As a child and as a teenager I often felt a little abandoned and lost in this world. When I couldn't sleep at night, I turned on my parents' old radio in my room; and often between two and four in the morning this ballad of the century by Jacques Brel came along. As soon as I heard the first note, I was immediately overwhelmed by a tender melancholic shudder that continues to this day when this chanson is playing somewhere.
For me the song for all those who have been most painfully abandoned or who are threatened with abandonment. And in a way we are all - with being thrown into the world with birth, the forced come out of the pleasantly warm amniotic niche - abandoned children. In this respect, Monsieur Brels' ballad also has healing potential, because it can help one to make the often frozen, petrified or imprisoned feelings of abandonment accessible again in a tender shudder and to melt them to a certain extent, among other things, in the real mourning of tears. And then or through that it can also succeed a little more what Hannah Arendt probably meant with her life-affirming natal philosophy: To reach an even deeper joy and vitality through emotional liberation from abandonment pain.
Hello, Monsieur Brel. You died way too soon. That's why I mourn from time to time, because you are one of my great musical role models. I'll never be able to sing your wonderful chanson the way you sang it. So I sing it in my own way, also to snatch this masterpiece from oblivion. Many of my clients born in the 1980s or later don't know you or this song. I would be so happy if this generation, who could be all my children and who are basically longing for depth, could listen to my cover version and maybe get to your unique and actually timeless original track. And wherever you are now, Mr Brel`, I hope that if anyone clicks on my cover on SoundCloud, Facebook or anywhere else, you will listen and think: Not badly done, Karlit-O-Kay
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