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TONIGHT, WE LEVITATE
Un Blonde: pronounced the English way (don’t try to understand), as Jean-Sébastien Audet himself is not even too sure what the name of his band means. “Maybe it’s because my guitarist and drummer are blond?” Un Blonde, then, in the rich and hallowed ambiance of the red-roofed Anglican church on President Kennedy Avenue, sets the tone for a hypnotic concert. Moments that are one-of-a-kind, where you can forget everything and lose yourself in hushed, total communion.
Un Blonde that night: a magnificent young singer-songwriter-pianist, draped in his long orange wool coat, in spite of the sweltering evening. A gospel choir, a trio of violinists and a cellist, a pedal steel guitar player plus his two loyal blonds, one on drums, the other on guitar. And all of them working the folk-jazz-soul vibe of this young Franco-Albertan prodigy.
Un Blonde/Jean-Sébastien Audet. Born in Gatineau and raised in Calgary, he now lives in Park Extension, a neighbourhood whose “deep culture” and warm sense of community he extols, even if the police sirens sometimes drive him batty. Montreal? “A vibrant city with social openness, where it’s easy to do whatever, cheaper, with support for the artists”. His world is spiritual ( “I grew up going to a Catholic church” ) and gospel permeates everything. “The lyrics of my songs are not religious, but the art, energy and spirituality make a whole for me,” says Audet. His vision is to “Elevate oneself out of the environment but also to care about this environment.” When asked about politics, he responds, “Being a person of colour in music and art is a political move, whether I like it or not.”
Un Blonde has that jazz-like ecosystem onstage, where the musicians have an apparent liberty to improvise. Songs of varying lengths are played and the pushback against formalism is ever-present. On his feet, bent over the piano, he stops every now and then to tie back his hair, moves to the middle of the stage to give a few cues during a number, drinks from his bottle of San Pellegrino. Effortless, or so it seems. But as for the incredible trance that he creates and that we can only understand by feeling, he masters it. Completely.
I fell back asleep
dreamt through the eyes of another
how I'd hate to feel and see things from the ground; in the box
I'm free!
like the sun rises and leaves;
that's me
"I’m Free", from the album "Good Will Come to You", Egg Paper Factory