On the previous tour, he started his show with a short film projected on the big screen. This time, he plays with the light to appear in a second, like a flash in the middle of his six musicians all in a line. “I saw the light” as the first title where he mentions in particular his discovery of slam, this oral tradition in cafes, which changed his life. A song taken from his latest album “Reflections” Like “the mirror of each other”, he explains by way of good evening. “What are the reflections there this evening?” asks the artist, lighting up the room. Young people, old people, handsome kids, very weird people. » Before adding the subject: “and you, you have a big, slightly twisted reflection on stage”. He continues with “Wisdom” because time passes and Fabien Marsaud, his real name is now 47 years old, is not yet an old fool but has aged since the first rhymes of “Saint-Denis” he two decades ago. A slam on his city now tinged with brass on stage that he hasn't played in concert for a while. “Now I'm Parisian,” he says, almost embarrassed to assume one of the last rhymes of the piece: “I hope I've convinced you. And the one who calls me a Parisian I shove my crutch into his neck…” Bursts of laughter in the room…
