"Musique et cinema", 2014

    

"Musique et cinema", 2014

  Vitalina 29, 2014 8:42 pm

Ashlee R. Estep () . , .

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Un air, un air... Un air de famiiiiille

Well, we all knew it had to end sometime, right? And it did, most unfortunately, as Im sure you know if youve been watching my more-frequent-than-usual status updates on Facebook. I am now sitting in my bedroom in the apartment I share with Kat in Kirksvilleweve been back since late Saturday afternoon after spending the night at her place in Hannibal once she and her mom picked me up from the airport. (That was a very long sentence.) But more on that laternow that Un air de famille has aired, I can finally talk about what happened on Sunday when I attended the taping of the episode . . . and elongate my memories of Québec just a little bit more.

As yall know, Sunday the 23rd was my first full day in Montréal, which I soon began to call Wonderland for reasons I shall explain in a bit. I didnt need to be at Radio-Canada (which was conveniently down about five minutes away by foot from my hostel) until around noon, so I had time to explore the city a tiny bit. Also, le Bureau de Change had been closed at the airport for some weird reason when I arrived at dear ol Pierre-Elliot Trudeau, so I still had no Canadian money other than what Lauren and I had retained from our séjour in Québec last year, which was about $25. It was enough to get me a pass for the 747 shuttle to the Berri-UQÀM station, but not much else.

My favorite clerk-person at M Montréal, Thibault, told me that I could find a Bureau de Change in the bus station, but at the time I had forgotten that there were twothere was the metro station underground and the local buses on the outside and then the gare dautocars down the street (or through an underground tunnel), which is where I would later take a bus to Québec City and then Drummondville. He told me that the bureau was in the gare dautocars, but I guess I didnt quite understand, so at around 9 or 10 that morning I headed to the métro station.

Since it was a Sunday morning, the station before the ticketing booth swipey things was virtually empty except for the few people who mill around asking people for spare change. I must have looked confused, because a man approached me and asked if I was looking for the metro. I guess my stammered response that I was looking for the Bureau de Change was too I-dont-speak-French-well-ish, because he immediately began speaking English. He gave me directions to get to the gare dautocars in the underground way, and then said he would take me there. I didnt have much choice, since he already began walking, so I followed him, albeit nervously and afraid I would get kidnapped.

On the way, he asked why I was in Montréal and where I was from. He seemed pretty surprised when I said Missouri, and said something like, Oh, Missouri? From St. Louis? I said something like Kind of, since I didnt want to get into explaining what exactly Kirksville is. To my surprise, he replied with, Well, at least youre not from Hannibal! This amused/surprised me, as my two best friends are from Hannibal and I myself stay there with them often. So, just to see what hed say, I said, Actually, I am from Hannibal. Thats when he got really surprised. Really, he said. From Hannibal. Wow. Okay! I have no idea why a) he knew about Hannibal at all or b) why he thought it was so bad to live there. But it was amusing.

The gare dautocars was just a hop, skip, and a jump over the river and through the woods, and the man took me right to the Bureau de Change guichet. He started talking to someone he knew, and, eventually a security guard. I overheard a bit of their conversation, and it sounded like the guard was asking why the man was with me, which is a bit sad, since I clearly hadnt been kidnapped and the guy had been helping me. He had said he needed money for subway fare, I think, so I asked him what he needed, and he said he only needed a toonie, which is a $2 coin. I gave it to him, thanked him profusely for his help, and said goodbye. It was an entirely nerve-wracking experience, but the guy had been truly kind in helping me, and I wish I could have given him more.

So anyway. After that I went to the gigantic Archambault right across the street from the station, marveling at how absolutely huge it is, with multiple levels, each one dedicated to different items. In the New Releases section, I saw Brunos album, Musique et Cinéma, which made me happy, as obviously Im not going to see it anywhere else. I also saw the Jacques Brel tribute album he appears on (of which Lauren also recently won a signed copy from most of the people appearing on the album). Much to my delight, the new Marie-Mai concert DVD was also there, which I immediately snatched up because shes wonderful. I wandered around, grabbed the new Daniel Boucher CD and the Annie Villeneuve CD Ive been wanting for a while, and explored, drooling over an $85 Notre-Dame de Paris music book containing the sheet music for every single song. Obviously I couldnt justify in getting it. (Plus, it probably wouldnt have fit in my luggage.)

