Trying to find something redeeming in the songs of Edith Piaf, and not having any luck. Hey, if you're into it, that's fine, but it doesn't suit me. In my mind's ear, I'd pictured her songs as being more smoky - something like Etta James' "At Last My Love Has Come Along." It's just French, and about as seductive as week-old broasted chicken. My libido literally crawled up into my pancreas upon first listen.
You know - that's twice that the French language has screwed me over. (The first time being, when it came time to select a foreign language to learn in high school, I chose French over Spanish - "It's a beautiful language," I thought to myself, "and the chicks would dig it! Plus, it's the second-most spoken language in the world, says my French-English dictionary from 1964! This will help me in future employment scenarios!" And guess what? It didn't help me one iota - in either circumstance. I blame the circonflex.)
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