There were twenty pennies at the Bar in Mauritius to enjoy the songs of Vincent Vallières. On stage, the space Music Vallieres is a game innovative, creative, a game of complicity with the boys first and the fans in the room. Vallieres quietly mark the spot, sniffing women's perfumes. The song cleverly fixed gaze of listeners. What he is comfortable with his guitar! The first notes announce freedom, free to get wasted on stage. He took off with a familiar song, hummed by fans. He slams his hands above his head, took the guitar in his hands, firmly. Allez hop, which could keep him? The world of singer welcomes the doors wide open cold of life in early February. Each in his plate, but why So do not we ALL dance, he asks? Vallieres is in Saint-Lazare tonight and glad to be there. He adds mischievously between songs: "This is not because we are at war we're forced to do evil." Vallières,
impeccable cast a look toward the guitarist Olivier Langevin. A guitarist with fingers of gold, full connected, that anticipates the musical sounds crazy, majestically performed well. It moves on stage to the rhythms of light out of the depths of hell. We do not play music to forget the wasted time doing nothing. OK, we know! One part "each in his space." We're leaving together. Fans dancers sway their hips, clapping hands. They moderately slow pace to hear what Vallières to sing for them. Yab at the triads. Do we all, musicians. The party is invited to the party tonight with us. If you're in the little fried until morning is music that "buzz" that the guitar is featured in the fries. Tripe not too strong friend. 
An elegant lady sells CDs, T-shirts for fans. Both musicians are multi-colored shirts without cored gnagna folklore. The other two musicians donned the black t'-shirts. Vallieres fate guitar fries. He asked for a guitar at the prop. The guitar is finely tuned. Lets go-s, musicians.
Lets's have fun together with you to Saint Lazare. PHOTOS
; Michel Leduc
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