The music is unfair. Dozens of artists spend their lives trying to create the hit that will make the crowd dance and their albums end up vegetating, forgotten at the bottom of record store bins. And then there are the songs that transcend history. Those that arise like an Epiphany and become obvious. This is the story of the “Lakes of Connemara” by Michel Sardou.
Summer 1980. Sardou is already a well-established star. He already has great popular successes in his repertoire such as “La Maladie d’amour”, “La Java de Broadway” or “En chantant”. He works with his team to prepare his tenth album in his property of Saint-Georges-Motel in the Eure. It’s very hot. So hot that composer Jacques Revaux’s synthesizer goes out of order in the trunk of the car, so much so that it now emits a sound close to bagpipes. ” Interesting “, react Pierre Delanoë and Michel Sardou who then embark on evocations of Scotland and Ireland. The name “Connemara” arises, discovered by browsing through a tourist brochure and whose sound appeals to everyone. The magic of writing follows.
A breath of wind opens the song. The decor is set from the start: “scorched land”of the “lakes” and “dark clouds”. There follows the impressionist evocation of a wedding in this famous “limerick granite church” between Maureen and Sean Kelly. The fevered rhythm is almost ente
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