HERVÉ
HERVÉ HAITI’S SINGULAR POP SOUL ARTIST

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LE TRIANON PARIS

Nov 18, 2017

 

THE TRANSFORMATIVE POWER OF MUSIC

UNITED NATIONS NEW YORK

70TH ANNIVERSARY GALA

 

L'OLYMPIA PARIS

LA CIGALE PARIS

92Y NEW YORK

MUSEUM OF FINE ARTS BOSTON

THE SHRINE NEW YORK

HERVÉ

 

Emerging onto the world stage is HERVE, Haitian born singer, songwriter, and social activist whose voice and style pleasantly surprise the most astute as well as jaded musical ear. A sophisticated mélange of English, French, and Creole blend seamlessly with influences of French Chanson, the 90’s Alternative American Rock and 60’s Motown and Soul.  He has been described as a composite of Peter Gabriel, Richie Havens and Harry Chapin. Combine all this with the likes of Jacque Brel, and Josephine Baker and voila! the audience experiences an exciting exotic blend of culture, voice and style.

 

Herve has performed for social activist such as Dr. Paul Farmer, founder of Partners In Health, journalist Claudia Dreyfus, activist and author Eve Ensler of One Billion Rising and Stephanie Odegard, a guardian in protecting children from child labor, all guests of the 92Y in Manhattan. He has also, performed at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, The Museum of Art & Design in New York City, The Dwyer Center for the Performing Arts, Archive Global, Fonkoze, The Bitter End, The Shrine, The Ethical Cultural Society, St. Joseph College, Columbia University and the University of Miami. With a growing fan base in Europe, Herve opened for the legendary Temptations at La Cigale in Paris, and he co-performed at the legendary L'Olympia in Paris. A major highlight this year is his performance for the United Nations in honor of their 70th anniversary with his signature song Give Love backed by an orchestra and the band of Paul Simon.

 

Born in Port au Prince to a large extended musical family, Herve was steeped in Haiti’s traditional songs and ballads. His aunts were members of the gospel group “Les Etincelles de L’Evangile”. His cousin Samuel (Pras) Michel, was the mastermind and founder of the critically acclaimed double Grammy winning group, the Fugees.  At an early age, Herve was recognized in the schools he attended as having a strong musical sense and melodic voice. He moved to the United States in 1986 at the onset of the Haitian revolt and overthrow of the Duvalier regime. He would later attend architecture school at the University of Miami in 1992. Never forgetting the richness of his own heritage and perils that continued to plague the country, Herve began writing lyrics that spoke for and to the heart and soul of Haiti.

 

Memories of his family and the beauty of the Haitian countryside, live in the lyrics of his songs. His second CD, Songs for Freedom, live from The Metropolitan Room in NYC, includes the beautiful and haunting song  “ Round Here”, a powerful testament to the ravages of the 2010 earthquake. As a voice for the people, Herve’s lament describes the anguish felt when Haiti’s misery was met with a wartime and corporate mentality. At this time, he speaks of an image seared into the global collective that has been consistent in branding Haiti and the Haitian people for years as incompetent, dangerous and not deserving of respect.  “Mr. Blue”, on the same album is a tribute to his grandfather, the embodiment of love, wisdom and dedication. In the landscape of a vast blue sky and blue ocean his grandfather wove a dream for his family as infinite as the stunning beauty that surrounded them, despite the endemic poverty.  Herve’s exquisite expression in  “ Give Love” advocates the words of the Dalai Lama and Jesus- who both spoke of love as the absence of judgment, a kernel of wisdom so difficult for man to achieve that we desperately need this gentle prodding in an inspirational song.

 

A voice for humanity; his mesmerizing style and sparkling energy, pleasantly capture and lift the audience from the mundane and carry them to that place, somewhere up there, where we all know and understand why the global fight for freedom is worth our sacrifice.

GIVE LOVE

L'OLYMPIA

MR. BLUE

POURQUOI

MUSIC

  • POURQUOI

    Je ne t’ai pas vu

    Pour une miriade de jour

    Tu est parti en train

    Ton menteau a la main

    Tu as disparu avec le vent du sud

    Sans aucun aurevoir ou des mots sur papier

    Je me dessine des histoires

    Pour m’ecarter de ce brouillard

    Me voila maintenant Robinson egarer

    Noyer dans la migraine sous le poids de mes doutes

    Il faut quand meme s’echapper

     

    Pourquoi le soleil

    Qui ne se leve plus

    Pourquoi le telephone

    Qui ne sonne plus

    Pourquoi le bonheur

    Qui ne pousse plus

     

    Je suis alle voir ta tante

    Pour lui demander de tes nouvelles

    Je lui racontais de tous mes desespoir

    Et de tous mes nuits sans fin

    Elle a dit mon fils

    Ne te bas pas la tete

    Tu sais que l’amour

    Ne fait pas toujour de sense

    Elle est tombe amoureuse d’un

    American pour un autre paradis

    Il va falloir du temps pour reflechir

    Il va falloir du temps pour decouvrir

    Que l’aventure et l’amour

    Ne son pas pareil

     

