There is yet no show to display. Blues in your veins, rock in your skin. Paul Personne, behind his warm and rocky timbre, makes his Gibson rumble to give voice to his blows. His obsession: to depict with energy and clatter a stumbling world. He has no tongue in his pocket, Paul Personne. On stage, his old-fashioned rocker look sets the tone.
Introverted in life, thundering on stage, he is clearly not the type to hide his ideas or disguise them under incomprehensible metaphors. Paul Personne, a bit disillusioned by the greed and arrogance of others, prefers to go straight to the point and draw his raw energy in a melancholy tone. A ball of nerves with a goldsmith's technique, it is no coincidence that this virtuoso, capable of sending the aberrations of the world to the strings, has seduced the greats of France.
Because nobody plays like nobody else. Every word is a punch on the table, every note a fight tooth and nail against a society in perdition. He scrapes with normality and sulks at technology, preferring languorous ballads to diffuse sadness and sincere casualness.
Welcome to his dark and solar world. He gives contrast to his light pessimism, he scribbles his disillusions and, above all, he doesn't give a damn about money, light and glitter. Because only one thing matters to Paul Personne: his freedom to be and to do, to say and to sing.
Incorruptible in the soul, he is thus the image of his music: direct like rock, robust like the blues. When he was young, his parents had given him an accordion, bought second-hand from the local baker. Yet, Paul Nobody will do anything with it. His own dada carries six strings: it's the guitar. After doing his scales on the stages of the Paris region, he set up the Bracos Band. But it is difficult to make the voice of the Blues heard in a sea of punk with British accents.
