#zaz

Zaz auf dem Bonner Kunstrasen am 15.07.2026.

Sometimes I remember things that I perceive as happy memories. And I will continue finding them happy memories because they are mine.

One of those memories is the play fighting over the one cd case for a 2cd zaz album. The album I'm listening to right now.

I remember Zaz is the woman who formed my love for French Jaz, and my mother is the one who formed my love for Zaz.

We shared some music in common, the Dixie chicks, zaz, Andrea Bocelli, and others I grew up with because of her.

The only thing that makes these sweet memories bitter is my attempts to share my music with her were often stilted because of my early fascination with Fandom music from whatever kids my age were listening to.

We came back together musically when I did a school project on directing her favorite song- because it is her favorite song. And much like a parent reacts to their kid writing about them as their hero she seemed proud to be written about.

It makes me want to cry sometimes, listening to songs that she introduced me to- but that I cannot possibly take out of my daily routeen. How can I go through Christmas without Bocelli?

How can I wake up my brain to write without zaz?

How could I possibly cook without her influence in music?

How can I clean with music without that music being country. She organized her life in genres and didn't even know it, I'm doing it consciously and finding reminders of her.

per asciugare i nostri pianti amari,

per sollevare i nostri cuori di pietra

e cantare le nostre mille miserie.

Solo la mia gioia di vivere da donare

ai "figli della luna".

Perché quaggiù tutto si riduce

a cercare in noi la luce.

E poco importa se mi perderò»

Zaz - Mon sourire (Live at MO Museum Vilnius)