Spank The Ear!
Exploring the deep, dark and dingy recesses of the rue Saint-Denis the other night, I stumbled into none other than Sat: troublemaker, devil’s advocator, and lead singer of Flying Pooh, France’s premier indie rock band.
Exploring the deep, dark and dingy recesses of the rue Saint-Denis the other night, I stumbled into none other than Sat: troublemaker, devil’s advocator, and lead singer of Flying Pooh, France’s premier indie rock band.
I get absolutely, freak-all nothing about classical music—and even less about the piccolo. I’m sure those of you who appreciate the unique brand of “music” that is the piccolo will love Jean-Louis Beaumadier’s latest effort, Pastoral. Point being, I did not care much for the music in this concert [...]
Like The Artist, Intouchables is very American for a French flick. It has dialogue, for example. Plus, the dialogue isn’t some obscure, existential discourse symbolizing the relation of the royalty to the clergy in post-inquisition rural France—it’s about stuff normal people care about.
Better men than I will write more insightful articles than I ever could explaining the nooks and crannies of culture. Those erudite treatises, however, are so far over most people’s heads as to cause nosebleeds. I’m here to present Parisian culture in terms so basic that even a man could understand.
It’s hard to understand a culture if you don’t understand its humor. Michel Colucci, better known by his stage name 'Coluche', is a prime example of this because as a serious clown, he embodied the complexity of both French humor and French society as a whole.