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The story begins rather badly. On January 12th, I was booked to perform at Gobe Lune, a concert café in the 20th arrondissement of Paris. When I arrived, I noticed there were no posters, the bartender wasn't even aware I was scheduled to perform that evening, and the person who booked me wasn't there—a real flop! A few regulars, more or less drunk, are nevertheless there, the owner of the bar invites me to set up the sound system and play. Once my microphone is connected, I introduce myself and ask the audience what I can play for them, a Mambo, Rock'N'Roll, Tango? A spectator calls out: "Liberté ou la Mort" !
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