I couldn't tell you how long it was since I last thought of Georges Moustaki, before
durham_rambler showed me his obituary in this morning's Guardian; but there was a time when I played his album Le Métèque constantly. Several of my year group, returning from our year in France, had discovered him independently, mostly this one record, melodic, romantic, melancholy, sometimes slightly silly (the title of this post is taken from what
durham_rambler refers to as "the dead postman song" - The young postman is dead/ He was only seventeen / He used to bring you my love letters / I love you as much as I used to / But now I can't say so any more...). It sat comfortably alongside Songs of Leonard Cohen.
And like those songs of Leonard Cohen, the songs of Georges Moustaki have stayed with me. I was surprised at how much I found on YouTube, how good it still sounds, and how familiar: Ma Solitude, Il est trop tard and Le Métèque himself.
I'll add one song that I didn't meet until later: Les amis de Georges, homage to Georges Brassens from a fan who admired him so much he adopted his name - and as infernal an earworm as classic Brassens.
The obituaries in the English language press are more excited about his relationship with Piaf, and that he wrote the lyrics of Milord for her. Le Monde has some more videos.
And like those songs of Leonard Cohen, the songs of Georges Moustaki have stayed with me. I was surprised at how much I found on YouTube, how good it still sounds, and how familiar: Ma Solitude, Il est trop tard and Le Métèque himself.
I'll add one song that I didn't meet until later: Les amis de Georges, homage to Georges Brassens from a fan who admired him so much he adopted his name - and as infernal an earworm as classic Brassens.
The obituaries in the English language press are more excited about his relationship with Piaf, and that he wrote the lyrics of Milord for her. Le Monde has some more videos.