After a bit more walking around, plus a smoothie at Presse Café, I went back to the hostel to get ready. I chatted with Heather a bit via IM about my immense worries, despite the fact that deep down I knew everything would be okay. But hey, I would be seeing Bruno for the first time in a year-and-a-halfof course I was nervous! I left at 11:40 and headed left down rue St. André, where the hostel is, and then left on boulevard René-Lévesque. I could see the Radio-Canada building immediately, so its not like I could get lost (for once). Once I arrived, I headed down a long, tarp-covered tunnel that I imagine they use to protect the entrance from snow, and walked into the brilliantly scarlet lobby. I was immediately approached by a young woman in a red scarf, who said, Youre here for Un air de famille? I ouid and after making sure I was there alone and not waiting for a group she told me that first I needed to sign a form and then get in line. I signed said form but then got a bit confused, as the last part of her instructions were a bit muddled, so I went back to make sure what I needed to do and then proceeded to get in line.

After a few minutes, the line of people was led down a long hallway to a table where people were taking names. I told her my name (in the French wayAshlLAY aySTEP), and she gave me a red raffle ticket, a picture of the UADF logo, and some other paper, and sent me on my way. However, at this point I was confused, as the people Id been falling had disappeared. I went to the place where you can hang your coat, and did so, and asked the guy where UADF was, and he just replied Radio-Canada, which was extremely helpful. Finally I found another employee in a red scarf, and she directed me to a large area with red cords snaking around against the wall to form a line.

I wasnt too far from the front of the line, which was cool. The line slowly began filling up, and mostly I just people-watched. A lot of people had brought kids, a lot of people were alone, which made me feel a bit better about being alone myself. After a while, around 12:30, an employee came and announced to everyone that we would be going into the studio soon. She said that they would have to frisk all of us when we entered and stamp the inside of our wrists (not the outside, the inside. The inside. Got it? She was going to stamp the inside. I think she made her point quite vividly). After another ten minutes or so, she came back and said, Everyone from here, cutting the line off literally right behind me, come with me. So I got to be in the first group! We headed back down the hallway and to the studio doors, down a flight of stairs, until, finally, there it was!

It was a bit surreal seeing the set in person when Id seen it on my computer screen every week for the past however many weeks. And there were so many lights. There was no ceilingit was just lights upon lights hanging down like spiders on their webs. So many cameras and people. I saw immediately that the people who were standing practically on the stage and who would be on camera most of the time were all part of groups supporting the families, rather than just the general public, so I would be sitting closer to the back. There was a woman directing everyone to seats and asking how many people were in each group so she could keep them together. I was standing next to the woman who had been in front of me in line, and the employee thought we were together, so kept saying, Deux? to us, and finally after our repeated, Non, une, she was like, Oh. Well, you can sit together anyway, right? Which was, of course, fine. So we sat down and were soon joined by two parents and their two daughters in our row of six seats.

A little while later, the director of the émission came out and had a bunch of fun telling us the hand signals he would be making to get us to applaud, sit down, stand up, all that fun stuff. There was one little girl in the front he felt wasnt happy, so he called her onto the stage and got her to get us all to applaud, and ended up giving her and her little sister a Garfield book. The two girls mother was eventually interviewed on camera for the portion when they talk to the singing families family members, but it didnt go to well, for some reason, which I noticed at the time, and when I watched the episode last night, they cut the whole thing out entirely, which is rare.

Eventually, one of the women who works with the coaches during the coaching process (her first name is Édith . . . I cannot for the life of me remember her surname) along with the choreographer came out to teach the audience the corny-yet-sweet dance moves and the theme song, which we would have to do along with everyone else. I think we all rocked.

As we got closer to the time of the recording, all of a sudden the host of the show, Patrice LEcuyer, came out and greeted the audience. That was pretty weird, too, having seen him on the show and now suddenly in person. He greeted everyone and thanked us all for being there, and also gave a basic breakdown of what would happen, saying that it all happened in chronological order as it would once it aired on TV. Then, all of a sudden, it was time to start. It was impossible to hear Patrice as he spoke and we were all clapping and cheering, but suddenly the coaches were coming out on stagefirst Jean-François Breau, then Bruno, and then Johanne Blouin!

It took me a moment to register that it really was Bruno in front of me. Like, holy crap, after a year-and-a-half, it really was him. Even though he was a good distance away and probably had no idea I was there, it was awesome. I was slightly surprised by the fact that, even when the cameras werent rolling, he and the two other coaches stayed on set the whole timeI figured theyd go backstage when they had a chance, but they stayed there, even when there were long stretches when they didnt have to do anything. At some point, the director introduced the coaches to the audience, and Bruno was in the middle of drinking, so he just kind of waved his water bottle in response to the applauseit was amusing. Also during the breaks, the director held raffles for different audience members to win stuff, and he interacted with people, and kept us pretty entertained. All in all, it was a pretty fun day.

