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.
I remembered her name but not much else as she was before my time so I had to go look her up.
ReplyDeleteThere 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.
ReplyDeleteI enjoy those singers who threaten to knock over the mic stand when they get to the chorus.
ReplyDeleteArthurstone,
ReplyDeleteIt'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:
ReplyDelete'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.