01/15/2006: "Mais Oui!"

Hands Across the Whirl, Parishioners!

The Parish is not bound by physical space

nor, perhaps, by Time...


Brother B has sent an epistle!


First of all, let's put this in context -

this all began with a post from Gail of {openbrackets} legendosity (read the comments)

and led to this previous post:
Why We Celebrate Bastille Day in Oz



Again, read the comments - go read all this.


Now read on:


more SALVATION below

So I'm on an overnight stay in Gay Paree, and I turn on the TV.
Paris Premier channel. It's one of those typical French four-hour chatathons,
where cool people act cool and smoke with their backs to an audience of
not-so-cool people who are probably prevented from smoking by strict
safety codes at the studio.

We, the viewers, are, of course, not part of this audience. And we would be free to smoke 'em if we had 'em (and if I smoked, and if I wasn't in a non-smoking hotel room with similar ordinances).

Anyway, who do you think is on this show, being cool and smoking?
Why it's none other than Serge Gainsbourg! He's smoking. He's cool. He's
talking French. He's alive. He's smoking. No wonder he died...



And who's that next to him? Beatrice Dalle? Of course, who else would
it be? Are those her real teeth? God bless the French - better than
the Poms at everything. Amis had his fixed and he wasn't even on TV.
Class.



So Serge and the host (who's smoking, but doesn't look cool) are yarning
and yukking, and Beatrice is sitting there smoking and looking at Serge
and occasionally showing those black and yellow teeth, and wondering the
same thing that we are: Why?

Then he makes a joke and turns to her and smiles. And we all know the
answer: Because He Can. Could. He's dead now.

Then we have a short musical interlude. The Timminses, Sweet Jane.

Smoky, but not smoking. Perfect.

After that there's a quick game of 'name that tune', with a DJ dressed
in NATO officer garb and spinning the vinyl. Naturally, Serge gets them
all, apart from the couple of easy ones that, ever the gentleman, he
leaves for B.

Suddenly I realise that it's the voice-over of David Byrne's list in The Knee
Plays.

I turn it off before they start playing charades and break the spell, and I
drift off to sleep with a smile on my lips.

Bless You, Brother B!

*** UPDATE - many many versions of Sweet Jane now available up there with them Timminses

lerevdr on Sun 15-Jan-2006 @ 19:57 e.s.t [click here for more SALVATION]
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