Claude Nougaro passed away today at the age of 74. He was a very well-known singer in France. Jazz, blues, rock, funk: he played all of them in a very groovy way, and was doing magic with words, which he loved above all.
Just listening to one of his interviews was like attending to a live performance: he was always improvizing, assembling words both by they sounding and their meaning, turning a conversation into a poem.
He was born in
Toulouse where I live now, and was still living there as far as he was able to. The song he wrote about his hometown is so nice that my body hair raises each time I hear it.