Edith Piaf lived a short, messy, glorious life as France's greatest popular singer. I visited her grave at the famous Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris.
This song was dedicated to the love of her life, the married boxer Marcel Cerdan, who died in a plane crash in October 1949, while flying to meet her in New York. Piaf and Cerdan's affair made international headlines, as Cerdan was the middleweight world champion and a legend in France in his own right.
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I remembered her name but not much else as she was before my time so I had to go look her up.
There is a train of thought that great creativity comes out of great tragedy. Perhaps that is so for she has a beautiful, haunting quality to her singing.
Cool. I used to have one of her LP's.
I enjoy those singers who threaten to knock over the mic stand when they get to the chorus.
Arthurstone,
It's called passion.
Piaf's life was a mess, but she put passion into her songs.
The Keith Richards of her time, only she didn't last as long.
Shaw typed:
'The Keith Richards of her time, only she didn't last as long.'
Sadly the Swiss hadn't perfected blood replacement therapy in her time.
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