Julie Aube | The beauty of the second hand

On satisfaction, her second solo album, lavish in warm, dated references, the Hay Babies Julie Aubé sings of the beauty of objects and people worn down by time. We made an appointment with him at a second-hand record store.

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Dominik Spaet

Dominik Spaet
The press

Julie Aubé, like any record collector, keeps a mental list of nuggets she hopes to come across when snooping around in the trash cans. What do we find there? His eyebrows rise. “There are many, many things. »

But now the singer would love to get her hands on a copy of itBefore you are overwhelmed (1973), Edith Butler’s early album. A grail that she will not appropriate today, we conclude after examining the sections devoted to Québec music and French music, the two poles between which Acadian culture is all too often torn .

Born in Memramcook in the early 1990s, Julie Aubé was 10 or 11 (‘preteen, shall we say’) when her father gave her her first record player and a set of hand-picked LPs, ‘you early Rod Stewart, crime of the century Supertramp, Simon & Garfunkel, Cat Stevens, Jim Croce”.

But why did her father think that his daughter would appreciate such a gift? The scene takes place in the family garage during the summer weeks after the Aubés move to Moncton. Little Julie has no friends there yet, but will soon be in a lasting relationship with four lousy gentlemen named John, Paul, George and Ringo.


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Julie Aube

My dad put on a Beatles tape, it was the first time I’d heard an entire album and I was like, what the hell? it was there best Music I had never heard before. That’s when my father noticed that I was tripping.

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Papa Aubé unwittingly laid the foundation upon which his youngest would build her own music, deeply connected to Fleetwood Mac, The Band, Joni Mitchell or Bob Dylan, the usual suspects in thrift store records – listen to the first notes of the irresistible Littlea flight claimed entirely by Julie on the organ of Like a Rolling Stone. “Back then, we didn’t listen to any popular music at home. When I wanted to leave shopping mall, I thought: What is that, Justin Timberlake? Of course I wasn’t the cool girl in my school. »

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Gratitude. That could have been the title too satisfaction, Julie Aubé’s second solo album, in which the prolific writer and composer chronicles what feeds her daily well-being. A list that includes a number of worn objects, but also people who have acquired their irrevocable and moving patina over the years. She pays homage to them Second hand, Ode to the strength of all that time has cracked beautifully.

“Wear it, experience it, it’s beautiful. There’s nothing that bothers me more than a new pair of super white trainers,” laughs the one who, when not on tour, spends her hours at home sewing and patching clothes in the Memramcook woods.

Mending, mend: These are gestures Julie appreciates both literally and figuratively, she who is emerging from the pandemic with the hope that together we know how to give each other needles and cotton wool to mend our hearts to pieces . She talks about her song watch yourself as a “love letter to all who are harder to love”.

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the past few years, it’s empathy, patience and love,” she says.

I found that my friends were quick to reject someone for supporting the trucker convoy or the Conservative Party. You’ve known each other forever and suddenly you’re not anymore friendsbecause you don’t agree? I saw a lot of it and it shocked me. We shouldn’t be so fast Clear someone in his life.

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Young Acadian rock veteran Julie Aubé, 29, says she has long been ashamed of her language. Her poetry of trifles, jealously rooted in the territory of her daily life, testifies to all the invigorating richness of the various French spoken in the Maritimes.

“At school they showed me Garou and Celine Dion and said to me, ‘This is your culture.’ And I didn’t understand anything they sang! It created a lot of linguistic insecurity in me, I felt stupid. It was like my way of speaking was invalid. But today, young people aged 16 and 17 have their own artists like the Hôtesses d’Hilaire or the P’tit Belliveau, which look like them. There is something to be proud of. What to be content with.

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