This video was shot when the movie came out and shows her rehearsing her dance moves in front of her tv. Adorable I say.
How could you not love a song that says both ‘Bang’ and ‘Pop’? Immediately one after the other?
As much as I love Louise Attaque’s first self-titled album, I think my favourite is their second. And as impossible as it is to pick a favourite from all the songs in ‘Comme on a dit’, if pressed I will say ‘La plume’.
Which features a little cork with eyes, arms and legs up to slightly confusing adventures which involve swimming around like a medusa and pushing a fellow cork on a swing. Let me know if you figure it out.
Their official site is here – and if you visit you will learn with dismay they are on hiatus again. Bum.
In 3 years of Paris-living, I had my fair share of jolly métro accordion players who stood right next to me and blasted a grating version of an Édith Piaf favourite right in my ear.
Why did I never bump into Noah and the Whale instead? Why!!
By the way, I’m all excited because in my first year of Paris-living, my apartment* was right near the Père Lachaise cemetery, where some of this amazing video (well, episode 2) was filmed. Let me count the ways I am nostalgic and happy right now.
*Apartment is probably a much too generous word to describe my dwelling. A subterranean teeny studio is probably more accurate (yep, I lived below ground in a 20th arrondissement basement. Infested with spiders. But that’s a story for another day).
Cliché ahead: I love Édith Piaf (but I hated the movie – a story for another time). For me her music speaks about life in a way that is unmatched: sometimes miserable/sweet/uplifting, a mixture of uncontrived emotions that go right through me and make me want to twirl.
I heard one of her songs on the radio two days ago by an English-speaking artist (her French was damn good with just the most lovely tinges of an accent): after some digging, I’m fairly positive I had my first run in with Martha Wainwright and her rendition of ‘Le Brun et le Blond’.
I am now obsessed and have ‘Sans fusils, Ni Souliers, À Paris‘ squarely in my sights. I couldn’t find the song I heard on youtube, so instead I will leave you with another beautiful classic she performed in London just last week. I dare you not to twirl.
As much as I am irritated by people using French words for effect (read here about my full indignation), I am so endeared when anyone speaks French with me (whatever their knowledge of it). I was all excited when I found these two covers of a cheesy but catchy song I remember from my childhood. Midnight Juggernauts and Vampire Weekend, you little cuties you.