Hey Nineteen

Gorgeous Juliette Wathieu is Mademoiselle Nineteen, the newest member of the Freaksville Records family to help make the world a little more poptastic. But wait a minute, you say, the art lover that you are, didn’t artist Charlotte Beaudry do a project called Mademoiselle Nineteen? Not only that, Julliette posed for Beaudry. See the very nice portraits here.
On this blog you can read all about Juliette, that she’s the brother of The Mash-singer Marc, that she’s on Youtube doing a Feist-cover, that genius songwriter Jacques Duvall wrote her first single together with Freaksville-head honcho Benjamin Schoos (aka Miam Monster Miam)… which of course means that a comparison to Lio isn’t that far off. In fact, Je ne vois que vous is on par with any of the best Lio singles out there. Just saying.

Mademoiselle Nineteen – Je ne vois que vous

Ollano

The very sensual Helena Noguerra (Lio’s sister!) was featured on Filles Sourires many, many times. But never with this video, or this song from the brilliant, yet overlooked Ollano album (= Marc Collin & Xavier Jamaux).

Ollano – Latitudes (English version)
Ollano – Latitudes (French version)

There is an Air-remix for this track too, here.

FS Rerun: Sophie Auster

Another repost of a great song that graced this blog over de past 5 years.

Yep, that’s her: Sophie Auster, the very good looking daughter of writer Paul Auster. He got his fame from novels like Oracle Night, and screenplays for the Brooklyn-hailing movies Blue in the Face and Smoke (William Hurt plays Auster). Her dad is convinced she’s hugely talented (she followed acting and singing lessons at Lee Strasberg Institute, and played in movies like She’s Loves Me) so her got her in contact with musicians of the band One Ring Zero, who set music to lyrics by Sophie, and poems by French poets – translated by Paul. Ambitious yes, but executed stylish. Fall 2005, the debut album by Sophie (titelless) was released. One poem was kept French, Le Pont Mirabeau by G. Appolinaire. French paper Libération wrote that Sophie’s adaptation was better than Leo Ferré’s. Sophie is working on a new album. Listen to new songs here.

Sophie Auster – Le Pont Mirabeau

FS Rerun: A Quiet Walk

Francois de Roubaix, film composer extraordinaire, drowned in November 1975 near the coast of Tenerife. Take a walk across the Cimétiere d’Arona, watch, and listen.

If you’re familiar with German language, you can also listen to the sonorous voice of Christian Gutowski telling the story of Francois de Roubaix, including a few excerpts from Roubaix’s works. I wrote this piece in May 2010 for MDR radio, Germany.

Francois de Roubaix & The Sea: A Love Story

FS Rerun: Joanna

Guuz probably recalls when I posted this first, maybe three or four years ago. Gee, Joanna. I’m still in love with her.

She had the looks of a Francoise Hardy with sex: Canadian born actress Joanna Shimkus, who appeared in only two handful of movies (after those, Sidney Poitier married her right from the spot). Robert Enrico’s classic Les Aventuriers (1967) made her immortal: a melancholy ménage a trois with her torn between Delon and Lino Ventura, the finest romantic triangle movie of them all, miles above and lots more fun than Truffaut’s Jules et Jim. The soundtrack is by composer wizard Francois de Roubaix, kind of a French Morricone of the 60s who scored most gallic noir movies of the time, an artist of pure genius who drowned near Tenerife in 1975. Joanna’s probably only recorded song is a tune from Les Aventuriers, but not in the (strictly instrumental scored) movie  – a wonderfully laid-back campfire version, simply irresistible.

Joanna Shimkus – Les Aventuriers

As for her only recorded song, I was wrong. Loin is a tender sweeper from Robert Enrico’s movie Tante Zita, provided then by an FS friend, and in Ces mots stupides Joanna teamed up with Sacha Distel (!) for the French version of Something Stupid, immortalized by Nancy Sinatra and her blue-eyed daddy in September 1967.

Joanna Shimkus – Loin

Joanna Shimkus & Sacha Distel – Ces mots stupides

FS Rerun: Mauve

I’ve had many crushes on female singers posted on this blog. Mauve was one of them. She vanished into thin air. Such a shame. The piece below was posted in 2006.

