Monday, July 09, 2007

Edith Piaf ~ Non, je ne regrette rien

Beautiful woman, beautiful voice with a tragic life.

Her voice is so soulful it hurts to listen to her. It is hard to image that the painful words that flow tells about her life. I sobbed through Le Vie En Rose as the hours told of the highs and lows that was her life. How very sad. So gifted, but life and her genes played a nasty trick on her, like her father and her mother she was an alcoholic at an early age.

I have never questioned Piaf’s background but the early part of the movie mentioned that she was raised partially by her maternal grandmother Aicha. AHA! Aicha is the name of my grandmother’s sister and it sure as hell isn’t a French name. And Piaf’s features were the same as my mother-in-law’s and so many of my friends. And what do you know, the great French icon was half AlgerianJ who loved an Algerian man Marcel Cerdan – wait, did the French say he was French???

Give us back Piaf and while you’re at it give us back Zizou too. Keep the Chebs.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Edith Piaf wasn't known as a beautiful woman but rather as a bomb in bed. She had numerous lovers whom she used to leave one after the other
sometimes after launching them in the show business like Yves Montand.
Her pasion story with Marcel Cerdan has been subject to an analysis, the conclusion was: it wouln't have lasted more than with anyone before.
By the way Marcel Cerdan wasn't Algerian but Moroccan.