Post by jim on Dec 24, 2012 7:28:57 GMT -5
Bazinga 9 :
Édith Piaf, Carnegie Hall ,NY ´54 ,"The Princess´dance" ,
Copyright Robin/Frost releases. , all rights reserved .
When i was a young child, i remember something happened which i should never forget .
I was in Nice ( South of France , a few KM`S from Monaco) , with my father and my brothers .
I guess my mum was in Germany , dont really know that for sure , ill ask her someday .Maybe .
However . The adventure began as i lost myself on the famous "Promenade des Anglais".
My father and my brothers were somewere on the promenade and it happened often that i took
a "walk" alone. But this time , it trow me straight in the arms of the love of many . But , in the end ,
i was the one . I just forgot it , thats all .
After a while , i came in front of the "Hôtel Negresco " .And the little man i was then decided to
enter.
Big . Very big .Alone the entrance hall was bigger than my school , at least that was my impression .
I was impressed , but as i was "Zorro" , nothing could really impress me . And as i was also "invisible" , nothing could happen to me . Nothing .
Nothing ...
She stood at the reception were she seem to have a hard discution with the guy behind the desk .
2 guys with sunglasses were standing beneath wairting. And then she saw me . Altough i was invisible. This was the proof that she must had magical forces...
Seriously :i was sooo cute , so lovely that it was only a question of time . Dont forget that i was a little child,
and even if i was sure that i was a "super-hero ", a simple smile of her was enough to cancel all my super-powers ...
-"My name is "Princess " And your name is ?"
"It not your business " , i answered , " and why do you speak so strange ?"
"And who are the two guys who follows you everywere ?"
( In reallity , i was somehow fascinated ... She spoke like fearies did in my imagination ,
but even a little boy like i was then knew that fearies does not exist . Now i know it better , but then i didnt believe
in fearies , guess i was to old for this ... )
Much more later , when i saw one for the first time , i remembered
that somebody once said that fearies wear boots . It was clear to me that she must had been something similar ...
But she only smiled , took me by the hand and said :
-"Come on , im sure youre thirsty ... Do you want an Orangina ?"
These words were magic , cause it was forbidden for us to drink something like coke or limonade in general ...
So i followed her and the 2 gorillas to the lift . She was not very nice to them , she almost shout :-" And put these silly glasses down , you fright the child !"
( No, no , i found it cool , i was not frightened at all... And anyway :i was almost sure that these guys were the "bodygards " of the princess...)
I remember that she took smiling a red straw out of a long glass and then she took , still smiling , an "orangina" out of a fridge ,
(and that did really impressed me , a fridge in the living room , whaao ...).
She said that she had to go for a short moment , she would let "Alfred" , (Dont remember his real name , so let us simply call him "Alfred"... ,
watch over me . And then she would try to find my father , but for this she should know my name ...
So she went away for a while and leaved me alone with "Alfred". But he rapidly get bored and went to the balcony . From there , you had the complete "Baie
des anges" to your feet , but Alfred seem not to be interrested. I guess it had something to do with the sunglasses .
After a while , someone was knocking on the door .
- " Come on , J-M , its me !" "please open!"
"No." , i said.
_" What?
"Show me first your white foot . You could be the woolf . My mum told me that i shall never open the door before ive seen the foot of the lamb under the door."
She said that i coud be happy to have such a clever Mum , but as she knew my name , she couldnt be the wolf ...
" My mum told me that the wolf would say this..." i said.
She rapidly understood that it was useless , i wouldnt open . ( i told you , i was a very cool little one , do you believe it now ?
- "Ok. Were is Alfred!?!"
(Seem that the princess slowly looses patience , hu,hu...),- The older Jim -
Just in the moment where i would say:
"Alfred is on the balcony smoking ,(and that would have for sure been the end of his job), He suddenly stood beside me
with a finger on his mouth ...Then he took a revolver from his jacket and whispered :
"Ok... Ill open the door now . If this is the wolf , ill shot. But if this is the princess , not a word about the
balcony . Ok?"
I put my finger to my mouth and whispered:"Pssst... Not a word ..."
He opened , and it was somehow a deception for me as i saw the lightnings in the princess eyes in Alfred `s direction ,
which was a bit unfair , cause woolves are very fast !
She should be happy that he was coldblooded enough to avoid shooting her if he had held her for the woolf ...
Princess or not ,that was kind of unthankfull ...
But ok...
She entered and she told me that the police were looking for my father , i should not be afraid ...
Afraid ? No , for sure not . Even if i was a little boy , i could easyly imagine that my Dad wouldnt be very
happy to meet them ...
OK. I was sitting and drinking while she was on the phone trying to find my father .She asked me what we planned do today and how old
my brothers where .
I told her that we planned to make a picnic , and that the age of my brothers ...->
"Is not my business, i know..." She said smiling.
"Come with me, ill show you an almost perfect place for a picnic..."
I followed her , but i kept the ORANGINA in my hand , who knows... It was a strange place here , and even a "super-hero " like me must be very carefull ...
We went to the bathroom , where she began to draw something on the mirror with a very red lipstick .
( I never really understood why she didnt wrote it on a simple piece of paper , maybe that would have been to vulgar for a princess - That was my father`s " version"-,
but much more probable was that fearys shouldnt leave traces behind ...)
But ok .
She told me that this was a rather small but fine place for a picnic , she got there with a friend - wich i forgot the name from.Im pretty sure that she had mentioned it ,
but its such a long time ago...
So we went back to the living-room , and she asked me if i like music , but she didnt wait for me to answer and she put the arm from the turntable on a LP .
And began to dance. Now .And it was knockin on the door.
