M is p Remi looks roots attitude, authentic and disillusioned, as we like to Young side a trifle shy anxious and bohemian, more like a student of literature as a star, my second, dreadlocks and big retro glasses black for the lazy side of the black-thinker but look out, it does not belong to the family of "wankers". And my third, a head full of songs and melodies full fingers. My everything, a young man any more unknown-become the main objective of Epic in 2001 in the right thread of what has preceded : To occupy the center stage, which was confirmed on 16 / 12 / 2004 at the Zenith in Paris.
Who is he?
Tete-guide Wolof name that comes from his godfather, Casamance was born in Dakar on 25/07/1975. At a time when the draft of the High Authority against Discrimination happens to the French National Assembly and that opens the debate on diversity, the young artist is a leader in this fight because it is the materialization of the third generation to be considered right or wrong-like mutt, the mongrel culture or simply "non-identity."
To listen to his songs, yet it is believed guess an evocation of belonging, 
whisper a reminder of his roots, blowing the pace of his childhood, he does is nothing, it is even exactly the opposite. "I do not claim anything" he likes to repeat, it is on the road, a journey itself. Despite his size and color lord of Africa, it has very little to do with Africa because of contact with the black community (Afro-Caribbean).
He comes from nowhere, a Senegalese father and a mother Caribbean, built between the South East, Bordeaux and Saint-Dizier, a town industrial, gloomy and sinister, speaking neither Wolof nor Creole, he feels both abroad and at home everywhere. Nevertheless, his mother a doctor, a good woman, without cutting its offspring of their origins, are sent on holiday in Africa and the Caribbean gives them an education and therefore under the influence Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Tom Waitt ...
So you could easily believe that he is a wild boy. Now it just carefully cultivated the art of erasure. Les Halles in Montreuil, neighborhoods that likes to roam, perched on his scooter, it blends perfectly with the decor.
The beautiful story
At sixteen, he plunges into music by an unfortunate combination of circumstances. Each legend has its dose of anecdotes, such as Julio Iglesias, the beautiful story begins with an accident and a plastered leg a few days before his birthday. What would be a bummer was the trigger. He received a gift of a acoustic guitar which became his only companion during these dark hours.
Perfect self-taught, apart from some reminiscences of his courses in violin and music theory at the age of seven or eight years, he began some "compound" and form a group with friends from high school .
For this gifted, the region that foams with his band quickly became cramped. After a tank and three B years of graduate studies at the University of Nancy, he took a sabbatical-why? - "The air of nothing and thirst to discover!
This beautiful story of Nancy Street recording studios like, "the air of nothing," a fairy tale version of the twenty-first century, it could also be reflected in the stories of Salinger , Kerouac ... those travelers who have, brilliantly evoking the fascination of the road. Because after scouring the bars of his region, Tete down in Paris where, despite moments galley, it holds up through the "scratch".
This period of maid's room and "scratching" it left a taste for poetry kitchen with Anglo-Saxon influences. When we find clear and catchy melodies, blues guitar, folk and soulful voice, it is believed first to have heard somewhere, actually on the side of the Beatles or Bob Dylan.
To those who imagine it all mad and crazy, living in a dilapidated squat and making the rounds of bars interlopers a firecracker in his mouth are sadly mistaken. It is not a party animal, but rather a loner who spends his time playing music, reading, writing, drawing and cooking.
And those who, for their happiness, they heard an unreleased masterfully interpret, Redemption song, do not miss the stamp to the urban legend of the early Third Millennium: Black Cool prefabricated in a lab at the Plaine Saint-Denis PROMOTE.
This would be a cliche. It has nothing ufo a marketing image reworked. Above all, it's a true artist. With his dreadlocks and his glasses back, Tete excel with its simplicity. The frank smile and easy touch, his strength, undoubtedly comes from his contact with the public he went to see a closer look. The scene, he knows it to and fro. It has not locked up in a castle in Dammarie-les-Lys or applied for a breakthrough star, with his guitar slung over his shoulder, he has toured his bowler hat in the hexagonal bar to build his tower of song and install repertoire (since 1998 more than 180 dates the counter). It immediately shows that it does not take the lead despite his meteoric ascent. He knows where he comes from and remains lucid.
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