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“Some singers belt and some singers murmur, but Serge Gainsbourg taught the world the value of heavy breathing. An icon of French debauchery in the ‘60s, the late Gainsbourg devoted a noble career to lounge lizard glitz. He couldn’t really sing, but he could both huff and puff and he cast a spell over pop music … Vive le sleaze.” / From the May 1997 issue of Details magazine / In Memoriam: Serge Gainsbourg (né Lucien Ginsburg, 2 April 1928 – 2 March 1991), the raffish and dissipated dirty mouth (and dirty mind) of Gallic popular culture, died on this day. Pictured: French pop’s Marquis de Sade as the world’s least likely cowboy.

[bitter69uk]

“Some singers belt and some singers murmur, but Serge Gainsbourg taught the world the value of heavy breathing. An icon of French debauchery in the ‘60s, the late Gainsbourg devoted a noble career to lounge lizard glitz. He couldn’t really sing, but he could both huff and puff and he cast a spell over pop music … Vive le sleaze.”

/ From the May 1997 issue of Details magazine /

Born on this day: suavely raffish and joli laid musical genius, dissipated 20th century Marquis de Sade of French popular culture once described by Vanity Fair as “the pungent flower of French manhood in all its Gallic glory”- Serge Gainsbourg (né Lucien Ginsburg, 2 April 1928 – 2 March 1991)! I pretty much love this man’s entire oeuvre, but especially his sublime early 1960s phase saturated in cool jazz and Latin exotica, like “L'eau à la bouche”, “La Javanaise” and “Les amours perdues.” (Plus, of course, his collaborations with Brigitte Bardot). Guzzle some vin rouge and chain-smoke Gitanes in Gainsbourg’s memory!

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