04/15/25

Clémence DesRochers

Clémence DesRochers, born on November 23, 1933, in Sherbrooke, Québec, is a versatile artist known for her work as a comedian, singer-songwriter and broadcaster. She studied at the Conservatoire de Musique et d’Art Dramatique de Montréal, which helped refine her skills for a career that began in the late 1950s. Her early performances in cabarets, such as Montréal’s St-Germain-des-Prés, established her as a significant figure in Québec’s entertainment scene. DesRochers was also part of the influential group Les Bozos and created her own cabarets, including La Boîte à Clémence and Le Fournil, which were vital in shaping Québec’s cultural landscape.

Throughout her career, DesRochers became known for her unique combination of monologue, song, satire, and poetry, often focusing on women’s lives. Her shows, including Les Girls (1968), marked a cultural turning point, addressing feminist themes and offering a critical yet playful look at societal norms. Her work was bold, and Les Girls made history as the first all-female produced show to challenge traditional portrayals of women in entertainment. Her poems, short stories, songs, and monologues continued to reflect the realities of Québécois women, with her works being performed by various artists, including Edith Butler and Renée Claude.

DesRochers became renowned for presenting both humorous and poignant reflections on Québec’s identity, culture, and the role of women in society in her role as a host on CBC for many years. She continued to tour and make recordings with LP Pro-Culture as well as work with Radio-Canada throughout her career. Her performances gained widespread acclaim for their candid, tender, and sometimes caustic nature, making her one of the most influential figures in Québécois entertainment.

Over the years, DesRochers’ contributions to music and theatre earned her numerous accolades, including the Prix Denise-Pelletier (2005), the Governor General’s Performing Arts Award (2009), and multiple honors from SOCAN and the Société professionnelle des auteurs et des compositeurs du Québec. She was named a Chevalier de l’Ordre national du Québec (2001) and an Officer of the Order of Canada (2010), securing her place as one of Quebec’s most beloved and impactful cultural icons.

Fiddling In Canada

The Evolution of Fiddling in Canada: A Musical Tradition Rooted in History

One of Canada’s most resilient and dynamic folk traditions is the practice of playing the fiddle. Canada’s rich history of fiddling stretches back to the 17th century and has played a pivotal role in shaping the cultural identity of rural communities across the country. Until around 1960, fiddling was the dominant medium of dance music in Canada, providing a soundtrack for social gatherings, celebrations, and community events. Rooted in the musical practices of the British Isles, French-Canada, and various Indigenous communities, fiddling has not only reflected the nation’s diverse cultural heritage but has also served as a lens through which the development of Canadian society can be viewed. Through its continuous evolution, fiddling has remained the nation’s premier instrumental folk tradition, with more practitioners today than ever before in history.

The history of fiddling in Canada is marked by early written records that date back to 1645, when violins were first documented in New France. In the following centuries, fiddle music was interwoven with social events such as dances and veillées, or evening gatherings, where fiddlers provided the lively rhythms for popular European dances. By the 18th century, the influx of Scottish, Irish, English, and French immigrants to Canada further enriched the fiddle repertoire, as various musical traditions from the British Isles and beyond were introduced and adapted. Scottish and Irish immigrants, in particular, played a key role in spreading fiddling traditions across the country, with distinctive regional styles emerging in places like Cape Breton, Newfoundland, and parts of Québec.

A significant aspect of Canadian fiddling history lies in its interaction with Indigenous and Métis communities. As European settlers introduced fiddling to the continent, fiddling became a central to many diverse communities, particularly in northern Ontario, the Prairies, and the northern territories. Métis fiddling, which blended Indigenous, French, and Scottish musical influences, flourished as a unique tradition that quickly spread and ultimately developed its own distinct sound. By the late 19th century, Canada had developed many broad regional styles of fiddling, each shaped by the unique cultural influences of its inhabitants such as: French-Canadian, Scottish, Irish, and Métis. Despite the interactions and cross-pollination of these styles, each maintained its distinct characteristics, which continue to be celebrated in contemporary Canadian fiddling. There are over ten Canadian regional fiddle styles recognized today.

