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It happens. It happens that one day Patrick Djivas notices a hopeful young lad and decides to promote his record: he plays on it, arranges it, and gives it a real sound.
It happens that the young lad in question knows how to write, and very well, and is also a decent guitarist.
It happens that, alright, he's neither DeAndré nor Gaber, but sometimes we can also talk about the little daily poetry (like when a child is born or you fall in love), can't we? Just don't do it in a banal way, and this record never does.
It happens that the record is simple, sincere, captivating. Certainly easy listening, but really well done.
It happens that the radio plays it on repeat while you're in a very happy moment of your life, and so, whether you like it or not, you fall in love with it.
But it also happens that after the good Djivas has left, poor Gatto hasn't been able to replicate that success.
It then happens that this record ends up in the big drawer of unfulfilled promises. A great future behind it, as they say.
By itself, I'd even give it four stars, but I stop at three because I don't know how much of it is Djivas and how much is his. However, the record works, and if you're in the mood for happy and carefree music, I definitely recommend it.
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