Charlotte Cardin, Kaytranada to be honoured at francophone SOCAN gala
Gala SOCAN says a glitzy bash set for May 4 in Montreal will present songwriting awards to Cardin and her writing partner Jason Brando, as well as producers Banx & Ranx, while Kaytranada is in line for the International Achievement Award.
WATCH | The official music video for Kaytranada's track Witchy feat. Childish Gambino:
Séguin will be inducted into the Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame for "his immense contribution to 'la chanson québécoise,'" while songwriter Diane Juster is getting the Lifetime Achievement Award.
The White Lotus composer Cristobal Tapia de Veer will receive the award for screen composer of the year, and rap group Muzion will get the award for cultural impact for its anthem La vi ti nèg, the first hip-hop song to get this prize in the gala's 34-year history.
More than 100 trophies in 29 categories will be awarded for achievements over the past two years.
The gala is the francophone equivalent of the SOCAN Awards, set for later this fall in Toronto to honour music creators and publishers working primarily in English.
Other categories presented May 4 will celebrate genres including country, electronic, hip-hop, jazz and R&B.
Special achievement award winners will receive "The SOCAN" — a trophy that is also a musical instrument made up of five tuned metal disks known as crotales.
In this edition, the crotales will be tuned to play the first five notes of Muzion's La vi ti nèg melody.
WATCH | The official video for La vi ti nèg by Muzion:
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