My mom has always loved music. She loves to sing and whistle (and even hum). Ma is game, too. She’ll listen to rock n roll, soul music, funk, jazz, and her “classic music.” But she’s never been a big record-buyer. When I was growing up, she had some Judy Collins records and Simon and Garfunkel lps, and of course, her Jacques Brel albums. Oh, how she looooved Jacques Brel. And we had an Edith Piaf record, too.
Most French-speaking peoples of my mom’s generation revered Edith Piaf.
I always think of Edith Piaf–of my mom singing in French, of Nuke Laloosh mistaking Piaf for a “crazy Spanish singer” in “Bull Durham”–whenever I hear Rice Pilaf. Edith Pilaf?
Sounds good, tastes good. Sometimes the French know what they are doing…
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J'aime la musique du Jacques Brel.
a phrase directly lifted from my 8th? grade French textbook. How I remember this I have no idea.
Light, he wasn't....
Whenever I hear Piaf or even hear her name, I always flash on the opening lyrics of Van Morrison's amazing "St. Dominic's Preview."
"Chamois cleaning all the windows
singing songs about Edith Piaf's soul
and I hear blue strains of "No Regredior"
across the street from Cathedral Notre Dame"
believe it or not, i love rice pilaf! : )
my mom loves music too, lotsa styles, but doesn't collect it. i've bought her some cd's over the years, but they usually end up in my pop's collection.
at heart, ma's a rock 'n roll mom. and it's quite impressive, too. if she hears ac/dc on the radio, she knows all the words! if she hears badlands, she can tell you it's Jake E. Lee's band and he was Ozzy's guitarist after Randy Rhoads.
hilarious & amazing! : )
[4] But not rice cakes; you hate cake. I gotta hand it to you, you're far pickier about food than I am, and I'm well known among my film associates as a picky eater; the film catering companies are often very pleased when I say something even remotely nice about their spread, hah! Hey man, shoot me an email; I'm taking names... (I'll explain that when you email me >;)
Edith is a huge favorite of mine!
Back in my youth I listened to her all the time and doing so was one of the principle ways I learned and kept up my French.
In fact, I even went on a pilgrimage to an apartment she lived in during my first trip to Paris! A little old man met me at the door and told me "the museum" was closed but let me in after I told him I'd traveled all the way from New York!
He basically just played her music, told a few anecdotes (none of which I remember, sadly, since I wasn't fluent) and showed some memorabilia and artifacts.
One of the most memorable experiences of my life, especially since I used up like two of my five days in Paris just trying to track the place down!
Good times, thanks Diane!
Sorry, Alex!
(Why did I think you were Diane?)
[5] yes, no rice cakes! i do like rice krispies. but not rice krispies "treats". of course, NO marshmallows!
ya know, i'm not nearly as picky as i was when i was a kid. really, if it weren't for this feature at the banter, none of this would really ever come up. i actually eat plenty and eat pretty well, so i don't think about this stuff away from here, anymore.
basically, i don't eat red meat or seafood. there's a ton beyond that i do eat and generally don't have many problems going to restaurants and stuff...
[7] That was worth a chuckle... >;)