A resurgence of snow, an avalanche of work, & suddenly it's never been so appealing to curl up with some bitter coffee & a cosmic fuckton of accordion-backed French cynicism. Though I've recently purchased & am now making my way though his 2 CD collection, I've certainly been favoring my favorites—namely, "Amsterdam," which was later covered in English by David Bowie (via Scott Walker). Still, French-speaker or no, there's really nothing like watching sweat-drenched Brel belt to his last breath, shaking, adamant, through bugged eyes & crooked teeth.
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Monday, February 21, 2011
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