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France Inter listeners are well aware of his hilarious diversions of well-known songs. All week long, they will be able to hear Frédéric Fromet’s own compositions at the Bijou, irrigated by a sweet and healthy madness. There are still a few last places left.
“Frédéric Fromet stands his ground”, assures the poster of the new show of the will-o’-the-wisp of French song. Don’t believe it: apart from the tiles of the tablecloth on which we see him, as a child, eating, it is very improbable that Frédéric Fromet has calmed down, and decided to stop shooting red cannonballs (or rather pink, for gentleness). ) about the evils of the world around us. “This title made me laugh,” he confides, “but I continue to denounce the world of work, the dangers of climate change, violence against women, extremism…”
Unlike the hilarious parodies that made him known on France Inter, on Charline Vanhoenacker’s show, Frédéric has chosen to expand the arrangements of his songs, and he will be performing all week at the Bijou accompanied by François Marnier on keyboards and accordion and Rémy Chatton on double bass. “I wanted to add added value to my titles, to make it pretty – and it’s very pretty!”, he assures with a burst of laughter.
“I am a singer”
Laughter, in fact, is obviously a question throughout this new show, but here and there there is a hint of pain, a bitter taste that is underlined by the musicians and the melodies. “That’s a good point: I don’t consider myself a comedian – we smile but we don’t slap each other on the thighs, the “one laugh-one laugh” sequence is not my thing -, nor a The term that I like the most is that of chansonnier, a somewhat old-fashioned word that I like. In any case, I try to find a funny angle on the rather heavy subjects that I deal with. .The only one I haven’t found This “funny angle” is the issue of violence against women, which I address head-on, and harshly.”
Never very far from the urban and committed poetry of a group like La Tordue – an assumed reference –, Frédéric finds his inspiration in the press, which he greedily consults every day to derive the material for his shows, which he often ends with “We’re all going to die.” A terrifying observation or a mocking invitation to laugh one last time before the end of the world? “We’re going to have fun and every evening I invite people to come at the end of the encore to come on stage and laugh with me. The music festival will be every evening,” promises Fromet.
