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.
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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.
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
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
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
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.
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.