    Pourquoi le soleit qui ne se leve plus

    Pourquoi le telephone qui ne sonne plus

    Pourquoi le bonheur qui ne danse plus

     

    C’etait un Jeudi matin

    Des années on passé

    Peut etre il fallait oublier

    Je fermais la porte

    Pour abandonner cette ville

    Avec  tout ces memoires étrangler

     

    Je disais aurevoir a l’espoir et l’amour

    Et tous ses reves de mensonge

    Je prennait mon taxi pour aller ailleur

    Vers mon nouveau paradis

    J’ai entendu ta voix qui pleure

    J’ai entendu ta voix qui pleure

     

    Pourquoi le soleil qui ne se leve plus

    Pourquoi le telephone qui ne sonne plus

    Pourquoi le vent ne m’importe plus

    Pourquoi le bonheur qui ne vole plus

     

    Pourquoi le soleit qui ne se leve plus

    Pourquoi le telephone qui ne sonne plus

    Pourquoi le bonheur qui ne vole plus

    C’est toi comme de l’or que j’avais perdu.

     

    By Hervé

     

  • VENGEANCE

    You’ve been losing sleep

    Like a bird on a wire

    You’re suddenly restless

    Your heart is on fire

    You had your last kiss

    Still you can’t find peace

    Had to let go but

    You’ve miscalculated

    Now you’re lost in a recurring

    Dream in the twilight of regret

     

    I’m your vengeance baby

    I’m your venom baby

    I’m your monster baby

    Your last one

    Left me on a sidewalk to burn

    With my desire

    Had so much love to give

    It turned to fire

    Many man have walked

    This earth to leave no shadow

    You’ve lost the reverie

    In your embrace

    Now you’re lost in a recurring dream

    In the twilight of regret

     

    I’m your vengeance baby

    I’m your venom baby

    I’m your monster baby

    Your last one

    I’m your vengeance baby

    I’m your venom baby

    I’m your monster baby

    Your last one

     

    There is no second chance

    When you’ve lost the right one

    And it’s your heart that pays

    When you’ve miscalculated

    Now you’re lost in a recurring dream

    In the twilight of regret

     

    I’m your vengeance baby

    I’m your venom baby

    I’m your monster baby

    Your last one

    I’m your vengeance baby

    I’m your venom baby

    I’m your monster baby

    Your last one

     

    By Hervé

     

  • SEVEN-SEEDS

    It’s a brand new day

    On the street

    Don’t bar your windows

    It’s time to see

    The fertile soil

    Across the street

    We had rainstorms

    But not defeat

     

    We’ve got Courage

    To make this garden

    With the Seven Seeds of Love

     

    Freedom’s road begins within

    Take a chance soar with the wind

    Grab the prize and realize

    The Seven Seeds of Love

    We’ve got Patience

    For longevity

    She runs a distance until infinity

    We’ve got Vision

    For precision

    The LaserWriter of imagination

    She turns darkness to creation

    With the Seven Seeds Love

     

    Freedom’s road begins within

    Take a chance soar with the wind

    Grab the prize and realize

    The Seven Seeds of Love

     

    We’ve got Hope for direction

    We’ve got Faith for motivation

    We’ve got Joy for clarity

    We’ve got Desire for unity

    With the Seven Seeds Love

     

    Freedom’s road begins within

    Take a chance soar with the wind

    Grab the prize and realize

    The Seven Seeds of Love

     

    Courage, Faith, Patience

    Seven Seeds of Love

    Joy, Vision, Desire, Hope

     

    By Hervé

  • MR-BLUE

    Mr. Blue

    You wear a blinding smile

    To mask a mystery

    You’ve crossed an ocean tide

    To follow Vanity

    She makes a lovely bride

    All sailors do agree

    She sings her siren songs

    To bring us all ashore

    To the land of make believe

     

    We all live in a world of make believe

    We all burn for a chance with destiny

    We all wish for our dance with vanity

    We all pray to not be led astray

    Mr. Blue

    You wear a blinding smile

    To mask another mystery

    This city is a trap for dusty misery

    It chokes you while you sleep

    To grasp your thirst for life

    It shades the morning light

    Cause you long to be free

     

    We all live in a world of make believe

    We all burn for a chance with destiny

    We all wish for our dance with vanity

    We all pray to not be led astray

    Don’t it make you sad to watch your dreams by the hour glass

    Don’t it makes you sad to watch them fall in a weather lottery

    Don’t it make you sad, don’t it make you mad

    Oh Mr. Blue don’t it, make you, make you, make you…

     

    But

    We all live in a world of make believe

    We all burn for a chance with destiny

    We all wish for our dance with vanity

    We all pray to not be led astray

     

    By Hervé

“We have just received your wonderful cd "Number 1". We really do love this cd indeed with your passion and heartfelt lyrics. This freshness is delivered with a style that is obviously all your own and that is what we like. Here at PBS we look for exactly the music you are doing”

 

Peter Merrett  - Music Manager

PBS FM , Melbourne, Australia

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