Inner voice  

I recently released an unusual video on my Patreon page. As this pandemic brought a lot a space to introspect and reflect on life, choices, and hopes, I dived to the why music has been so important to my life, and how the turn to jazz started. I have been practicing and studying classical since childhood, and I never dreamed of living from classical. Couldn't recognize myself as a pianist, nor a harp player, nor a classical musician. I couldn't fit any label. Though, music was calling me, clearly. That type of life time calling, no matter what. Do you see what I am talking about.  Strange enough, as the pandemic put us out of the hustle, the only thing that could bring a deep peace in mind was... Schubert. My jazz skills felt too vulnerable, and too close to my former active life, to be soothing and calming. I had to look even further into the origins, and on how it all started. As far away it seems from jazz, Schubert is and will stay the best composer to my opinion to paint the complexity of human emotions, through the harmonic progressions and variations. As a child, Schubert would express my pain, my joy, my doubts, my changing emotions way before I could phrase them with words. And this piece, particularly, is a good exemple to explain my opinion. And I find this access to my inner speech, in jazz... Hope it can inspired my students, to explore as many composers as possible to find the ones who can support and make their inner voice sing louder.... On a larger scale, I hope it can keep supporting the idea, that the inner voice KNOWS the answers. That is always safer to find the answers from within, and never ever, under despair, with the mirage sellers, or lesson givers. None of other's experience will never be have more authority than the song of your soul. (story to be continued....) Margot. Photo Credit Nicolas Gauffreteau. 


Hello everyone, 

I will be straight to the point; I am exhausted. 

Each day is a battle, and the battle is to find sense within the day. It's fight to plug to my happiness. Every single hour. 

Sorry to be that frontal. I am still optimistic this has to be a  transitional period. Even I was miraculously not directly concerned by Covid, I feel the mourning and  I want to be a part of it. 

Better time are coming, I feel it.

Once for all (and a reminder for myself) ; t's ok not to feel well. It's ok to feel overwhelmed and exhausted. I's ok to be scared and to feel emptied. 

Why pretending to feel ok,  and to fake an advertising-friendly  socially-acceptable happiness? On the bad days, shoudn't we just find a balance in the truth. And not pretending the new normal is acceptable? That we would ok to be  blind or silent  to the suffering all around? It's not complaining, it's to be real. And human. 

Somehow, it might be one of the lessons of this fall down.  On the bad days, not to try at any cost to feel happy, but just to target a balance and empathetic response. 

Still in seek to be an ACTIVE live musician, and to share some regenerating music, let's meet on this coming Saturday for some french bossas. At 6pm. Will be on youtube live, so no worries for the European times;)

By the way, funny enough, it's while the world is collapsing that I have been hired for one of the most meaningful musical project I have ever be a part of. It's a Tish project, on the musical Elegies for Angels, Punks and Raging Queens. Will share more soon.

I hate recording (for the pressure it puts on my sensitive shoulders); I mean it. I HATE IT. 

But, this time, I end up crying (because the music/lyrics/musicians/singers/musical director are BOMBS) and having goosepumps while practicing for it. I think I met my dream recording team. For real. 

See on Saturday (and later...)

Hang in there,


A bientôt,



It's ok to redefine... 



Therefore,  I will openly, publicly, outrageously steal the words of one of my biggest inspirations, Romy Schneider. 

Will be crossed by an inspirational hippiedeepy facebook page quote.

Follow my lead.


For a certain time now, I am getting up every morning with a nausea as soon as I am sensing how unbalanced, scary, uncertain, blurred....  the whole society is. 

It only takes a blink. 

Then, I need- for my sanity- to develop/nourish an inner world what the Universe has driven me to since childhood;  music.

Music is my oxygen. Music is my purpose. Music is the only place where I don't feel totally useless nor helpless. No more, no less. 

Targeting success while the world is falling appart makes no sense. It never really did anyway, even in the ancient world.


But the words of this wonderful soul came to my eyes:

"Success is getting out of bed in the morning, driven by the joy of what the day will be made of. The kind of joy that could make you fly.

Success is working with people you love.

Success is being connected with the world and communicate/share your passion.

Success is getting to bed at night with the feeling you would have done your best of the day.

Success is experiencing joy, freedom, friendship and love.

Success is the action of love. "- Romy Schneider.


Happy September everyone. 


PS1; see you every other week for the live on youtube. Next one will be sept 12th. 

PS2; The quote of the hippiedeepy  suspiciously- but still- appealing facebook page:

  "Within 3 months , you'll be in totally different space mentally, spiritually and financially".

Can't wait. CAN.NOT.WAIT  #cannotwait #forreal


Fighting the invisible 


Will start in an unusual way, but I was watching a small video about the latest instagram of Johnny Deep. 

