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This year, for Christmas, we do not invite a choir child.
We invite Baudelaire.
A Baudelaire rock’n’roll.
A cabaret Baudelaire.
A Baudelaire of spleen, ideal, murky beauty and warm lights.
On Baudelaire’s wings, it’s the story of Mr Staal, who believes he can find a way to manage his life by following what he believes he understands in Baudelaire’s poetry.
He is looking for a way to use it.
He finds a vertigo.
He's looking for a moral.
He finds a flaw.
He is looking for a light.
It crosses the shadow.
Between original songs, narration and poems of Charles Baudelaire, the show advances as an intimate and electric crossing, between theater, concert and poetry.
On stage: voice, piano, guitars, machines.
Three musicians.
Small tables.
A Parisian hideout.
And Baudelaire, almost sitting with us.
Not a very wise Christmas Sunday.
A Christmas of black velvet, guitars, words that burn and lights that resist.