Because they had to get ready for the next taping that evening, they had us all leave pretty quickly. After that, it was time to meet my friend, François! It took us a while to actually find each other, but when we did, we ended up hanging out until about eleven oclock that evening. Hes like the best person evernot only did we walk all over Montréal looking for bagels at ten oclock at night, but he also got me poutine gravy. (Granted, he had promised a year-and-a-half ago to mail it to me, but we wont argue with the fine points.) He doesnt understand why I love Bruno so much, but hey, François is weird and he likes Miley Cyrus. So there.

It really shouldnt have taken me this long to post this. Oh, well.


I poke you.
Well, here I am once again in the bus station. It's only 11:13 and my bus doesn't leave 'till 12:45, but I had to check out of the hostel at 11, so there wasn't much else to do. Besides, the gare d'autocars is much less creepy than the station de métro, so it's got that going for it. I was so happy to have the room at the hostel to myself last night, but much to my annoyance, three girls checked in at about 7 this morning, not caring that I was trying to sleep, talking and laughing, crinkling bags, turning on lights, running hair dryers... I wanted to punch them all. So I'm a bit grumpy for having gotten a small amount of sleep, but I'll try to survive. Why? Because it's Bruno Day!

That's right, people: in about eight-and-a-half hours from now, little Ashlee is going to be seeing her favorite singer of all time perform after only one year, three months, and nineteen days. Last time I had to wait nearly five years. I truly can't believe how lucky I've been, to be able to come to Québec, to visit schools, to see friends, and just to exist here in this place I've come to love so much. And if I'd never discovered Bruno, none of this would ever have happened. I wouldn't even be studying French without him. I guess it's fitting that I'm seeing him on Thanksgiving, since I am so incredibly, immeasurably grateful for everything he and his music have brought to my life.

Later...

I'm here. Holy crap, guys, I'm here. I am currently sitting in the lobby of la Maison des arts in Drummondville. No one is here but me, but I'm also an hour early since I was afraid of getting here on time, even though I called a taxi. Speaking of which, the driver was very nice. He asked if I was from here, and when I said no, that I was from the U.S., he seemed really surprised, and was like, "Well, your French is very good!" Words cannot express how happy that made me, especially after being so self-conscious recently. He was very nice, and seemed quite amused by the fact that an American loved Bruno Pelletier so much.

7:18 - people are arriving. So far I'm the youngest. My mouth has gone strangely dry. I have also learned that photos are not allowed. Phooey.

7:21 - I feel. So. Young.

Later...

I am now sitting at the Montréal airport, about 45 minutes before my flight to Toronto. Before I chronicle the events of this morning, I must finish the events of last night!!

So the wonderful Madeleine, my friend and Bruno's webmaster, arrived not long after I posted that last update. It was my first time meeting her in person after a few years' correspondence by email, so it was really cool! We talked, mostly about Bruno, while we waited for showtime to approach. Once it did, we split up to our different doors, as she was sitting on the left side and mine was more towards the right, in the very front. Upon sitting down, I was immediately amazed by how close I was. Like, seriously, seriously close. I wish I could have taken pictures.

At 8pm, the lights went out, illuminated only on the clapboard sitting on a director's chair in the center of the stage. Then, just like that, Bruno and Guy were there! Bruno clacked the clapboard and said, "Take One," and the show began with a piano solo from Guy, before Bruno continued with La maison sous les arbres. I wish I could remember the exact order of the songs, but I dont. I know he songs outside of the new album, such as a medley of Over the Rainbow and What a Wonderful World, Coriace, Jai posé des pierres, La manic, Le temps des cathédrales, Let It Be, The Color Purple, and New York State of Mind. There mightve been others, but my memory is like Swiss cheese as you all know. He did do all of the songs from the new album, though, my favorite being Lovesong, which he sang as an encore.

One of the first few songs he did was La manic, and as yall know, he has the audience sing with him at certain parts. The beginning goes, Si tu savais comme on sennuie à la Manic / Tu mécrirais bien plus souvent à la Manicouagan, and has the audience sing the last part three words. The audience knows its coming, so people rarely have any difficulty, especially since everyone knows the song. Then, at the end, he repeats the line, except the line à la Manicouagan goes up on the last syllable. And though everyone knows its coming, people often have difficulty jumping so many notes. So when he did it this time, I kid you not, every single person dropped out except for me and one other person sustaining that note, at which point Bruno said something along the lines of Thanks to the two people who sang that. I about died, knowing he heard me. He might not have known it was me, but it was still cool regardless. The woman next to me seemed to think it was the coolest thing ever that Bruno heard me. During the intermission when Mad came over to talk to me, I told her that he had been talking about me, and she was like, Yeah, it was me, too. I do think we quite rock.