Fiddling remains an active and vibrant practice in Canada. The rise of formal instruction and modern media, such as recordings, radio, and television, has brought new audiences to the tradition, while the influence of earlier fiddlers can still be heard in performances across the country. From its origins in 17th-century New France to its modern-day revival, fiddling has endured as a testament to Canada’s diverse and rich cultural tapestry, offering a window into the social and historical forces that have shaped the nation. As more Canadians take up the fiddle, this tradition will continue to evolve, ensuring that the music of the past remains alive and relevant to the present day.

Suggested Sources:

Canada’s History. “Métis Violin,” Canada’s History, last modified December 11, 2019, https://www.canadashistory.ca/explore/arts-culture-society/metis-violin.

The Canadian Encyclopedia. “Fiddling,” The Canadian Encyclopedia, accessed March 10, 2025, https://www.thecanadianencyclopedia.ca/en/article/fiddling-emc.

Burnyeat, Michael. “Fiddling in Canada.” YouTube, October 29, 2017. https://youtu.be/2LBOUB2PWfo?feature=shared.

“Fiddling Around the World: Canada,” Fiddling Around, accessed March 10, 2025, https://www.fiddlingaround.co.uk/canada/.

04/2/25

Québec Love (1969)

Paranoid, complains and farts
Paranoïaque, rouspète pis pète
And fart of hash, that is rubbish
Pis pet de hasch, ça, c'est d'la marde
Chalice pis pet don't smoke
Des Calisse pis pet fume pas
Well, I don't care, smoke or don't smoke
Pis moé, j'm'en crisse, fume ou fume pas
It's the same problem, me, I don't have one
C'est l'même problème, moé, j'en ai pas
Do you understand that, do you understand that
Comprends-tu ça, comprends-tu ça

To me it's crystal clear
Pour moi, c'est clair comme de l'eau d'roche
Rocher Percé, do you remember
Rocher Percé, t'en souviens-tu
It's still there and it doesn't move
Y est toujours là pis y bouge pas
There's only one eye, but it's looking at you
Y a rien qu'un oeil, mais y te r'garde
That's me, you, you don't see me
Ça, c'est moé, toé, tu m'vois pas
Do you understand that, do you understand that
Comprends-tu ça, comprends-tu ça

It's like your shadow, you look, thinking it's you
C'est comme ton ombre, tu regardes, pensant qu'c'est toé
But it's not you, your shadow follows you, so don't follow it
Mais c'est pas toé, ton ombre te suit, suis-la donc pas
It's my toy, it's our toy
C'est ma bébelle, c'est not' bébelle
Moé, I'll take care of it, don't worry
Moé, j'm'en occupe, occupe-toé pas
Do you understand that, do you understand that
Comprends-tu ça, comprends-tu ça

It's sunny even if it rains
Y fait soleil même si ça pleut
Even if it blows, even if it thunders
Même si ça pète, même si ça tonne
That doesn't surprise me, me, I have peace
Ça m'étonne pas, moé, j'ai la paix
You, you don't have it, but it will come
Toé, tu l'as pas, mais ça viendra
Moé, I feel myself coming and I'm going to come back
Moé, j'me sens v'nir pis j'vas rev'nir
Do you understand that, do you understand that
Comprends-tu ça, comprends-tu ça

I'm cleared, not defrocked
J'suis défriché, pas défroqué
Besides my hair, I have my head
En d's'our de mes ch'veux, j'ai ma tête
A Quebec love, that’s my bag
Un Québec love, ça, c'est mon bag
We have to do something, let's go, it's urgent
Faut faire quelqu'chose, aweille, ça presse
Don't give up man, it'll be your party
Lâche pas bonhomme, ça sera ta fête
Do you understand that, do you understand that
Comprends-tu ça, comprends-tu ça

And the States, it's nobody's
Pis les États, c'est à personne
It belongs to Babel, it's not our toy
C'est à Babel, c'pas not' bébelle
Let them fight for it as for me I don't give a damn (I don't give a damn)
Qu'ils se l'arrachent pis moé, j'm'en sacre (j'm'en sacre)
I have my ark, Noah's ark
Moi, j'ai mon arche, arche de Noé
Merry Christmas Tremblay, that’s ours
Joyeux Noël Tremblay (?), ça, c't à nous autres
Do you understand that, do you understand that
Comprends-tu ça, comprends-tu ça
There's no more Christ, there's no more Christmas
Y en a pu d'Christ, y a pu d'Christmas
Let them fight for it, their Santa Claus
Qu'ils se l'arrachent, leur Santa Claus
From Simpson and from Eaton
De chez Simpson pis d'chez Eaton
Moé, I'm happy with Dupuis Frères
Moé, j'me contente de Dupuis Frères
Moé, I'm happy with Omer Desserres
Moé, j'me contente d'Omer Desserres
Do you understand that, do you understand that
Comprends-tu ça, comprends-tu ça

