Oscar les vacances - 14 Amis Dans la Tête

He's not particularly a singer, yet he sings well, a bit of a French crooner.
He's not particularly a musician, yet in concert in the moments when he grabs a guitar or sits at the keyboard something happens.
He's not particularly a storyteller, yet he tells plenty of things, from his childhood to his very personal vision of the world, with brilliance, images and vocabulary, and a flow of a rapper on occasion, in the spirit of the times.
He's not particularly a comedian, yet he's funny and knows how to make us smile quite often.
He's not particularly an actor, yet he has such ease on stage, including in his interactions with the audience, that I bet he's taken acting classes.
He's not particularly a dancer, yet he moves his body with ease, launching nice little choreographies, when he's without an instrument in his hands.

Oscar les vacances is a bit of all that. A jack-of-all-trades. A complete artist. With his crazy world, his sensitivity and his offbeat personality. He is not alone in his head, as they say. He readily admits it himself ("14 Amis Dans ma Tête" – like the 14 tracks of the record, how convenient).
He's a creative person. He also draws. He comes from there, the world of cartoons. And shoots short films.
He is concerned with making his concerts a real show, with his masked characters and giant papier-mâché creatures... who serve the purpose.

He comes from the Ardèche.
And his stage name comes from a festival in Senegal, coupled with the fact that he feels like he's on holiday when he makes music.

Given this name, his pop that is very often playful, in a good mood, even festive, one might think that his objective is just to make people dance in campsites in the summer. And there is a snag there, because holidays are not the main theme of his songs (except "Au Secours les Vacances"). The man who aligns himself with be Philippe Katerine and Dalida is comfortable with lightness on the form, provided that his lyrics have substance. Always.
Throughout the notes, we will find childhood, hereditary paternal violence ("Le Méchant"), betrayal ("Alexandre"), shyness, dreamers and their imaginary universe, the Coué the-bare-necessities method ("Ouh Ouh"). His titles are often 2 times the same word ("Seum Seum", "Fissa Fissa", "Vroum Vroum"...), but don't think that he makes repetition his "hobbyhorse". His horse is Athénor, horse of the apocalypse.
It's not particularly mythology, yet we want to believe it.