It went by so quickly. I checked my watch once during the show just becaue I was afraid of it ending, and an hour had already passed when it only felt like fifteen minutes. During the intermission, I went out to get a bottle of water, and while I was standing there, a blond woman walked by me to the bar. I watched her for a moment, my thought process being something along the lines of, Thats Johanne Blouin. Is that Johanne? Thats totally Johanne. Should I say anything? No, Im too scared. Johanne Blouin, dear readers, is one of the coaches of Un air de famille and a good fan of Brunos. Though Id seen her last Sunday at the taping, it seemed to insane to see her there in Drummondville. Later, when I mentioned it to Madeleine, she confirmed my suspicions and said that yes, it was Johanne.

The second act started off strong with La complainte à mon frère, one of my favorites, a short song that really packs a punch. For some of the songs Bruno used the recording of the symphonic version, as well as Guy playing on the piano, and he did so for that song, and my God. The power that man has. Ive been to four Bruno shows nowtwo in October of 2009, one in August of 2013, and now one in November of 2014, and I can honestly say this one was the best in terms of performance. He and Guy absolutely blew me away. Everything from the sound, to the props, to the lighting was perfect.

After the show, which ended far too soon, I was greeted with the music of Sarah McLachlans song, Fallen, which I love, so I singingly (yes, its a word) walked over to where Mad waited off to the side, and together we walked up to the lobby. She had already told/assured me that Bruno does meet and take photos with fans afterwards. Most people left, but there was already a small line forming in front of two tables. She told me that she would wait with me, but that when Bruno came out, she would go off to the side and take pictures since she didnt intend to take any photos with him and Guy or anything. Not too long later, maybe 10 minutes max., we heard a woman squeal, at which point Mad pronounced, Hes here. Sure enough, he and Guy rounded the corner a moment later. Despite my desperate pleading for her to stay in case I fainted, Mad went off to the side, leaving me alone. I caught her eye at some point and frantically mouthed, I cant breeeeathe, to which she just laughed at me and took a picture.

A couple minutes later, we hear a woman singing, Un air, un air, un air de famille, which is the cheesy-yet-cute theme song of aforementioned show. Johanne appeared in the lobby, grinning as she sang the song, and a bunch of us were like, Woo! because we obviously recognized her and thought she was the coolest person ever. Which she totally is. She said goodnight to Bruno and everyone and departed.

People took turns talking to Guy and Bruno separately. The way the line turned out, I got to Guy first while Bruno was talking to someone else. I managed to sputter, Vous étiez incroyable, for which Guy thanked me. I handed him the booklet of the piano-voix version of Musique et cinéma which Mad had gotten signed by Bruno for a bunch of fans a while back, so I wanted to complete my collection. Guy signed with an awesome treble cleft, staff, and notes, plus three xs, which I thought was the coolest thing, and told him so. I thanked him, and suddenly I was startled by

Ashlee!

Brunos proclamation about made me fall over. It wasnt an Ashlee! of surprise, but more of an Ashlee! Youve tweeted me a million times over the past couple weeks saying youd be here, and now youre here! Seriously, I had honestly been afraid that he wouldnt recognize and/or remember me, despite my tweets. Lauren and Kat were certain that he would, but when do I ever listen to them? Luckily I didnt take any time to recover at all, and quickly replied with a Bruno! in the exact same tone, which he seemed to find amusing.

Obviously exact words are been fuzzy to me, but I sidled over to his table, and he asked me how I was and if I liked the show. I replied that I was fabulous and that the show had been absolutely incredible. He signed the picture I had brought that the two of us took together last summer and spelled my name right.

[Let me just take a break to say how big of a deal this is. There are people I have known for years who cannot spell my name. Professors, friends, even family members. My biggest pet peeve is people spelling my name Ashley when I know they know how its actually spelled. There are professors Ive had for three years who spell my name incorrectly constantly, who reply to my e-mails and, despite the fact that I signed off with my full name, spell it incorrectly. It feels like such a basic thing for someone to do, to make sure someones name is spelled correctly. It makes me feel like I dont matter when theyre in such a hurry that they write to me as Ashley when they have had me in very small class sizes repeatedly for three years. So for Bruno, someone I have only met in person three times before, someone who meets so many people every night after his shows, to not only remember my name but remember that its spelled Ashlee meant the world to me.]

