Nacido el 10 de mayo de 1969 en Bois-Colombes, Francia, Christophe Lefriant, conocido artísticamente como Bob Sinclar, creció con una pasión innata por la música. Durante su juventud en París, el joven Chris estuvo rodeado de la influencia cultural y musical de la capital francesa, nutriéndose de una variedad de géneros que más tarde convergerían en su propio estilo singular.
Antes de convertirse en Bob Sinclar, Lefriant ya había probado suerte en el mundo de la música, tocando en diversos clubs parisinos desde los 18 años. Su amor por el funk, el hip-hop y el reggae fueron claros desde el principio, influencias que eventualmente definirían su sonido como DJ y productor.
En 1998, Chris Lefriant adoptó el alias de Bob Sinclar, inspirado por un personaje de la película francesa "Le Magnifique" de 1973. Este nuevo nombre no sólo representaba un punto de inflexión en su carrera, sino también el inicio de una era dorada para la música house en Europa y el mundo.
Bob Sinclar lanzó su primer álbum, "Paradise", en 1998. La producción fue bien recibida, en particular el sencillo "Gym Tonic", con su ritmo enérgico y pegajoso. Pronto, Sinclar se posicionó como una figura prominente en la escena house internacional.
En 2005, Bob Sinclar alcanzó el estrellato internacional con el lanzamiento de su álbum "Western Dream". Este disco contenía
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Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though you might hear laughin', spinnin',
swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky
with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.