Musique Mardi: Irma & Gad

Revisiting my old Musique Mardi series to share this sweet little jam session of Parisian musician Irma with my favorite French comedian Gad Elmaleh (seriously, I love Gad) doing a rendition of Isn't She Lovely. *happy sigh*

Musique Mardi: くじら12号

The summer I turned 19, I was obsessed with all things j-pop. My days were spent poring over magazines from the Japanese market and dreaming of Harajuku shopping excursions, watching videos of Long Vacation (if you haven't seen it, follow the link -- I promise you'll be hooked {it has English subtitles}), and listening to my Judy and Mary cd over and over (and over) again.
くじら12号 (Whale no.12) is my favorite track off the album because of the imagery of the lyrics -- it's like listening to a punk bedtime story.
A few of the best (nonsensical) lines:

With imitation diamonds

I want a love affair made up of lies

My lover will be kidnapped

Let's rescue him from the monster's castle

The golden-colored travellers are waiting

Let's hurry into the fairytale

Once the sun wakes up

Let's take that boat

Cuddling, swimming through the melting snow like whales

At the end of the sky that no one yet knows

Is probably a blindingly bright glass door

I want to feel the spine-tingling kick of a dolphin

*Coming later this week: a post about summertime in Japan!

Musique Mardi*: 27 Jennifers

*The formerly awkwardly-named Musical Interlude Tuesday will henceforth be referred to as Musique Mardi. What with the introduction of yesterday's L'Atelier Lundi I may be painting myself into a corner where every post must have an alliterative title (in French no less), but let's just go with it for now.
This week's selection is Mike Doughty's 27 Jennifers. The video creeps me out, but oh are the lyrics ever lovely. I mean, this is poetry:

 It’s the sweet shine of,
Yeah, force of divine love
The blessed arrival of you

You might be the one that I’ve been seeking for
You might be the strange delightful
You might be the girly who shall end all girls
You might be the sweet unspiteful

 The strange delightful indeed. I have been a fan since his Soul Coughing days, but whereas those were albums better suited for my strung-out on coffee late-nights in the art studio college era, his more recent solo work is melodic and layered and joyful and a good friend on contemplative rainy summer nights.