
Hi y'all,
Thank you very much for all your kind felicitations. Here's a nice pic of my son Stijn, made in his first hour on the planet.
Fragile girls, Gainsbourgian guys. Ooh la la.


"It's so refreshing and different from the big belters", Blossom Dearie once said about Astrud Gilberto. A remark that could easily be about herself too: her very romantic, girlish voice is what they call 'an acquired taste' - on this blog, that is a big plus. Blossom (East Durham, 1928) is said to have been given her unusual first name after a neighbour brought peach blossoms to her house on the day she was born. She took piano lessons at an early age, was influenced by jazz-singers and -pianists and in her mid-twenties moved to New York to pursue a musical career. In 1952 she met Nicole Barclay, her husband Eddie owned Barclay Records, who suggested her to go to Paris. There she met Norman Granz, who signed her to Verve Records. My Gentleman Friend (with Kenny Burrell on guitar and Ray Brown on bass) is considered to be her best Verve-album. In Paris, she also fell for the language and recorded a few French songs. Her pronounciation isn't fluent, but if you like the way Claudine Longet sings in English, you must like Blossoms chansons. The original supper club singer still performs, as her website shows.
How impressive a year living in France can be, is illustrated by Les Fleurs de Fouxi. Munich-based actress and singer Fouxi went abroad for a year and came back with a big love for the French language. She decided that her music combined perfect with her low, husky voice when she sang in French.
The Songs That We Sing is the first single from 5:55, the highly anticipated (well, by me at least) new album by Charlotte Gainsbourg. After Fictions by Jane Birkin and the Mr. Gainsbourg Revisited-tribute, this is the third major Serge-related release this year. (Maybe Bambou will release an album too, eh?) Contrary to Charlotte For Ever, her first album, this time Charlotte only sings in English - although songtitle Jamais might suggest otherwise. Just like on Fictions, a string of big names collaborated with Charlotte: producer Nigel Godrich, J-B and Nicolas from Air, afrobeat-hero Tony Allen, Neil from Divine Comedy, Jarvis Cocker and even Beck's daddy. The result is tender, lush, with a few flaws (not every song is memorable) but all 'n all way better than her debut. (Sorry, I cannot post more songs, my 5:55 copy is heavily protected)
"The first thing you notice about Feist is her remarkably sultry voice. Sexy, coy and occasionally husky, her alto seduces listeners, instantly drawing them in like a siren’s call", says Askmen.com, and it's the truth. Canadian-born Feist used to be best known from her work with Broken Social Scene, but nowadays she's a star (well, sort of) in her own right, thanks to second album Let It Die. That album went gold in France - she calls Paris her second home. She duetted with Jane Birkin (on Rendez-vous) and Albin de la Simone, and more recently recorded a song especially for the soundtrack to Paris Je T'Aime, a collection of short films about the City of Light directed by (among others) Gus van Sant, Gérard Depardieu and Wes Craven that was shown at the recent Filmfestival in Cannes. 
It's Quatorze Juillet, festive fires are already up in France, so why not celebrate this sunny day with a hymn to love. Edith Piaf sang the original Hymne á L'Amour in 1949, and lots of artists covered the song, like Mireille Mathieu, Johnny Halliday en Delphine Mailland. Most recent cover was done by Clémentine on her just released new album, Lumière. Clé is an interesting singer, she's quite big in Japan, but relatively unknown in her home-country. I'm not even sure her albums are available in France. Lumière is mostly filled with bossa-nova tinged covers of standards (Moon River) and popsongs like The Beach Boys' godawful Kokomo,Little Green Bag by Dutch cheese-rocker George Baker (both produced by Marc Collin, of Nouvelle Vague-fame) and Time After Time by Cindy Lauper. With help from bossanova-stars Celso Fonseca and Roberto Menescal, the vibe's good. But her taste in covers could improve.
"D.a.p. est sensible au charme des actrices-chanteuses, de Jane Birkin à Anna Karina, ces femmes qui murmurent à votre oreille." Okay, you got my attention! This Paris-based sextet of movie buffs (they list soundtrackcomposers Philippe Sardier en Michel Colombier as influences, and make note of their favourite movies on their blog) see Gainsbourg and Vannier as personal heroes. A posting on Filles Sourires is mandatory then, and if you hear Emilie murmur in L'Apocalypse Bar, you must agree. All songs on their Myspace-site are downloadable, but Bar is the only one with Emilie on lead-vocals. Shame.
There are a lot of songs about self-pleasure (you want a list?), but there's always room for one more. Especially if sung by such a beautiful girl like Elisa Tovati. 5 Minutes Pour Moi Toute Seule is taken from her second album Je Ne Mache Pas Les Mots, that was released two months ago. Most of the songs on the album (about psychiatrists, eating disorders, lazy lovers and, as said, masturbation) were written by Vincent Baguian and Frederic Lo, but Elisa (she acted and modelled before) co-wrote two songs as well. One of them, Fin de Partie, namechecks Zinedine Zidane (Oh Zizou, why did it have to end this way?), and could be the theme-song to BBC-series Footballers Wives. Some WAG's, anyone?

On September 23, Serge Gainsbourg is finally coming to Amsterdam. In real life Gainsbarre never made it past Bruxelles (at least, when it came to playing live), but 15 years after his passing legendary Amsterdam stage Paradiso organises a hommage with help from biographer Sylvie Simmons (A Fistful of Gitanes is a must-read), Jean-Claude Vannier (the arranger and producer of Melody Nelson, see also here) and SG-fanatic Cor Gout, who will read from the freshly translated Jevgeni Sokolov-novel. There will be movies (Je t'aime Moi Non Plus, Charlotte Forever), there will be party (courtesy of Amsterdam Beat Club, ofcourse) and there will be yours truly behind the decks. More to follow.


In addition both to the Lio- and the, err, lice-picking postings below, here's Yelle. Her song Je veux te le voir is quite popular in the blogosphere at the moment, only under its original name Short Dick Cuizi. This Cuizi-character, of whom Yelle sings she wants to see him perform in a pornographic movie, is a member of TTC. Pitchfork wrote about this French futuristic hiphop-outfit: "Much like their successful compatriots, Daft Punk, TTC sound like they're having loads of laughs at our expense." Je veux te le voir just had it's official release; her agitated, chant-style singing reminds me a lot of Lio, but Peaches and Uffie are good references as well. The electro-music is produced by Grand Marnier, whose own work is worth a listen as well if you're into robot-style pop.
This post started off with a version of Serge's Elisa, send to me and sung by the wonderful Audrey Levy, she of Melody Nelson-blogfame. Yes, a part from hosting parties, discovering new bands and dj'ing, 'the French Holly Golightly' also sings. And very well, I might add. Elisa was recorded with Big Apple-based alt.rockers Die Romantik. But fear not, no whining guys over strumming guitars, it's a happy duet that's as upbeat as the original. The song (about a 40-year old guy who asks his 20-year old girlfriend to pick the lice from his head while he is, let's say, servicing her) is from 1969, and has been covered twice by Jane Birkin. For her Versions Jane-album, with a grunge-rock backing, and as a duet with Arno Hintjens. Julien Clerc did a overjoyed version for a live album, while the Pierre Alain Goualch-trio turned the song inside out for a very interesting jazz-take. In 1995, Vanessa Paradis and Gerard Depardieu starred in a movie that was named after, and inspired by the song.