Day of the Dead

Last of the posts in honour of the day of the dead/All Souls Day. Thanks to all who contributed. I wanted to add Barbara’s bone-chilling Nantes, I think there’s nothing more devastating then to go visit your father for the last time, only to find out that he’s already buried. Instead, I want to end on a more upbeat note. Thomas Fersen, he who sings like he just got out of bed remembering the beautiful words he wrote last night, sang the very witty Monsieur on his Qu4tre album. It’s sung from the viewpoint of a major domo, who helps his perculiar master in his murderous spree. Serial killing never sounded so funny. But behold – there’s no happy end.

Thomas Fersen – Monsieur