Friday, 21 November 2014

Stay With Me Edith

I had the unfortunate habit of leaving my phone….well, anywhere.  On my desk, beside the bed, in the car…..maybe it was something at the back of my brain telling me to just 'forget it'.  One morning I arrived at work to see my office door closed.  I thought it was really odd and almost went home just in case there was something creepy going on…..  Well, it turned out I had left my phone in my locked drawer, and my morning alarm had been sounding for hours....

Briiinnnnngggggg.......briiinnnnngggggg.

I’m sure it was really annoying to the other employees especially as I always seem to arrive later than everyone else, but it was a good demonstration of battery power!  Who knew these things could run that long?


That was before.  Now I have the BEST ringtone and I love getting calls.

Ringtones reveal a lot about one's interests and character.  This isn't necessarily information you really want to share with the entire city, but how often do you let your phone ring and ring in public?  Hardly ever, right?

Guess what my ringtone is….go on….guess.  CLOSE!  It’s Edith Piaf singing “La Foule”. Edith really belts this one out loud and clear.  I just love it.  It’s as clear as any CD, not tinny sounding at all.  Luckily for everyone around me I often just let it ring…..they get to hear Edith.  Over….and over….and over….. until the voice messaging kicks in.  And no,  "La Foule"  doesn't mean "The Fool" - it translates to "The Crowd".



There's something very comforting about having Edith with me all the time.  She reminds me that art, music, Paris and all the things I love are still there.

"Meeting regarding schedules at 10:00 AM Susan".  Fine.  Sing it Edith.
"We need 10 of xxx, and 15 of xxx.  Do you have them handy?"  Of course not.  Let's hear it Edith.
"Your dental appointment is tomorrow morning at 8:00 AM".  Great.  One more time Edith.

If I'm really getting stressed, I can call myself from another phone and she sings to me.  How great is that!?!

Michel Rivgauche's lyrics relate the chance meeting between the singer and a man in the middle of a dense and festive crowd. It's love at first sight, at least from the singer's part, who thanks the crowd for giving her this man. But, just as quickly as it brought them together, the crowd separates them and she never sees him again. "The crowd appears as a sort of demiurge (creator), like destiny, playing with the human beings who are helpless against the vagaries of chance.
Histoire de la chanson française et francophone", Ariela Sillam and Isabelle Taillandier

If you'd like to see Edith performing "La Foule" here is the link on You Tube.


Je revois la ville en fête et en délire
Suffoquant sous le soleil et sous la joie
Et j'entends dans la musique les cris, les rires
Qui éclatent et rebondissent autour de moi
Et perdue parmi ces gens qui me bousculent
Étourdie, désemparée, je reste là
Quand soudain, je me retourne, il se recule,
Et la foule vient me jeter entre ses bras.
Emportés par la foule qui nous traîne
Nous entraîne
Écrasés l'un contre l'autre
Nous ne formons qu'un seul corps
Et le flot sans effort
Nous pousse, enchaînés l'un et l'autre
Et nous laisse tous deux
Épanouis, enivrés et heureux.
Entraînés par la foule qui s'élance
Et qui danse Une folle farandole
Nos deux mains restent soudées
Et parfois soulevés
Nos deux corps enlacés s'envolent
Et retombent tous deux
Épanouis, enivrés et heureux
Et la joie éclaboussée par son sourire
Me transperce et rejaillit au fond de moi
Mais soudain je pousse un cri parmi les rires
Quand la foule vient l'arracher d'entre mes bras
Emportés par la foule qui nous traîne
Nous entraîne Nous éloigne l'un de l'autre
Je lutte et je me débats
Mais le son de sa voix
S'étouffe dans les rires des autres
Et je crie de douleur, de fureur et de rage
Et je pleure
Entraînée par la foule qui s'élance
Et qui danse Une folle farandole
Je suis emportée au loin
Et je crispe mes poings, maudissant la foule qui me vole
L'homme qu'elle m'avait donné
Et que je n'ai jamais retrouvé

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