A Wise Musette

Thanks to a handful of LPs my parents owned, a good slice of my childhood was blessed with the soundtrack of Aznavour’s voice and the lush arrangements of his deceivingly simple tunes. His songs were like a wise version of French musette, conveying humanism, hope and a certain melancholic joy that can only be born from sorrow. His career took off right after WW2: in a way, his tunes are the sound of Europe waking up from trauma, determined to a gentler way of being and seeing the World. So may this humble, vaguely frozen historical snapshot help shine light on us now.