Tag Archives: Gilbert Becaud

π΅π‘’π‘™π‘”π‘–π‘Žπ‘› π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ πΉπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘β„Ž πΊπ‘’π‘›π‘–π‘’π‘ π‘’π‘ β€¦π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘…π‘œπ‘‘ π‘€π‘πΎπ‘’𝑒𝑛.

{Note: post revised in Draconian fashion, August 2019}

A contender for the most ΓΌber-bizarre, wackier than is possible, and brilliant performance, ever. Les Bonbons.

Belgian maestro Jacques Brel seemed to set new standards for utterly authentic, heartfelt intensity, every time he took the stage; he seemed possessed, magical. He also created some of the greatest songs of the last century. He served, lastly, as a huge influence to aspiring songwriters/performers…not least of all, Scott Walker. {I included Scott doing “Fils de” at post’s end} A true titan.

The 1st BΓ©caud one ever saw. Still amazing as hell.

Gilbert BΓ©caud. Monsieur 100,000 volts. A truly powerful performer, few {none}{Brel…??} could outdo The Creator. On above Seul, Gilbert gives an intimate, and increasingly euphoric—quite intensely so–reading, culminating in {playful} pianist-shoving and back-slapping, and finally, in blissful embrace, of himself. Monsieur 100,000 Volts was a marvel. Brel’s French twin.

*Incredibly* Intense.
Jacques Dutronc.
Claude François.
Mr. Rod McKuen.
Introduced by Johnny Cash.
McKuen! “Natalie”.
McKuen! “Come, Jeff”.
Scott Walker: “Sons Of” {Fils de}

Revised: Massively. 7/6/2019.

Titans of Belgian, French, and American Performers. Jacques Brel. Gilbert Bécaud. Jacques Dutronc. Claude François. And, of course: The Rod McKuen.