I know it’s hard for you to understand, but Johnny Halliday was our first and maybe only rock star.
So long Johnny.
I was less than ten, in Southern France, in the little village of Pomarez, there was a big show in the arena, instead of bullfights, it was all the french singers from the sixties, and then, ther was Johnny. My sister who was a model at the time had been on one of his record cover. I felt he came for me… you’r stupid when you are a kid, but I’ll never forget. Bye bye et merci.
In case you’ve missed it a few years ago on Le Mouching, here’s a film on Mark Mahoney, tatoo artist, and Johnny as a special guest.