La Folie

Just after buying (on Amazon.fr, thank fuck there isn't an Amazon.ie so we get to buy stuff at the cheap prices in France) an album by Benjamin Biolay and Chiara Mastroianni (no idea if she's related to the famous one) along with the box set of series one of Doctor Who for less in yo-yos than the price in English pounds of the box set from Amazon.co.ck Anyway, why would I buy such fey French acoustic pop? Have I no patriotism and cannot I get my fey whimsy from an Irish source? Well it's like this: on our honeymoon in Mexico we occasionally stayed in actual hotels, you know the things with plumbing in the rooms and TVs and it was rare there or anywhere that the music channels were not playing Shakira. You remember that Shakira video where she is being voyeured by the neighbour and she greases up in engine oil, pulls here trousers down so her hipbones are sticking out, lies down with her shoulders and feet on the ground and hips in the air, jiggling her scrawny butt across the floor humping nothing furiously, looking like she's going through sexual ecstasy and yodelling like a transgender Bulgarian weightlifter auditioning for "the Sound of Music: the muscle mary version"? Well that one pissed me off mightily because, well hearing her "it's a pity my breasts are small so you won't mistake them for a mountain/ it's lucky my ass is big. a like a my mama's" yodelling makes me cringe every time. I mean, if you're going to do porn Shakira just do fucking porn so I won't have to hear and see you when I go for coffee. Anyway, this video was such an antidote to Shiteera.



And if that was far too wimpy for you try this: the resemblance to a Serge duet is uncanny, with subtracted loucheness though. Je suis folle d'elle.