Dick Annegarn
Dick Annegarn rehearsing in Studio Bleu, Paris, Sept. 30th, 2014.
Dick Annegarn
The voice of a mountain, a barefoot mountain, a swaying mountain. Dick Annegarn rises above the Nether Lands, its four imaginary borders between Holland, Belgium, Morocco and France. The man fills Paris Olympia Hall on a whim, only to turn his back on success, returning to the streets where he feels at home. Souchon, Bashung, Bénabar and Arno pay him tribute, but they’re no family for the baby elephant. Just like his accent, his talent is his own, and he remains accountable only to himself. He’s back, solo, laying it all on the line, whisking us far away to where his delirious notes play round those mountain peaks.
