Standout Song of the Week: “Bonsoir” by Sarah Maison

Written by Sarah Maison | Produced by Steve Surmely | Released via Capitane Records

As I search through the flood of new releases—hundreds upon hundreds of tracks posted online each week—I find myself sifting through a digital haystack of songs that, frankly, often feel lifeless. So many sound rushed, heartless, flat, as though churned out by a conveyor belt rather than composed from a place of emotion or intention. But just when my ears begin to dull, I strike gold. A gem emerges.

Sarah Maison’s “Bonsoir” is that gem.

This track stopped me in my scroll. Not with noise, but with restraint. With beauty. With a sound that made me wonder: Is this a voice I missed from the 60s or 70s? It carries all the vintage charm of a forgotten French classic, yet breathes with the intimacy and clarity of the present.

The production—handled masterfully by Steve Surmely has helped make this into a subtle but genius song. The balance between guitar and voice is perfect. No accident, and not always easy to achieve. In “Bonsoir,” two simple elements—Maison’s voice and a lone guitar—are placed in such delicate alignment, it feels like they’ve known each other forever. The mix captures the tenderness and holds space for all the reality and emotion which you cannot help but feel, I mean, this is a song sung from real heart experience, it's so obvious to me. The song drifts like a breeze through the memory of past school years to now.

It’s cinematic yet someone's life and so real. Effortless. The kind of track that slips into your playlist like a favorite film you can return to over and over. There’s no overproduction, no artificial sparkle—just sincerity, space, and soul.

Press play and let your ears be the judge
Congratulations to Sarah Maison, Steve Surmely, and the Capitane Records team. And congratulations to you—for finding and enjoying a song that actually means something.

Sometimes just stripping things to basics is all we need. 

Tourné devant le Musée de l'Immigration (Paris) pendant le marathon de Paris.

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Bonsoir

Ecrit, composé, arrangé, joué par Sarah Maison

sauf

Basse Camille Frillex

Rec & mix Steve Surmely au Studio Pipo 

Mastering Mathieu Bameulle (SB Mastering)

Paroles 

Dans la cour d'école, déjà

On nous pointait du doigt

Trop ceci et pas assez ça

On grandit dans des boîtes 

Trop petites pour soi

Refrain

Je disais à plus tard à une partie de moi

Que j'aimerais revoir

Je disais au revoir

Mais sait-on jamais 

Quand revient l'enfant caché dans le noir 

Au fond du jardin, là-bas

On t'insultait pour rien

Trop de gêne que tu n'en parla point

Cette peine, depuis s'est accrochée à toi

Refrain

Tu disais à plus tard

A une partie de toi que tu aimerais revoir

Tu disais au revoir

Au revoir

Mais sait-on jamais quand renaît l'espoir

Quand tout est noir

Quand tout est noir

Quand tout est noir

Aujourd'hui quand on te voit

On te dit "quelle force tu as"

Mais dans ton coeur se trouve une boîte

Dont l'ampleur te donne le vertige quelques fois

Tu peux dire "Bonsoir"

A cette partie de toi

Quelle joie de la revoir

Tu peux dire "Bonsoir"

Car la reconnaître

C'est déjà la voir

Lyrics (English in basic Translation):

In the schoolyard, already

They were pointing fingers at us

Too much of this, not enough of that

We grow up in boxes

Too small for who we are

Chorus:

I said “see you later” to a part of me

That I’d love to see again

I said goodbye

But who’s to say

When the child hidden in the dark might return

At the far end of the garden

They insulted you for nothing

Too much shame for you to speak of it

That pain has clung to you ever since

Chorus:

You said “see you later”

To a part of you you’d love to see again

You said goodbye

Goodbye

But who’s to say when hope is reborn

When everything is dark

When everything is dark

When everything is dark

These days when people see you

They say “what strength you have”

But in your heart, there is a box

So vast, it makes you dizzy sometimes

Now you can say “Good evening”

To that part of you

What a joy it is to see it again

You can say “Good evening”

Because to recognize it

Is already to see it