HexaBones, premier tribute à tAKIDA en France, se lance à Montpellier (34)
— annonce officielle le 23 septembre 2025
! Styles : Hard, Rock, Pop. Le projet (rock alternatif 🇸🇪🎸)
recrute un batteur et un bassiste : setlist déjà définie,
site web en ligne,
présence réseaux sociaux (@hexabonesofficiel sur TikTok/Instagram/Facebook).
Objectif : répétes régulières à Montpellier + concerts (bars rock, SMAC, festivals tribute).
Takida étant encore peu connu en France, nous avons une carte unique à jouer — avec en perspective l’enregistrement d’un EP et d’un double album tribute comme support ambassadeur.
Contact : contact@hexabones.fr ou DM sur Insta/TikTok : @hexabonesofficiel.
“If an idea does not at first seem absurd, then there is no hope it will ever become something.”
Hexabones is a name with many angles.
A nod to the Hexagon, this piece of land with familiar contours, sometimes battered, often passionate.
A discreet echo of Renaud, of those who sing loudly with simple words, to say what scratches under the skin, and what we would like to change without shouting.
And then, an even more discreet whisper, to all those forgotten at the bottom of staircases, stages, poorly designed streets.
Since 2005, the promise has been there… but the ramp is still missing.
I also like this six-sided wheel formed by the hexagon in balance:
you never know if it will move forward, backward… or crush your foot, just for fun.
A bit like us, with disability: you think you’re going straight ahead, and then BAM!
A 10 cm curb. There you go. Backwards again. Not because we lack motivation, no!
But because there’s… a bone. Literally. In the ground, in the system, everywhere.
Hexabones is music accessible to everyone, with everyone, thinking of those who are not heard enough.
No lessons. Just guitars. Stories. Flaws. And choruses that hit like evidence.
Through the Flames
the story of Gillou
Music is often said to have the power to heal—to transcend the limits of body and mind.
For me, that’s not just a poetic idea. It’s my reality.
In 1989, an accident left me a C5-C6 quadriplegic.
From that moment, many would have expected me to turn away from my dreams.
But instead of burning out, my passion for music ignited brighter than ever.
Karaoke nights, singing lessons, theater, comedy shows with
“Cha et Gillou se marrent" — each performance, each improvised moment,
felt like home. The stage became my natural element.
Where others saw limitations, I saw challenges.
Where some held back, I moved forward — driven by a force greater than me:
a love for music that refused to fade.
I’ve drawn strength from artists who dared to embrace vulnerability
like tAKIDA.
From every melody, I found the courage to push beyond the edge.
- To breathe.
- To sing.
- To feel.
- To fight.
Music isn’t just a passion anymore — it’s my declaration of existence.