Now we continue. The woman beside me had finished talking to Guy, but Bruno kept talking to me. Talk about fuzzies. I had thought it was over, but he kept me there by continuing our conversation. He asked if I was vacationing in Québec, so I told him that Id been there for a week for Thanksgiving but was leaving the next day after visiting universities, as I hoped to attend school there, and he mentioned that the weather is a lot colder there, to which I definitely agreed. I apologized for speaking in English, saying that I should be speaking French, but he replied, Its okay, I need to practice my English. So I said, Oh. Well, then I am here for you. He thanked me for coming to the show, said he was glad I enjoyed it, and then I stumbled back to Madliterally stumbled; the woman next to her thought I was going to fall.

I gushed to Mad that he had spelled my name correctly, that he had remembered me, and was all around pretty squealy. She just laughed at me, which I totally respect. A little while later, Bruno finally noticed Mad, and was like, Youre here! and pointed at her. Despite her being in the second row and her having been standing there the whole time he hadnt seen her until that point.

A few minutes later, it was time for pictures. Mad agreed to take a picture with us with my camera, so I gave it to her and showed her how it operated, and got in line. What I found funny was that, as soon as Bruno realized Mad was there, he immediately clocked her into her webmaster duties and told people she could help take pictures if necessary, to which she generously obliged. When it was almost my turn, Bruno was approached by people he clearly knew well, so he was distracted by them and talking to them, which was totally okay. I knew he wouldnt leave without making sure everyone got a picture, so I didnt mind waiting and/or staring. Then, when it was about to be my turn, a Korean fan around my age approached Guy and asked for a picture and an autograph while Bruno was still taking to the other people. Then, when they left so other people could talk to Bruno, the aforementioned fan grabbed Bruno for the same thingautographs and selfies. Then, finally, it was my turn.

You want a picture, Ashlee? Bruno said, or something like it, to which I replied with a Yes please! I even think he said (I think it was him who said it) Get over here! and put his arm around me. Guy was talking to that same fan, so Mad took a picture of just the two of us first. Then Mad and Bruno called Guy over, so I was sandwiched in between the two of them. Mad lowered the camera and asked, Did it work? I paused and said, . . . I dont know. You tell me, and Guy said, Thats supposed to be your job. So Mad took another photo (yay for three pictures) and then I thanked Bruno and Guy profusely before stepping away.

But wait! Its not over yet! Madeleine and I hung around so Bruno could come over and talk to her. Just as he was about to do so, he was approached by the Korean fan for another selfie. It was cuteshe was so incredibly smitten with and star struck by him (not saying I wasnt), and Bruno clearly wasnt used to it. So he came over to Mad and me saying, Oh, my God, its Bruno Pelletier! I poked Bruno Pelletier! I poke you! which I found absolutely hilarious. I actually reached over and poked him in the arm and said, Oh, my God! I poked Bruno Pelletier! Teehee.

Bruno said something extremely rapidly in French to Mad, and I have no idea what it was, so well just moved on. He looked from me to her and said something like, Youre with Ashlee? You two are here together? Mad said she was driving me back to my hotel, so he said, Youre driving her back to her hotel? Where are you staying? I told him the Comfort Inn. This exchange went something like this:

Me: I took a bus in this morning from Montréal.
Bruno: Oh, okay.
Me: Just for you.
Bruno: *laugh* Well, thank you.
Me: Youre welcome.
Bruno then laughed againI made him laugh oh my goooodand said he had to go.

Bruno: I gotta go. *pokes Mad* I poke you. *pokes me* I poke you.

I about died. Bruno poked me, ladies and gentlemen. We said goodnight, thanked him once more, and we were off. While we were in the little area between the two main doors and Mad was putting her coat on, we watched Bruno head up a couple of stairs and then remerge a couple seconds later, look around, examine something on the wall, and then look towards the staff members.

Me: Is Bruno lost?
Mad: I think so.
Me: Yeah, Brunos totally lost.

A few seconds later, though, he found his way and disappeared. Before the show, Madeleine had very, very graciously agreed to take me back to my hotel since it would be a forty-minute walk and I didnt have a way of calling a taxi outside my hotel. I could have ordered one ahead of time, but Id had no idea what time wed be done. After pointing her in the wrong direction since my iPad confused me, we finally got on the right track toward rue Hains (which we both called rue Hein?). When we got to the hotel, I thanked her profusely for everything shed done for me and has done for me in the past, said I was glad to have been able to meet her, and said goodnight.

Im finishing up this post from the Toronto airport. But my God, what an incredible evening that was.
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Re: "Musique et cinema", 2014

  Lao 30, 2014 7:13 am

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Re: "Musique et cinema", 2014

  Sunny 07, 2015 9:37 am

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