{"id":22681,"date":"2019-07-25T13:00:32","date_gmt":"2019-07-25T11:00:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/leregardlibre.com\/?p=22681"},"modified":"2022-09-04T10:35:31","modified_gmt":"2022-09-04T08:35:31","slug":"hubert-lenoirs-red-eye-and-his-conquest-of-paleo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/leregardlibre.com\/en\/music\/hubert-lenoirs-red-eye-and-his-conquest-of-paleo\/","title":{"rendered":"Hubert Lenoir, his red eye and his conquest of Pal\u00e9o"},"content":{"rendered":"

Pal\u00e9o Festival 2019 - Am\u00e9lie Wauthier<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

This Wednesday evening, July 24, 2019 at 8:00 pm, Hubert Lenoir performs on the D\u00f4me stage. The name doesn't ring a bell, and I'm having trouble remembering it - at the same time, some days I'd forget my own first name if it wasn't on my identity card. Still, I'm curious to discover the universe of this artist, whom Pal\u00e9o defines as \u00abglam pop fulgurance\u00bb!<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

A few minutes before the start of the concert, a man lays out a number of sponge towels in the four corners of the stage. Behind him, \u00abhubert lenoir woo\u00bb is spray-painted askew on a large square cloth. I have a feeling that this concert is going to be crazy, and so much the better! <\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

Six musicians of all ages take to the stage, accompanied by a short, peroxide-blond man with smoky eyes. On his yellow jersey, an inscription: \u00abobtain my consent first please\u00bb. I have a feeling I'm going to like him. A capella<\/em>, the young man hums the words of a song in his deep, suave voice, then falls silent. The calm before the storm: the instruments explode, Hubert vociferates, jumps around, sways. Now I understand why there are SO many towels: this young man is on fire!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For those who don't know him yet, Hubert introduces himself - thank you! He comes from fucking Canada<\/em>! When he has free time, Hubert goes into the studio. He asks us if we'd like to listen to one of his new songs, a song dedicated to all fathers: \u00abFuck<\/em> fathers, I hate fathers,\u00bb he announces. I think back to Xavier Dolan: is it a national habit in Canada to hate one's parents?<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n

For those who don't understand, Hubert Lenoir is a rebel, and he's determined to let his rage explode! On stage, he's sensual, playful and provocative. He's not afraid to climb the pillars of the D\u00f4me. Twenty-four years old, this unpredictable Canadian wins the silence of his conquered audience with more ease than an elementary school teacher. Hubert is demanding, plays the diva and the temperamental brat, but everyone seems to love it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Hubert le noir \u00e0 l'\u0153il rouge \u00a9 Pal\u00e9o \/ Anne Colliard<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

After a few songs, the young man finds himself shirtless, with only his large chain around his neck. Underneath his punk<\/em> Hubert is also very concerned about the well-being of his audience. \u00abStay hydrated everyone, it's hot.\u00bb Secondly, Hubert \u00abreally likes us\u00bb. With humor, he tells us about his red eye: \u00abHave you seen my eye? I'm going to die tonight.\u00bb That's if he doesn't die sooner by breaking his neck in the middle of an acrobatic maneuver - Hubert has started climbing the Dome again, with a leaky water bottle in his back trouser pocket - or get caught up in his fans<\/em>, The crowd is in hysterics as he throws himself into the crowd. <\/p>\n\n\n\n