Pacific Plant crunch the English
Pacifique Plante crounche les Anglais
Peacefully, if possible
Pacifiquement, si c'est possible
If it is possible peacefully
Si c'est possible pacifiquement
If it's not, give me a gun
Si ça l'est pas, donne-moé un gun
Give me a gun, me I'll take care of it
Donne-moé un gun, moé, j'm'en occupe
Do you understand that, do you understand that
Comprends-tu ça, comprends-tu ça 

Author: Robert Charlebois
Lyrics source: Musixmatch
Edited lyrics: Ève Poudrier

04/2/25

Le renard, le loup (1977)

Dans un sentier près de chez nous
On a trail near my home
Vivait le r'nard vivait le loup
Lived the fox, lived the wolf
Ah! Y s’engueulaient comme les enfers
Ah! They fought like hell
Vivait le r'nard vivait le loup (bis)
Lived the fox, lived the wolf (bis)

J'les ai vus près du ruisseau
I saw them near the brook
J’arrivai entre chiens et loups
I got there at dusk
Le r'nard 'tait roux comme Louis St-Pierre
The fox was red as Louis St-Pierre
Le loup 'tait noir comme les loups
The wolf was black as wolves are
Fier de l'hiver fier d'être un loup
Proud of the winter proud to be a wolf

Moi j'ai voulu les arrêter
Me, I wanted to stop them
Comme jamais j'me suis mis à crier
I started to scream as I never had before
Avant qu’y en aille un qui s’fasse mordre la gorge
Before one be bitten at the throat
Avant qu'y en aille un qui s’fasse étrangler (bis)
Before one be strangled

J'leur ai tendu le plus beau piège
I set the most beautiful trap for them
Qu'un homme ait jamais place
That a man had ever set
J'leur ai tendu ma main pleine de neige
I reached out to them with my hand full of snow
Ils l’ont sentie ils l'ont aimée (bis)
They smelled it they liked it (bis)

Le r'nard monta sur mes épaules
The fox climbed up on my shoulders
Le loup y s'est mis à chanter
The wolf he started to sing
Y nous a trouvés tellement drôles
He found us so funny
Sur notre sentier y s'est mis à marcher
On our trail he started to walk
Vive l'amour vive l'amitié
Celebrate love celebrate friendship

Author: Paul Piché
French lyrics source: Genius.com
Translation to English: Ève Poudrier

04/2/25

La gigue à Mitchouano (1977)

St-Scholastique ou parc Forillon
Fallait partir de bon matin
Pour les touristes ou leurs avions
On est toujours dans l’chemin
Les gens ont perdu leurs maisons
Leurs terre et pis leur pays
Tout ce que j’ai pu faire
C’t’une p’tite chanson
Qu’ira pas plus loin qu’ici
Dans l’nord y a un moulin
Qu’y a empoisonné tous les indiens
Apparemment ça répondait
Vraiment à un besoin
Pis on leur d’mande après ça
De r’garder le bon côté d’la vie
De pu chasser de pu pêcher
D’arrêter d’faire des p’tits
Y aurait ni tête, ni pieds
Pourrait pas travailler
Dans l’pâte et papier
Va-tu falloir attendre qu’y’aille
Démolir toutes nos maisons
Attendre d’être empilés dans des bâtisses
Faites en carton
Vas-tu falloir attendre
D’être rendu fous, d’être affamés
Attendre d’avoir la corde au cou
Les mains ben attachées
Mais on a pas assez eu d’misère
Y nous faudrait l’enfer
Avant d’se révolter, avant d’s’organiser
Pis les étudiants, objectivement
S’inquiètent pour passer le temps
Y gardent la connaissance entre eux
Comme le riche son argent
Ou ben on signe rien qu’une pétition
Mais c’est pas ben ben risqué
Y a pas d’danger qui voyent ton nom
Sur des feuilles tout fripées
C’est l’à qu’on s’cache la face
Pour faire nos grimaces
Sur des bouts d’papier
On s’est r’gardé à bout portant
L’nombril au premier plan
On sait qu’on est du monde peureux
Avec un bel accent
Mais va-tu falloir attendre
Qu’y viennent nous chercher
Comme des boeufs
Quand on sera rendu rien qu’d’la viande
On sera pas moins nerveux
Mais on a pas assez eu d’misère
Y nous faudrait l’enfer
Avant de se révolter, avant d’s’organiser