It moved me. How his words were compassionate, caring and meaningful. 

As an artist, was complicated to keep going i my field in such a period of chaos. When so many people (including myself and my people) were copping with the anxiety of staying healthy, to keep buying food, to keep paying the rent., keeping their job, business...

Then he said (after the oh so necessary wishes that all of you are ok, and safe, and the so obvious support for all the obstacles, crisis, down fall many of us are going through), that we should use this unwanted isolation and slow down, to create something to brighten someone's day. To keep nourishing our soul, even in the deepest fears. 

This is were I reconnected to the idea of keeping creating music, keeping putting words on emotions; to do something meaningful, armful, and at least to help someone to pass his/her time in a more positive way. 

My heart is still heavy, and confused putting those words down. 

But, I want to share nonetheless, we (our tiny team of two) started

- to update all the social medias with the new material we had been collected in the period of time we were still performing. 

-to create a Patreon community

-to schedule the goodies for the community (the first life video will be available on Patreon tomorrow

-to change our process  on the outside from dying to have the music attention to building our community strength to  create blogs, Cover youtube HQ videos, Live performances streaming, original songs HQ recordings and place this music in the film industry

-to change our process in the inside switching from a paralyzing perfectionism to a consistency

Hope my words make sense. In a way. 

All to say, stay safe, well and as happy as possible.

We'll get through this with a higher sense of care to each other, and more sense  in our lives. 

A bientôt





Ready to enjoy the last weekend before the september fever, a few words as I promised to myself to hang on this weekly blog.

I discovered recently the power of the self discipline (a book written by Jack Canfield- thanks Jack). 

Why? because I am living my dream and I am putting myself under pressure by enthusiasm. You coudn't believe such thing could happen??? Believe me, it does.

Don't know how long it will stay, but so far The Power of Self-discipine is  life changing.

Some people ask me;  how do you make the best of your free time, when you are not performing.


Free what???

Musician life nowadays is not less than running a start up. 

As much as I adore the freedom that it gives, it can be overwhelming, especially with  exponential creative  thoughts. 

Good problem.

That been said, I will try to apply the one-step-at-a-time mood. 

After the weekend. 



Blog 3 (plus 2 days... I know...) 


So much this week that I have passed the D day. 

Where did the summer go??? I really wanted to move forward to finalize the album songs (13 originals to come), but life took a step on it. 

Like it's often the cas, I will do it in a rush. Because it's a question of a moment, of the moment, the present moment.

I could spend my days in contemplating. One day, someone told me I had eagle eyes. That I was always scanning what/who was around me.

Let's say songwriting is the same way (for a part only of the process); to capture the unheard that runs in front of you for a second. 

It's called a song seed. 

A garden is about to grow, with the best co-writer possible.

In my Angels Arms...

What will always be hard to describe about been on stage 

Blog week 2. Am I inspired to write something today. Hell yes, and hell no. The every day life looks like a roller coster. Hell and heaven coexisting. Situations that breaks my heart, and Angel's delivering breathtaking gifts. The same day. (can't wait to announce  the good part... but not on the program yet... so still SECRET) 

Seems to be on the edge all the time; only balanced by purpose. Because it's so unnatural to stand in front of an audience (why should I? why do I have the pretension of doing it?) mixed with the need to deliver emotions, to create a space to share them, to develop them with the others musicians, and with the audience. To make hearts keep beating. With subtle  material. 

Am I shy? Sure I am. But as soon as I embrace my dopple ganger- called " the artist Margot Sergent" I enter another dimension. 

How could I define it ? It's magic.  No more, no less.

A beginning.... 

There is a need of a beginning of anything. Like saying “yes” to the instructor for your first skydiving jump. “Are you ready to jump?” Never. Never READY to jump. Ready to make a dream come true, YES.  

Even though I feel so far away of being ready to start, I will. Blog 1- week 1.  

Certainly as uncertain and fearful as I was, when 7 years ago, I had the crazy idea to apply for the best jazz music school in the world. Yes, this is what I typed on my computer as a research : “best jazz school in the world”. The answer was Berklee. I called Berkeley University. Of course, I did. “You may have wanted to reach BerKLEE”. Blank. 

I had been introduced to jazz, a couple years before  by a bass player who went to Berklee, and even before, by a wonderful Brazilian Jazz singer who leaded to meet Archie Shepp. The legend, the one and only Archie Shepp. Whom I learned the importance of his carreer after jaming with him on stage. “Who is he?” was I asking to the sound guy backstage after having this blessed suspended moment. Eyes rolled. Me, blushing afterwards, after a quick research on internet back home.  

This is certainly how a dream come true; through fears, doubts and a ton of innocence.