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If We Only Have Love<br />

by Lois Kivesto<br />

Below | Director Stafford Arima (centre) with (from left) Mike Nadajewski,<br />

Jewelle Blackman and Brent Carver.<br />

Facing page, from top | (Left to right) Brent Carver, Jewelle Blackman,<br />

Nathalie Nadon, Mike Nadajewski; Stafford Arima; Brent Carver.<br />

Following page | Nathalie Nadon; (From left) Nathalie Nadon,<br />

Mike Nadajewski, Brent Carver, Jewelle Blackman and Todd L. Underwood<br />

(Musical staging); Mike Nadajewski. Photography by Erin Samuell.<br />

“I never sing for audiences; I sing for people.”<br />

– <strong>Jacques</strong> <strong>Brel</strong><br />

Born in Brussels in 1929, <strong>Jacques</strong> <strong>Brel</strong> declined the<br />

comfortable future awaiting him in the successful<br />

family business. <strong>Brel</strong> instead pursued his deep<br />

interest in music and literature by writing and<br />

singing his own chansons (lyric-driven French<br />

songs). Those songs carried him to the fertile<br />

artistic and creative sphere of Paris in 1952, where<br />

he continued to develop them for presentation to<br />

Parisian publishers and nightclub patrons.<br />

<strong>Brel</strong> regarded songwriting as a craft, one that<br />

he once depicted in mime as a carpenter at work<br />

with a saw and plane, claiming, “There is nothing<br />

more exacting than to put a note of music above<br />

a word.” The balance of passion and reason, and<br />

the expression of truth, compassion and respect for<br />

ordinary people became the hallmarks of his work.<br />

<strong>Brel</strong>’s songs illuminated his own dreams and fears<br />

in a world impacted by the Great Depression and<br />

World War II (and later the Algerian War and the<br />

radical 1960s). <strong>Brel</strong>’s songs reflected life’s spinning<br />

carousel of family, love, politics, social injustice and<br />

a pervading desire to maintain or at least reclaim<br />

one’s sense of humanity.<br />

A mesmerizing performer of great physical and<br />

emotional intensity, <strong>Brel</strong> personified the characters<br />

of his songs, often building to a defiant and<br />

explosive conclusion with what came to be known<br />

as the “<strong>Brel</strong>ian crescendo.” He was a favoured<br />

performer of the Parisian sophisticates, yet his<br />

desire to explore and enhance the popular song<br />

took him on tour throughout France for ten years.<br />

<strong>Brel</strong> sang in bars, converted cinemas, barns and<br />

churches, all the while aware that no matter the<br />

complexity of his song structures, the feelings they<br />

conveyed were of utmost visceral simplicity.<br />

<strong>Brel</strong>’s strenuous touring next carried him beyond<br />

France to include the United States, Canada, Great<br />

Britain, South Africa, Finland, Sweden and Russia.<br />

On the world stage, he brought the poetry-set-tomusic<br />

of the “art song” back to mainstream cultural<br />

life, much as the nineteenth-century composers<br />

of German lieder had done. <strong>Brel</strong> transformed<br />

and elevated the popular song into an art form of<br />

universal relevance.<br />

Nat Shapiro, a music-publishing associate,<br />

was among the innumerable New York listeners<br />

captivated by <strong>Brel</strong>. In 1960, Shapiro introduced<br />

the wonders of <strong>Brel</strong>’s musical world to his friend,<br />

Eric Blau, a writer-producer-translator with a<br />

background in the classics and 1930s left-wing<br />

literature. Blau then wrote and co-produced an off-<br />

Broadway revue entitled O, Oysters! at the Village<br />

Gate in Greenwich Village. In the revue, Blau’s wife,<br />

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