End of the first part.
La vie en rose :
Édith Piaf, Carnegie Hall ,NY ´54 ,"The Princess´dance" ,
Copyright Robin/Frost releases. , all rights reserved .
When i was a young child, i remember something happened which i should never forget .
I was in Nice ( South of France , a few KM`S from Monaco) , with my father and my brothers .
I guess my mum was in Germany , dont really know that for sure , ill ask her someday .Maybe .
However . The adventure began as i lost myself on the famous "Promenade des Anglais".
My father and my brothers were somewere on the promenade and it happened often that i took
a "walk" alone. But this time , it trow me straight in the arms of the love of many . But , in the end ,
i was the one . I just forgot it , thats all .
After a while , i came in front of the "Hôtel Negresco " .And the little man i was then decided to
enter.
Big . Very big .Alone the entrance hall was bigger than my school , at least that was my impression .
I was impressed , but as i was "Zorro" , nothing could really impress me . And as i was also "invisible" , nothing could happen to me . Nothing .
Nothing ...
She stood at the reception were she seem to have a hard discution with the guy behind the desk .
2 guys with sunglasses were standing beneath wairting. And then she saw me . Altough i was invisible. This was the proof that she must had magical forces...
Seriously :i was sooo cute , so lovely that it was only a question of time . Dont forget that i was a little child,
and even if i was sure that i was a "super-hero ", a simple smile of her was enough to cancel all my super-powers ...
-"My name is "Princess " And your name is ?"
"It not your business " , i answered , " and why do you speak so strange ?"
"And who are the two guys who follows you everywere ?"
( In reallity , i was somehow fascinated ... She spoke like fearies did in my imagination ,
but even a little boy like i was then knew that fearies does not exist . Now i know it better , but then i didnt believe
in fearies , guess i was to old for this ... )
Much more later , when i saw one for the first time , i remembered
that somebody once said that fearies wear boots . It was clear to me that she must had been something similar ...
But she only smiled , took me by the hand and said :
-"Come on , im sure youre thirsty ... Do you want an Orangina ?"
These words were magic , cause it was forbidden for us to drink something like coke or limonade in general ...
So i followed her and the 2 gorillas to the lift . She was not very nice to them , she almost shout :-" And put these silly glasses down , you fright the child !"
( No, no , i found it cool , i was not frightened at all... And anyway :i was almost sure that these guys were the "bodygards " of the princess...)
I remember that she took smiling a red straw out of a long glass and then she took , still smiling , an "orangina" out of a fridge ,
(and that did really impressed me , a fridge in the living room , whaao ...).
She said that she had to go for a short moment , she would let "Alfred" , (Dont remember his real name , so let us simply call him "Alfred"... ,
watch over me . And then she would try to find my father , but for this she should know my name ...
So she went away for a while and leaved me alone with "Alfred". But he rapidly get bored and went to the balcony . From there , you had the complete "Baie
des anges" to your feet , but Alfred seem not to be interrested. I guess it had something to do with the sunglasses .
After a while , someone was knocking on the door .
- " Come on , J-M , its me !" "please open!"
"No." , i said.
_" What?
"Show me first your white foot . You could be the woolf . My mum told me that i shall never open the door before ive seen the foot of the lamb under the door."
She said that i coud be happy to have such a clever Mum , but as she knew my name , she couldnt be the wolf ...
" My mum told me that the wolf would say this..." i said.
She rapidly understood that it was useless , i wouldnt open . ( i told you , i was a very cool little one , do you believe it now ?
- "Ok. Were is Alfred!?!"
(Seem that the princess slowly looses patience , hu,hu...),- The older Jim -
Just in the moment where i would say:
"Alfred is on the balcony smoking ,(and that would have for sure been the end of his job), He suddenly stood beside me
with a finger on his mouth ...Then he took a revolver from his jacket and whispered :
"Ok... Ill open the door now . If this is the wolf , ill shot. But if this is the princess , not a word about the
balcony . Ok?"
I put my finger to my mouth and whispered:"Pssst... Not a word ..."
He opened , and it was somehow a deception for me as i saw the lightnings in the princess eyes in Alfred `s direction ,
which was a bit unfair , cause woolves are very fast !
She should be happy that he was coldblooded enough to avoid shooting her if he had held her for the woolf ...
Princess or not ,that was kind of unthankfull ...
But ok...
She entered and she told me that the police were looking for my father , i should not be afraid ...
Afraid ? No , for sure not . Even if i was a little boy , i could easyly imagine that my Dad wouldnt be very
happy to meet them ...
OK. I was sitting and drinking while she was on the phone trying to find my father .She asked me what we planned do today and how old
my brothers where .
I told her that we planned to make a picnic , and that the age of my brothers ...->
"Is not my business, i know..." She said smiling.
"Come with me, ill show you an almost perfect place for a picnic..."
I followed her , but i kept the ORANGINA in my hand , who knows... It was a strange place here , and even a "super-hero " like me must be very carefull ...
We went to the bathroom , where she began to draw something on the mirror with a very red lipstick .
( I never really understood why she didnt wrote it on a simple piece of paper , maybe that would have been to vulgar for a princess - That was my father`s " version"-,
but much more probable was that fearys shouldnt leave traces behind ...)
But ok .
She told me that this was a rather small but fine place for a picnic , she got there with a friend - wich i forgot the name from.Im pretty sure that she had mentioned it ,
but its such a long time ago...
So we went back to the living-room , and she asked me if i like music , but she didnt wait for me to answer and she put the arm from the turntable on a LP .
And began to dance. Now .And it was knockin on the door.
End of the first part.
La vie en rose :