Chère Mauve,

No, your song A La Vie A La Mort is not in the Filles Sourires 15. Why? Because it is hors categorie. When I heard it the for the first time on your MySpace-site, I fell in love. Completely: butterflies in my belly, dreamy gaze, the urge to light up 100 candles, throw rosepetals on the floor and read Byron-poems. The works.
Your ultra-sexy, husky voice, the dramatic piano, the fuzzguitar, the slow, sultry rhythm: even when I try to describe it, it tingles everywhere. The short video that was made for the song, shows a gorgeous, doe-eyed girl in a white dress: a little girl lost. I’ve watched it probably 50 times – and still get annoyed when the film ends before the song ends. What happened? Ran out of tape? Did it become to emotional for you? Was the cameraman too hot ‘n bothered?
There’s a lot of questions regarding you. There not a scrap of biographical information, the only thing I know is that you’re living in Paris, and that you and a bunch of great musicians and even a better producer (is that him, the backing vocals on Boire a la Source?) made at least two wonderful, very filmic tracks. Very Air-working-with-Charlotte, Guy Chambers & Sophie Hunter or J-L Murat & Jenifer Charles. Among the things you love, stated on your MySpace-site, are artists like Scissor Sisters, Nico, Uffie, Joy Division, Satie, Tchaikowsky (you don’t say, with all those dramatic pianochords) and post pre-90’s Madonna. So: you like to dress up, boogie down and be moved to tears. But that’s about all I (we) get to know. Google draws blanks. You like to tease: almost every message you’ve send me, ends with sentences like ‘French kiss’, or ‘Je t’embrasse’. Makes the butterflies go nuts,I can tell you that. It took a while before I got the mp3’s of your songs, which I think you did on purpose: the hunt is better than the catch. So please, stay as mysterious as long as possible. But keep wowing me (us) with beautiful songs and beautiful pictures.

Mauve – A la vie a la mort
Mauve – Boire a la source

FS Rerun: Els & Daan

Many visitors wrote guestposts for FillesSourires, this one’s from Joachim from 2005:

The first time I heard this song was in the Belgian movie Meisje. I liked it a lot but somehow forgot about it. Until I heard it on the radio – on that moment I was sure I knew that song all of my life. Wrong! Belgian artist Daan (of Dead Man Ray-fame)made this track in 2002. You can find it on the bonus-cd of Bridge Burner (2003) and now on the excellent cd Cinema (2006).
E-zine Ultra wrote: ‘Once again I’m sure quite a few eighties electropop revivalists will be jealous of this catchy ànd classy single. Jamais Neutral is sophisticated lightweight pop-with-synthesizers which sounds as if Lio (or Vanessa Paradis or…) had been given a song by Gainsbourg and then produced by Telex. Quel craftsmanship! Incredible, too, how well Dottermans (one of Belgium’s top actresses) performs.’

Daan feat. Els Dottermans – Jamais Neutral

FS Rerun: L’autre Brigitte

Because of the 5th anniversary of this blog, we will re-run a few legendary postings:

The French adult cinema of the 70s was about carnal excess as well as about hedonism, politics, and libertinage. For a brief moment, especially in the key year 1978, movies like Perversion d’une jeune mariée or Je suis à prendre transcended smut and sleaze into an art form – particularly due to the spellbinding presence of the young Brigitte Lahaie who managed to fill even the lewdest scenes with a kind of radiant innocence.

Her only single, Caresse Tendresse, recorded in 1987 for the Clever label, regrettably doesn’t emanate quite the same sensual poetry and magic – Brigitte’s voice clearly wasn’t her strongest physical asset, and the song itself sounds like a dancefloor collaboration between the „Vu de l’extérieur“ Gainsbourg and a sedated church organist. So what? As for Brigitte, it was a labor of love anyway.

Bonus: The title track from the 1980 Lahaie movie „Secrets d’adolescentes“ (a.k.a. „Le Porno esperienze di Luca e Fanny“), a voluptuous soundscape by the great Roberto Pregadio that was also used in Franco Prosperi’s nunploitation shocker „La Settima Donna“. Ethereal moaning not by Brigitte, but by the similarly magnificent Edda Dell’Orso, better known for her teamworks with Ennio Morricone – the queen of wordless erotic vocals of Italian cinema.

Brigitte Lahaie – Caresse tendresse

Roberto Pregadio – Secrets d’adolescentes

In addition to our original post: Pregadio’s super-sleazoid reprise of his gorgeous theme, including a funk guitar with a porn star moustache.

Roberto Pregadio – La Settima Donna (Ripresa)

Trust Mesrine

Last year saw Jean-Francois Richet’s L’instinct de Mort, a gritty and classy gangster movie about Jacques Mesrine, France’s Public Enemy No. 1 in the Seventies. Music-wise, French Punk rockers Trust payed tribute to Mesrine with two songs on their meanwhile classic 1980 album Répression, an angry blast of antisocial attitude and Stooges drive: Instinct de mort reflects on Mesrine’s autobiography of the same title, and Le Mitard (The Dungeon) is based on a poem written by Mesrine in the maximum-security wing of Fleury Merogis prison. Today, Mesrine’s image has changed quite grotesquely; his autobiography was re-published in Flammarion’s Pop Culture program line (see right).

Trust – Le Mitard

Trust – Instinct de Mort

Eighth Wonder

Patsy Kensit rose to fame thanks to her Bardot-ish looks and movies like Absolute Beginners and Lethal Weapon 2. She sang with the band Eighth Wonder, started by her brother Jamie. They released two albums and a set of remixes, but none of those cd’s included the French version of hitsingle I’m Not Scared. The song was written and produced by The Pet Shop Boys (Gainsbourg-fans, they did their own version of Je t’aime…).The English version is very catchy, while J’ai pas peur (b-side to the vinyl-single of I’m Not Scared) is a sighing-feast. Like it should be.

Eighth Wonder – J’ai pas peur