No need to say I fell in love. Not only I adore the language, but the music style and her voice. Zaz has only one released album (10 May, 2010) so far, and the singles are pretty astonishing (my favorite is Port Coton).
I am deeply fond of artists that succeed in putting themselves inside the art they make. It is what keep the art alive, for what we see is nothing but a corpse waiting to be animated with feelings, thoughts and energy. Like us. We show forms that we inhabit and shape with our own self. In the make of art, we pick up the pieces and use our techniques and emotions and wills and intentions as glue. Without that, pieces would be pieces until someone else do what we failed to.
We, without art, are naught but alone and glued to glue, imprisoned by weightlessness.
Art, without us, is naught but chaotic and lost, bound to be forgotten.
Art is thus naught but what we love and need and rely on the most: ourselves.
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