When people talk about a “French touch”, they should ask themselves “but how did it happen, when did it start?”… How could the country of Mireille Matthieu and Edith Piaf become so cool, so good…
This was during the summer of 1980 the course of my life completly changed. I was not 15 yet, but that year I came out at school, in front of all the others. I lost weight also.
That summer, I spent almost 1 or 2 months in western France, in a prefecture called Sarte, in my grandfather’s house. I could play with my cousins, especially one, Daniel, I kind of fancied very much. He was sweet, gentle, and very different from his brothers. He was always on his bike and I loved spending time with him going very far. It was not a real crush, just admiration for his freedom. I would be so happy to see him again, it has been so long since then.
Anyway, most of the time I was on my own, riding as far as possible on my bicycle, sometimes more than 20 kilometers. At home, I started to listen Radio 7, a younger style of radio : at that time, radios were only state radios, in France. I used to listen to Clementine which voice I loved so much. Sometimes, I switched to France Inter where a strange presentator used to make me laugh, Kriss Grafitti. That summer, I discovered Blondie. I knew her before, but this summer especially became my Blondie Summer. Even now, something reminds, a special feeling for a singer who could be so rock and roll and so classy, so chic.
L’année de mes 18 ans… Souvenir du Broad, un couple qui dansait toujours sur cette chanson. L’un, un peu grand, un peu rond, les cheveux un peu longs devant, brun, la peau claire, très français. L’autre, plus petit, le teint mat, plus latin, parfois torse nu. J’écris couple mais je n’en sais rien. Ils étaient heureux et toujours, quand je pense à cette époque, je pense au bonheur sur leur visage. C’était encore avant, mais c’était déjà pendant.
on voulait pas trop ressembler à ces bandes de ringards les yeux défoncés par le shit, les cheveux passés au patchouli qui prétendaient avoir tout vécu, tout vu, tout compris, qui nous servaient de profs
I have never been a big fan of Roxy Music, I was too young for that, I mean, they were already in their 30’s when I started to listen to pop music.
My friend Frederique had one of their record, Flesh and blood, but we never listened to it together.
1983. I listened to it for the first when I was 17 in a very unusual place, in good company, he was so sweet. This is the story I am working on now, and it is so funny to mix memories all together with my imagination to rebuild a past as it could have been, listening to this song as a soundtrack.
I can eat as many madeleine as posible, none of them will never bring back memories, but music…
Christmas 1981, I was 16. My mother’s friend Donata had given me 50 francs so I could buy me a present. What should I buy, I thought. We were in Belleville at Donata’s appartment, so I walked along rue du Faubourg du Temple and rue du Temple to Beaubourg where I spent some time to listen to some records. I listened to Spear of Destiny. The next album was Faith. And this is how I listened to one of my favourite pop album ever.
/ Maria / Freddie
I started listening to this kind of music in 1981, when I was 15/16. In my city, called Bondy, in my neighbourhood, I was the only one I guess and openly gay. Many people were thinking I was weird, I knew that, but I didn’t care. This is how I met my friends, those who stay close to me despite the distance… Mainstream music at that time was soooo boring, between charts and “baba cool nostalgy”. I parties, I lernt to share my time with my alter-ego, the funk guy. It was a lot of fun because usualy the both of us were not really invited but used to do the DJ.