Tribute – “She was much more than an artist. She was a work of art.” The touching farewell letter from Francis Lalanne for the singer Buzy

The Buzzard is Dead: Captain Craw’s Farewell.

The Buzzard is dead and my raven heart is bleeding.

The Buzzard, that’s what I nicknamed her the day she named me “Captain Craw”. We were almost still children. She said to me one evening: “There are lone wolves, but you are a lone crow, a crow so crazy that it scares even wolves…” And to adorn myself with my nickname of bird…

To me, she was much more than an artist. She was a work of art. A Lady Bird who only resembles herself. A UFO: an unidentified living object.

“It’s a piece of my soul that goes with her…” Francis Lalanne, very moved at the funeral of the singer Buzy in Corbigny

Busy, was a singular being to be conjugated exclusively in the plural.

Her musical career spread with its legendary excess and discretion over several decades without her ever making the slightest concession.

Her work, often tinged with a poignant melancholy, was a checklist of human limits that she loved to explore as she tasted earthly foods: without any restraint. His words were so many claws launched by the flight of a bird of prey on emotion as on prey.

Through her emblematic albums, Busy, Marie Claire Giraud by her pseudonym, explored various musical genres, demonstrating her artistic versatility. Big Serge, moreover, the big G made no mistake in supervising it as one protects an endangered species. From moving ballads to energetic compositions, each song bore the distinctive mark of her talent.

His commitment to musical authenticity has left an indelible mark on a profession that so little deserves it. Her real job in fact was to read minds and that’s what she did all her life as a lyrical psychotherapist… Perhaps forgetting to read her own…

Death of Buzy, one of his hits, “Dyslexique”, was inspired by his life in Nièvre

We loved each other from afar, with a special bond. And if we lost sight of each other for a while, we never lost each other when flying. Recently on the phone again, she spoke to me like no one ever has. Because Busy spoke like no one speaks. We had this unique relationship like one keeps a secret. Without ostentation. Even if it means only meeting us in thought.

But it lives in me and will always live in me with modesty and casualness. Because she, like me, still has nothing to worry about, apart from wings, everything and nothing. Also, I shed for her with my tears, these few adventurous words which characterize our essence as artists as one would for a sister.

“I’m devastated”

Goodbye is difficult.

His departure leaves a deep void, and the idea of ​​writing these lines in tribute to him confronts me with the harsh reality of his loss. I am devastated by the news of his death, and I lack the courage to fully express the extent of my sadness.

So like a guitar being tuned, I want to temper myself. The 14th is temperance in the tarot. She was born on the 14th, she died on the 14th. From February or November, this number which seems its opposite is nevertheless the one which more than all seems to me to best express what she was without even knowing it: a fire which flows from one amphora to another, both stable and torrential, fresh and burning, from source to source…

Steal my nozzle, fly!

This is where I think I will always find her like a raven among wolves. I want to let these words resonate after her: “The Buzzard is Dead but she will live forever in my Raven heart…” The memories of her music will persist, reminding us of the lasting impact she had on our lives. So here t’s time to say goodbye, let’s keep in mind the indelible musical legacy of Busy: this Buse who hovered in our hearts with her unique voice and her exceptional talent forever and always…

For never ever again.

Steal my nozzle, fly!

I fly with you…

We will meet soon.

V

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