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Je suis une Francophile. It started in my first grade classroom, where Mrs. Carr had French phrases posted up around the classroom. I took years of French in middle- and high-school, but, like most American teenagers, never really got further than asking where la bibliotheque was. My crowning achievement was singing "On My Own" from Les Miserables in its original French in 11th grade. And I love cheese.
But, hey, Sixty Million Frenchmen Can't Be Wrong.
And now, I love all manner of French music. Jacques Brel and other cabaret-style singers? Yes, sign me up. Edith Piaf? Oh yeah. Les Nubians? Mm-hmm. I own an album by the first lady of France, former model Carla Bruni, and I'm not embarrassed by it.
In that vein, running through my head today is "Ce Jeu" by French band Yelle.
I have no idea what the lyrics to this song mean. My translation class in grad school might have helped me read about Victor Hugo's impressions of the theatre, but it did nothing for my understanding of pop lyrics.
A couple of years ago, Jake was watching MTV for some reason. (Really, I don't know why. I'm not casting aspersions on MTV, he just doesn't watch it.) Maybe he was flipping through channels; I don't know. In any case, I was in another room. He called me in with a "Hey, you love this, right?"
And I did.
On screen, there was the most 1980s-esque video I'd seen in a long time, with a cute girl rapping(-ish) in French. There was whistling. There were handclaps. There were crazy costumes just before the advent of Lady Gaga. I was hooked.
To be fair, I don't actually know if this is considered "stupid entertainment" in France. For all I know, Yelle is lauded like Lady Gaga. But by the pure fact that it's pop and 80s-inspired, with a white woman rapping(-ish) in French, I'm including it here.
It doesn't matter in the least that I don't know the words. The super-catchy tune still sticks in my head, in le foot-tapping fashion de les Francaises. And I wouldn't want it any other way.
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