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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



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.