Author: Paul Piché

Lyrics source: Genius.com

03/19/25

La maudite machine (1972)

J′ai vu à matin

Un vieux robineux

M’a tendu la main

Pour une cenne ou deux

C′pas drôle dans la rue

Quand il faut dormir

Dans les fonds d’ruelles

Ca peut pas être pire

Rien dans l’fond d′l′écuelle

Peux-tu t’en sortir?

Si tous les pognés

Dans leur p′tite misère

Se disaient: “Calvaire!

Y est temps d’arrêter”

Ca irait p′t’être mieux

Un coup d′pied dans l’cul

Ça peut réveiller

Quand personne sait pus

Pourquoi travailler

C’est donc toujours plate

J′ai l′goût de m’en aller quelqu′part

J’voudrais sacrer l′camp

Plus ça va, plus ça devient mort

C’tait plus beau avant

J′aimerais ça être bien chez moi

Sans qu’on m’mange le dos

Laisse-moi donc tranquille a soir

Brailler comme il faut

T′as perdu ta job

Tu sais pus où t′mettre

T’as pus l′air ben sobre

Trois tavernes de faites

Comment va ta vie?

Dépêche-toé bonhomme

Sors vite de ta crasse

Prouve donc que t’es un homme

Pis trouve-toi une place

T′as plus tellement de temps

Mais y’a rien à faire

Les patrons te veulent pus

Tu vaux pus ben cher

T′es tout nu dans la rue

T’es un gars fini!

La maudite machine

Qui t’a avalé

A marche en câline

Faudrait la casser

J′ai l′goût de m’en aller quelqu′part

J’voudrais sacrer l′camp

Plus ça va, plus ça devient mort

C’tait plus beau avant

J′aimerais ça être bien chez moi

Sans qu’on m’mange le dos

Laisse-moi donc tranquille à soir

Brailler comme il faut.

Author: Pierre Flynn

Lyrics Source: MusixMatch

03/19/25

Le Labrador (1972)

Ouais, je dois retourner vers le nord
L'un de mes frères m'y attend
Faudrait tirer, traîner le temps
Avec mon frère qui est dingue
Qui pousse sur un traîneau géant
Les exploiteurs se font pesants

Faudrait rapporter du soleil
De la chaleur pour les enfants
Flatter les chiens du vieux chasseur
Boire avec lui un coup de blanc
Traîner du sud vers le nord
Notre sud est encore tout blanc

Mon père parlait du Labrador
Du vent qui dansait sur la mer
Un homme marchait sur la neige
Cherchant des chiens pour un traîneau
Il est rentré les yeux mouillés
Puis un avion nous l'a ramené

Un millier d'hommes sur la neige
N'ont pas d'endroit pour retourner
Ils sont figés là, sans connaître
Et n'ont que du sud à penser
Ouais, je dois retourner vers le nord
Chanter l'été du Labrador

Singer-Songwriter: Claude Dubois

Lyrics source: MusixMatch

03/19/25

Claude DuBois (1947-)

Claude DuBois

[4] Claude André Dubois is a Canadian songwriter born on April 24, 1947. Known for his emotionally rich music, Dubois explores themes of longing, identity, and complexities of human ambition. [1] His journey in music began at just 12 years old when he joined the band Les Montagnards, starting off with an LP (vinyl record) release at 17, he was already entertaining audiences at Le Patriote in Montréal, and he made his solo debut the next year. His big break came in 1967 when he won the Renée-Claude trophy and showing his talent at Expo 67, really put him on the international stage. Over time, he changed his music from traditional chanson to being more rock-oriented, with standout hits like “Comme un million de gens”.

[1] In 1972, he was hired as a TV show host and established his own record label. After overcoming some personal challenges, including drug issues in 1981, he made a remarkable comeback in 1982 with the album Sortie Dubois, which brought him five Félix awards that same year. After recovering from a stroke, he released Duos Dubois in 2007, which earned him a place in the Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame in 2008. His passion for performance remained strong as he delighted audiences at various festivals until 2013.

