Lhasa
was an American-born singer-songwriter who was raised in Mexico and the United States and divided her adult life between Canada and France. She could have been a worldwide star, if she’d released more records. Only three LPs in twelve years makes her body of work concise. She passed away in 2010 at only 37.
It was playing everywhere when I was in high school.
It’s very hard to choose, but I have a particular love for «Waiting For The Miracle».
The saddest song I ever heard.
My first album took me 24 years to find.
«I don't want to be your friend...»
A beautiful album for kids but not at all cutesy.
That’s none of my business.
My life isn’t over yet.
It doesn’t let you wallow.
That’s just the one I can think of right now.
I wrote «Anyone And Everyone», the last song on my new album, as a kind of anthem to my neighborhood in Montreal.
I was five. I traded it for a book.
I’ve made everyone watch the live performance on Youtube.
I don’t have a cellphone but if I did I like the one that sounds like crickets chirping.
«I can’t believe that it's real, the way that you make me feel, a burning deep down inside, a love that I cannot hide.»
I recently sent one to my sisters.
«The Hungarian Melody for piano in B minor», played by Vladimir Ashkenazy.
«No matter what happens next, I shouldn’t be afraid because I know today has been, the most perfect day I’ve ever seen.»
