la musique c’est fantastique
Bonjour mes Dearlings,
in honor of TODAY, which is obviously BASTILLE DAY, which is the greatest of all the holidays, as I am sure you well know, I have made for you a petite 4-song mix which you can download by clicking upon this link, and unzipping it: bastille day mix.
within you shall find the following:
1. edith piaf - non je ne regrette rien (in my measly unlearned opinion, THIS is the quintessential edith piaf song - it is epic and tragic and painful and powerful…she regrets NOTHING.)
2. jacques dutronc - les cactus (60’s french pop dude. Since i have amassed quite the collection of french pop, it was a challenge to choose just a few - dutronc is comparable to ray davies perhaps.)
3. plastic bertrand - ca plane pour moi (I love this song not only because it completely rocks out in a beach boys meet REM’s “End of the World” sort of way, but also because of its prominent placement in the National Lampoon’s European Vacation soundtrack).
4. marie laforet - toi mon amour, mon ami (more 60’s french pop - this song however transcends the genre.)
If you are not hosting (or attending) your very own bastille day celebration (as I do every year), here are your instructions for the remainder of today:
As you listen to the four songs above, do one (or all!) of the following:
- Buy butter, flour, eggs, salt, sugar and milk, make crepes and eat them.
- Get a tattoo of Gerard Depardieu… on your face.
- Replace your current clothing with a striped shirt, beret and a short neck scarf tied at the side. If possible, grow a thin mustache.
- Embroider the names of your enemies onto a blanket.
- Speak like zee french, be sure to pepper your phrasing with plenty of pauses and say “ehhh, how do you say..?”
- Form a bourgeoisie insurgency against the tyranny of the aristocracy.
AND anyway
HAPPY BASTILLE DAY TO ALL!

*Full credit to Bethany S. the artist.



in honor of bastille day, i am going about my business without pants. that is what sans cullottes means, oui?
OUI! it most certainly does. notice I left pants out of the clothing list above.
also,
please send photos.
Merci, Meredithe!
I totally thought about wearing my striped shirt today, which is tres French, but I spaced it. Merde.