Montréal, winter of 2005. Sunny Duval, is hiding in his rehearsal space with a few musical instruments, pencils, paper, tobacco, egg sandwiches and many cans of beer from dépanneur G.Lalime, and the Beast : an old 8-track machine he’ll use to capture the songs of his solitary project. Achigan ( small or large mouth bass, he who won’t give up without fighting, in Algonquian ), a rock’n’roll explosion conceived solo, nightly, in a basement painted blue grey and dirty. 15 pieces superglued to your ears for a long long while !

But who is Sunny ?

Born : 1972, East + North (America), in a relatively well-heated little house. Sagitator. Sage ? It. Tator.

Childhood : surrounded by cats and dogs, little Sunny likes to look at clouds, lying on the lawn, sleepy. Observes ants as they work on the pavement, in the backyard. The family spends the summer holidays traveling across the province of Québec. Ahhh ! mosquitos. And fishing, so boring to the kid that he is. But he does appreciate the scenery. The lakes. Camping. Swimming. The sea. He listens to his uncles playing Beatles songs on the piano. Spends hours looking at every detail on the album covers. During wintertime, he invents amazing tales for his Star Wars action figures ( he’s always Han Solo ) , with his best friend E. Fugère. Sunny discovers the joys of soft flesh with his neighbor Nathalie P. He also plays hockey ( he learnt to skate at 2 ). Doesn’t score very often. But he is a straight-A student ! Until…

Teens : …he meets the guitar ! From that day on, his grades will slowly keep going down. By ear, he manages to figure out the solo on “We’re not gonna take it”, on his mom’s orange classical guitar. That Christmas, Papa brings him his 1st electrified stringed instrument. In exchange for a whole box of LEGO blocks, an uncle gives him his 1st little tube amp, branded “Paul” ( used to record Luc’s guitar on Les Breastfeeders’ debut album ). He also gets himself a distortion pedal he still uses today ! He learns to play by listening to heavy metal. Then come blues, ‘60s and ‘70s music. School gets boring. He gets his first gig towards the end of secondary school ( at age 16 ), in a musical put together by his and the girls’ private schools. Encounters Isabelle, for a 2 month-long teenage love. Sunny leaves her, breaking the 1st of an unfortunately long chain of hearts. Wouldn’t mind having his heart trampled by Nathalie G., whose big curly hair and soft bosoms seem to call his name. But such an event never takes place.

18+ : after 2 years spent failing courses in electronics, Sunny decides to go where he belongs, and begins musical studies ( in jazz guitar ! the only option offered at his Cégep ) . Also gets his degree in partying. Learns his craft playing bars with his blues-rock band. He can sing ! He screams a lot too. He then decides to stop covering other people’s music. Sunny starts writing and composing with his new funk-rock band, a unit he’ll be  performing with for the next 10 years. 1995, he moves to Montréal. To be amongst his friends who already live in the city, but mostly to try and make a living out of performing in all of the town’s venues. He lives in an appartment for the 1st time. Every street corner is a whole new world to him. His band participates in a few contests, wins some. They get noticed. But no recording contract ahead. Sunny does record with his recent solo project, in which he is the singer and sole writer of the songs. Living in financial instability ever since he arrived in Montréal, he still has to find odd jobs from time to time to make it. But he doesn’t complain. That’s the path he chose. Besides, there’s always something to learn doing other types of work. His first job here only lasted one night : he was a dishwasher at El Zaziummm, a mexican restaurant. The manager fired him for being too slow ! Sunny was very grateful for being given his freedom back. He then found a job, and for 3 ½ years he did surveys over the phone ! Over the years, he was also a flyer-boy, truck driver, stage technician (roadie), extra, janitor of his favorite bar, caterer (he served the food), demolisher of a friend’s basement ( on a certain 9/11 ! ), trimmer of vines and weed in the eastern townships, …But the best job of all was as a columnist for a big Mtl newspaper, writing stories about his and friends’ life as freelancers / beer-sponge people. But his main thing remains music, even though he doesn’t want to be playing constantly. Sunny also played alongside a few artists he likes in the last 5 years, and will do so again in the future when interesting projects show up. But of all the events of his musical life, the birth of Les Breastfeeders in 1999 was the single most important one. At last, he feels at home with his new colorful friends, whom he met through bars they had in common. Together they explore the night, and play rock’n’roll, restless. The band’s eagerness to make it compensates for the total lack of money, and fuels their creativity. Being alleycats, they always manage to find new ways of survival. And so Bonsound is born, a team to channel this erratic group’s visions.

2005 : The adventure continues and Sunny, with almost no resources, puts together his own album, a witness of this everchanging and effervescing environment.

Likes

Sunburn. Barmaids. Broken public phones. Wearing out things. Peanuts. Root beer. Sleeping in. Black pepper. Falls. Hot wind. Double rums. Sand. Errors. Salty water. Little debts. To pet a cat on his steps or on the sidewalk at 5am. Back alleys. To watch ants at work. Clouds. Coincidences. Rock and/or Roll. Images. Inside. Outside. No dough. Leaves + wind. Bubbles. Road. Pencils. Notes. Night. Broken hearts. Naked.

Dislikes

Lotery. Tequila shots. Pills, bombs. Stolen rides ( leave my wheels alone ). Flies. Heights. Religions. Alarms. Clocks. Credit. Big cold $. Waste. Summer leaving.

Influences

Han Solo. J-S Larouche. Meg W. Charles B. Alain B. Serge G. Mickey R. (pre-surgery). Fardoche. Higelin. Buzzcocks. Cramps. NY Dolls. Vautours. B-52’s. Hunter S.T. A lot more. Maybe you.

Favorite colour

Too hard to decide.

Digit

None. No wait, 11.
Or 2. I don’t know.

Lifetime dream

To destroy Loto-Q.