I have a confession to make.
Yesterday I visited iTunes.
Can you say this my shit, this my shit?
Can you say, this shit is bananas, b-a-n-a-n-a-s?
Damn you, Jen-nifer [i just got where the nifer comes from, sheesh, just call me dumb and be done with it].
So, as if that wasn’t bad enough I then went on a search frenzy.
Cast your mind back to May 1988. I don’t know where you were, but the almost-fourteen year old me was in France with my school, staying with a French girl called Gwenaelle and enjoying my first real French kiss with a real French fifteen year old called David.
Gosh, tongues and everything.
There was a song in the French charts at the time. It played on the radio constantly. And, you know, this was my first French/serious boyfriend [I’d never used tongues before, I didn’t even know you could, and blimey, we held hands in front of everyone], so lyrics meant everything. It was just so perfect. As soon as I got home to England I raced to the record shop [I believe it may have been Our Price] and bought the single. I played it constantly. Oh, I was in love!
He wrote to me three times. I didn’t reply to the third letter and didn’t hear from him again until a year later when he wrote and told me that his best friend Pascal’s dad had died, and Pascal had always liked me, would I write to him.
I feel a little guilty about that now.
The song? I’d like it played at my wedding reception in the gosh elizabeth, that’s just so damn cheesy! category.
You have to remember that I was in the carefree stage that existed in that moment of time where I left my childhood behind and embraced the life of gothic-punk. It was a confusing few months in my teenage years.
I wasn’t expecting to find the track on iTunes. He was never popular over here [to my knowledge], but I’m guessing he was popular elsewhere. Maybe in a David Hasslehoff rocks in Germany and Eastern Europe kind of way. Finding him made me giggle. Finding a website dedicated to him made me giggle all the more. But what the heck, it had lyrics which meant that once downloaded I could now sing along to the track without stumbling over the words …
[i have obviously tried to redeem myself – travis, coldplay, the magic numbers and the white stripes all make up for gwen & glenn … i’m not that silly]
please God bless David and Pascal and Gwenaelle and Sophie and Sandrine in whatever they may be doing now xxx Elsabeth