I was always going to love Françoise Hardy. She’s beautiful and French and her music has appeared amongst Wes Anderson’s best work. I want her to draw me like one of her French boys.
There’s a lot to be said for music from 60 years ago to which you don’t have a pre-existing relationship and love with a sense of family or nostalgia. As soon as I put her 1962 debut on, it was always going to be right. There’s a euro melancholy and a beauty to the richness of her voice that’s absolutely a bit of me.
Even with my high school understanding of French, there is so much to enjoy in the playful lyrics and flower power era instrumentation.
I’ve also found out that Hardy is still with us and somehow survived lymphatic cancer and being in a coma to then make a full recovery. I hope she is well and happy.