His funeral was held on Friday in Paris. Alain Bashung died last week. He was sixty-one, a heavy smoker, and died, predictably, of lung cancer.
I wasn't a huge fan of his. But a few of his biggest hit songs are part of the repertoire of music that defines my first year in Paris, now over twenty-seven years ago. We have a couple of his albums from back then.
The television news reports covered his death of course. Friday's memorial service was held a couple blocks from where I lived back in 1981, at the church of Saint-Germain-des-Prés. He was buried in the Père-Lachaise cemetery.
I never saw Bashung sing live. I probably should have. He had another relatively big hit in 1991, and another just last year. He acted in more than a dozen films, none of which I can recall seeing.
But still, his death jarred me a bit. He was young, and his music conjures fond memories, at least for me.
J'ai dû rêver trop fort.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
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I didn't know of him, Walt, but I'm always interested in French singers of that era. Can you tell me the names of the albums that you have? Thanks.
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bettyann, the albums are called Roulette russe and Pizza.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Walt.
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