There is no need to give in to Poulidor’s syndrome – who would like, whatever the competition, that we be content with a place of honor, where others make it their duty to win – to salute Barbara Pravi’s performance at the recent Eurovision Song Contest. She has, of course, every reason to be satisfied with her second place, which had not happened to our representative for a long time. But there is more.
First, the choice of sobriety that characterized his performance: minimum musical training, static framing and lighting, etc. Quite the opposite of the deluge of visual, musical and even clothing effects that characterize this competition, obsolete by dint of excess.
Then, her desire to establish herself as a vocal and text singer but also as an author and composer, having chosen to express herself in French, at a time when English became the almost official language of what it is agreed to call show business.
This is how Barbara Pravi stood out, with her deep and sincere emotion, among the armada of other candidates. This is how it imposed itself in our hearts. So much so that there is no great risk in betting on the rest of your career. This will be all the more deserved since it has known, until then, many galleys, unlike these ephemeral revelations which rowdy telecrochets are so fond of.
Let us add the pride with which she defended the colors of France, her country, this country where she was born and which she loves, she the kid with so diverse family roots.
To this endearing artist, whose dazzling talent stands out in the face of the increasingly insistent refrain which would like to incite us to fear the other and to curl up on ourselves, we want to say, quite simply: thank you Barbara!
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