[2] Dubois’ songs dive into deep emotions, often focusing on themes like longing, identity, and the tension between material success and genuine fulfillment. Take “Le Blues du Businessman,” which comes from the musical Starmania for example. It paints a vivid picture of a wealthy businessman who seems to have it all—money, power, and success—but still feels an important sense of emptiness. The lyrics contrast his luxurious lifestyle (“Je voyage toujours en première,” “J’ai du succès dans mes affaires”) with his inner emptiness (“J’suis pas heureux mais j’en ai l’air, “J’ai perdu le sens de l’humour”). Despite his multiple achievements, he regrets not pursuing an artistic path where he could express himself freely and find true meaning in life. The repetition of “J’aurais voulu être un artiste” reinforces his yearning for creativity, self-expression, and an identity beyond his career. This song captures a recurring theme in Dubois’ work—an emotional exploration that challenges societal norms, revealing the gap between outward success and inner satisfaction. With its melancholic tone and striking lyrics, it offers a timeless commentary on the sacrifices often made in the pursuit of wealth and achievement.

[3] This theme of longing and inner conflict is not only present in “Le Blues du Businessman” but also appears in “Chasse-Galerie”, though in a different form. While the former explores personal dissatisfaction in the face of success, the latter tells a supernatural tale of desire and temptation. “Chasse-Galerie” is an engaging song inspired by a popular Québécois legend about a group of lumberjacks who make a deal with the devil to fly home in a magical canoe on New Year’s Eve. The song dives into themes of temptation and the ongoing struggle between good and evil. The lyrics create a vivid picture of the men’s isolation in the forest, where the devil takes advantage of their longing for home by offering them this enchanted escape. But it’s a risky pact—if anyone breaks the rules, they all face dire consequences. The tension rises as they successfully reach their village, but one man’s mistake seals their fate. Just when hope seems lost, a young member of the group manages to break the spell with a heartfelt prayer. Claude Dubois’ rendition of this tale brings a haunting quality that really emphasizes the perils of temptation. This song beautifully weaves together folklore and poetic storytelling, making it a unforgettable piece.

References

[2] Kerley, Melissa S. “Starmania and ‘Le Blues Du Businessman.’” Learn French in DC and Online, 7 May 2010, frenchindc.com/blog/starmania-and-le-blues-du-businessman/. Accessed 16 Mar. 2025.

[1] Rioux, Christian, et al. “Claude Dubois.” Thecanadianencyclopedia.ca, 3 Mar. 2013, www.thecanadianencyclopedia.ca/en/article/claude-dubois-emc. Accessed 14 Mar. 2025.

[4] Wikipedia Contributors. “Claude Dubois.” Wikipedia, Wikimedia Foundation, 24 Sept. 2024, en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claude_Dubois. Accessed 16 Mar. 2025.

[3] Wikipedia Contributors. “Chasse-Galerie.” Wikipedia, 26 Jan. 2021, en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chasse-galerie. Accessed 16 Mar. 2025.

Related Contents

Anon. “Claude Dubois.” Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame, 28 Aug. 2018, www.cshf.ca/songwriter/claude-dubois/. Accessed 14 Mar. 2025.

Sautter-Léger, Serena. “Melodies of a Lifetime with Claude Dubois – the Tribune.” The Tribune, 9 Apr. 2024, www.thetribune.ca/a-e/ae-music/melodies-of-a-lifetime-with-claude-dubois-09042024/. Accessed 16 Mar. 2025.

Suggested Sources

[3a lyrics] Anon. “Claude Dubois – Chasse Galerie.” Genius, 2021, genius.com/Claude-dubois-chasse-galerie-lyrics. Accessed 16 Mar. 2025.

[3c English] Anon. “Claude Dubois – La Chasse-Galerie (English Translation).” Lyricstranslate.com, 2024, lyricstranslate.com/en/claude-dubois-la-chasse-galerie-english. Accessed 16 Mar. 2025.

[2b video] FYO PIX. “Claude DuBois: Le Blues Du Businessman (Extrait de L’opéra-Rock STARMANIA (Live à Paris) 1999.” YouTube, 20 Oct. 2012, www.youtube.com/watch?v=wq81bvTcDmA. Accessed 16 Mar. 2025.

