Song Of The Week.

By alison February 19, 2007 6 Comments 1 Min Read

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Non,  Je Ne Regrette Rien  by Edith Piaf.

Continuing with the French theme, mon cheres, this week I am thrilling your eardrums  with  a lovely bit of Edith, who did I think create the perfect music for ironing with- simply divine stuff for wailing along to as you tackle that gruesome pile of shirts and reaching a crescendo with as you crash down the iron for the very last time  before the policewoman of all things domestic gives you permission you to collapse into a heap with a glass of blueberry juice and a fig roll or twenty seven…

And the message? Well I’m hoping we don’t need Babelfish for anymore crazy translation this week: Brigitte was abandoning remorse last week and this week, clearly Darling little Edith  has no regrets…

Do these French Madames protest too loudly?? What is life if we haven’t got a few  Britney style, "Oops I got married last night and lordy now I’ve shaved my hair off!" moments to dwell on for the rest of our borne days??

Somebody give her a hug.

Go listen at MySpace…

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6 Comments

  1. Jennifer G says:

    Alison, your chronicles have given me a great deal of enjoyment this weekend. Thank you for sharing your experiences. The site is a visual treat. Best of luck to you as you rediscover yourself. Oh and your son? He is one of the world's cutest people.

  2. Cherished says:

    Aaah… Edith Piaff… the Sparrow. She would sing for her supper. A tiny, thin, waif of a girl. Oh, how her songs are borne from experiences. Her songs are real. They're believable. I KNEW this when I heard her, via my dear mam, at the ripe age of 10. I was fascinated by her and still am. Lovely to hear of another who appreciates a 'believable' artist.
    Yeah, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien,
    Love
    Cherished

  3. Cherished says:

    Aaah… Edith Piaff… the Sparrow. She would sing for her supper. A tiny, thin, waif of a girl. Oh, how her songs are borne from experiences. Her songs are real. They're believable. I KNEW this when I heard her, via my dear mam, at the ripe age of 10. I was fascinated by her and still am. Lovely to hear of another who appreciates a 'believable' artist.
    Yeah, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien,
    Love
    Cherished

  4. That is so strange! I had never heard of Edith Piaff before, but her name came up in a book I was reading, so, after looking her up on the internet I ordered a film biography of her from the library and it just came today. Now, I come to read your blog this evening and there she is again. Your My Space is the first time I have ever heard her voice. It's romantic and lovely, isn't it? I like her much better than Miss Bardot.
    God bless.
    Terri

  5. April Ames says:

    When I was living in Hollywood and getting a start myself in singing, I went alone to the Cresendo on Hollywood Blvd. to hear Edith Piaf sing. I shall never forget that frail little woman, dressed in black with the beautiful voice.

  6. April Ames says:

    When I was living in Hollywood and getting a start myself in singing, I went alone to the Cresendo on Hollywood Blvd. to hear Edith Piaf sing. I shall never forget that frail little woman, dressed in black with the beautiful voice.

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