Julos Beaucarne, troubadour, poet and philosopher
Julos Beaucarne was born in Brussels on 27 June 1936 but spent his childhood in Wallonia. During a career spanning almost 60 years he has regaled us with the 500 songs he has written and some thirty albums, some in French and some in Walloon. But he is not just a singer, as he has multiple artistic and human facets. An all-round artist, he is a singer, composer, actor, poet and writer. His typically Belgian sense of humour, full of self-deprecation, makes him particularly endearing. He defines himself as an anarchist to the core.
Since the early 60s: optimism, love, nature and "his little country" have undoubtedly been the recurring themes he has developed in his work. He also composes texts filled with an air of freedom, a playful surrealism, and the sensibility of a waking dreamer. His typically Belgian sense of humour, full of self-mockery, makes him particularly endearing. In 1970, Julos Beaucarne took up residence in Tourinnes-la-Grosse (Beauvechain), a village in Walloon Brabant. His wife, Louise-Hélène France, known as Loulou, died there on 2 February 1975, murdered by nine stab wounds by a madman to whom the couple had offered hospitality, leaving him alone with Christophe and Boris, their two children.
Beyond La p'tite gayole (1981) and rainbow-coloured pullovers, Beaucarne is also a lover of language, with which he juggles in both French and Walloon. However, he is not satisfied with the French-speaking world, as he travels the world through his songs: from Europe to Latin America, from India to China, from Thailand to the countries of Africa.
Beyond a certain apparent playful and carefree lightness, Beaucarne has also won over a loyal audience who are seduced by his poetry or agree to reflect with him on some of his serious texts. He was a pioneer of ecology, which he defends; as early as 1979, he announced that "The revolution will involve the bicycle, comrade." He also harboured the values of tolerance and openness that are expressed in his entire body of work, "Your Christ is Jewish, your pizza is Italian, your coffee is Brazilian, your car is Japanese, your writing is Latin, your holidays are Turkish, your numbers are Arabic and ... you reproach your neighbour for being a foreigner... ." The depth of his thought astonishes and delights his audience. "Is happiness not walking tirelessly towards oneself?" said Julos, who has been inviting us to make our own dreams come true for over 60 years.