[3b video] Papalouza. “Claude Dubois: Chasse-Galerie.” YouTube, 21 Nov. 2011, www.youtube.com/watch?v=xI58RasCJTw. Accessed 16 Mar. 2025.

[2a lyrics] Sing With Them. “Claude Dubois | Le Blues Du Businessman.” YouTube, 27 Apr. 2023, www.youtube.com/watch?v=4M6llRvR3bs. Accessed 16 Mar. 2025.

03/19/25

Le grand six pieds (1964)

Aux alentours du lac Saguay
Il était venu pour bûcher
Et pour les femmes
Il trimait comme un déchaîné
Pis l′samedi soir, allait giguer
Avec les femmes
Un Québécois comme y en a plus
Un grand six pieds, poilu en plus
Fier de son âme


Je suis de nationalité québécoise-française
Et ces billots, je les ai coupés
À la sueur de mes deux pieds
Dans la terre glaise
Et voulez-vous pas m'emmerder
Avec vos mesures à l′anglaise

Mais son patron, une tête anglaise
Une tête carrée entre parenthèses
Et malhonnête
Mesurait l'bois du grand six pieds
Rien qu'à l′oeil, un oeil fermé
Y était pas bête
Mais l′grand six pieds l'avait à l′oeil
Et lui préparait son cercueil
En épinette

Refrain

Puis un matin, dans les rondins
Il lui a gossé la moustache
À coups de hâche
On a fêté l′grand six pieds
Y avait d'la bière, du lard salé
Et puis des femmes
M'sieur l′curé voulut l′confesser
Mais l'grand six pieds lui a chanté
Sur sa guitare

Refrain

Author: Claude Pierre Gauthier

Lyrics source: MusixMatch

03/19/25

Heureux d’un printemps (1977)

Heureux d'un printemps qui me chauffe la couenne
Happy with a spring that warms my skin
Triste d'avoir manqué encore un hiver
Sad to have missed another winter
J'peux pas faire autrement, ça me fait de la peine
I can't do otherwise, it saddens me
On vit rien qu'au printemps; le printemps dure pas longtemps
We only live in spring; spring doesn't last long

[turlute]

Assis sur le bord de mon trou, j'me creuse la tête;
Sitting on the edge of my hole, I rack my brains;
J'pense au bonheur des gens, j'sais ben que ça va pas durer
I think about people's happiness, I know it won't last
Ça l'air que ça prend des sous pour faire la fête
It seems like it takes money to party
À qui appartient le beau temps l'hiver, l'été durant?
Who owns the good weather in winter, while it is summer?

[turlute]

L'été c'est tellement bon quand t'as la chance
Summer is so good when you have the chance
D'avoir assez d'argent pour voyager sans t'inquiéter
To have enough money to travel without worrying
Pour le fils d'un patron, c'est les vacances
For the boss's son it's vacation
Pour la fille du restaurant c'est les sueurs pis les clients
For the girl in the restaurant it's the sweats and the customers

[turlute]

On dit que l'hiver est blanc comme un nuage
They say that winter is white like a cloud
Mais ça évidemment, dans le chalet près du foyer
But that is obviously in the chalet near the fireplace
Dans l'fond c'est salissant au prix c'qui est l'chauffage
Basically it's dirty at the price at which heating is
Y a pas pire moment de l'année quand t'es prit pour d'endetter
There's no worse time of year when you're stuck in debt
[turlute]

Faut que je m'en retourne dans mon trou, creuser ma peine
I have to go back to my hole, dig out my pain
J'ai vu le surintendant, j'peux rien dire en attendant
I saw the superintendent, meanwhile I can't tell you anything
Le jour que ce sera nous qui feront la fête
The day when it will be us who will party
Imaginez le printemps quand l'hiver sera vraiment blanc
Imagine spring time when winter will be truly white

Singer-songwritter: Paul Piché

Lyrics source: Genius

Song type: Strophique (5×4)

Rhyming scheme: aabc, ddec, fgfc, hihi, jkjc

Metre: decameter and mixte

Francophone Songs in North America

Category Archives: 1948–1980

Clémence DesRochers

Fiddling In Canada

Québec Love (1969)

Le renard, le loup (1977)

La gigue à Mitchouano (1977)

La maudite machine (1972)

Le Labrador (1972)

Claude DuBois (1947-)

Le grand six pieds (1964)

Heureux d’un printemps (1977)