Description
One man alone on stage. Alone with… his cello, his carefully calculated clumsiness, his pantheon of singers… Alone with his wit, his Buster Keaton-like attitude and his deliciously lingering silences… The desire to share fills the room. Because subtlety, irony and self-mockery have no age. And that is why Tonycello touches us. He sings, falls over, doesn’t do politics… And he loves Limoges! In short, these are all universal things.
Between laughter, tenderness and poetry, the audience will be moved by the sound of Tonycello’s cello.