The CLUAS Archive: 1998 - 2011

French Letter

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It’s a busy period for your CLUAS correspondents, away on dangerous assignments in exotic settings. Beijing Beat is undercover at the Olympics, subverting Chinese totalitarianism while checking out the women’s volleyball. Key Notes is backstage at Ireland’s music festivals, his Wonka-esque golden wristband granting him access to all manner of rock n’roll debauchery with people in skinny-fit jeans. And Sound Waves is surfing, an activity so hip it even makes Bundoran glamorous.
 
The CLUAS Paris correspondent returns to Ireland.However, your Paris correspondent (right) is slacking off as usual. We’re back in Ireland for a couple of weeks.
 
Since our last Irish tour, a lot of things have changed here. You’ve swapped a media-friendly prime minister for a dour, pudgy finance minister. You’ve fired a hysterically incompetent native-born football manager and replaced him with a sixty-something Italian. Ireland: are you England in disguise?
 
Also, the weather is terrible and everything is ferociously expensive and terrible value. But fair play to you all, you’ve accepted it well. Not one word of complaint have we heard from you.
 
Well, we really ought to have been covering the Interceltique Festival in Lorient. This year, Ireland is principally represented by The Chieftains and Moving Hearts. So, that should be enough Irish people there, with no need for us to tag along.

Last year’s Irish headliner was the forever-cool Sinead O’Connor. Here she is performing ‘Paddy’s Lament’, and giving plenty of love to France from Ireland:


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Research from France has found that the louder the music in a bar, the more you will drink.

The claim is made by Nicolas Gueguen, professor of behavioural science at the University of Bretagne-Sud in Brittany, in a paper entitled “Sound Level of Environmental Music and Drinking Behaviour: A Field Experiment with Beer Drinkers” which has been published in the journal “Alcoholism: Clinical & Experimental Research”.

Researchers visited two bars for three Saturday evenings in an unidentified city in the west of France. The subjects, 40 males aged between 18 and 25 years of age, were unaware that they were being observed.

For the purposes of consistency, the standard drink was a 25 cl. glass of draught beer (i.e. a half pint, the normal unit of beer consumption in France). Another criterium was the music being played: only current chart hits.

 

At random, and with the permission of the bar owners, the research team changed the sound levels between either 72 decibels, considered normal, or 88 decibels, considered loud. Each time, the researchers would observe one subject’s drinking patterns. After the observed subject left the bar, sound levels were again randomly selected and a new subject was chosen.

The results showed a link between loud music and the tendency of bar patrons to drink more and faster. At the normal decibel level, customers had an average of 2.6 drinks and took 14.5 minutes to finish each drink. However, when the music was loud, customers ordered an average of 3.4 drinks and took less than 11.5 minutes to finish each one.

Guéguen has two possible explanations for his team’s findings. "One, in agreement with previous research on music, food and drink, high sound levels may have caused higher arousal, which led the subjects to drink faster and to order more drinks," he says.

"Two, loud music may have had a negative effect on social interaction in the bar, so that patrons drank more because they talked less."

In other words, loud music gets you excited but stops you having a conversation, so you channel your energy into drinking. The results are consistent with findings of psychological manipulation in advertising and supermarket environments.

However, Professor Gueguen makes a more serious point. Over 70,000 a year die in France because of chronic alcohol consumption, and drinking is linked the majority of fatal car accidents. "We have shown that environmental music played in a bar is associated with an increase in drinking," he said. "We need to encourage bar owners to play music at more of a moderate level, and make consumers aware that loud music can influence their alcohol consumption."


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Back in the summer of 2006, when this blog was still an old-fashioned monthly column, we predicted world domination for Versailles band Phoenix (below right). They had just released their splendid third album, "It's Never Been Like That", and looked set to capitalise on the exposure they received from featuring on the soundtrack to Sofia Coppola's "Lost In Translation".

PhoenixAnd as singer Thomas Mars was going out with Coppola, there was a celebrity-gossip angle that was surely good for gaining mainstream attention.

Well, despite our enthusiasm and some glowing reviews in the UK and US music press, the album didn't break the charts. Still, Phoenix have built up a solid international fanbase from years of constant touring.

Time for some useful information:

Trivia (1): Phoenix formed to play as a session band for a remix of Air's "Kelly Watch The Stars".

Trivia (2): It was Mars, under the pseudonym of Gordon Tracks, who sang the vocals on Air's "Playground Love" from Coppola's screen adaptation of "The Virgin Suicides".

Trivia (3): Guitarist Laurent Brancowitz played with Thomas Bangalter and Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christos in a band called Darlin'. On their 1992 UK tour the band were dismissed by Melody Maker as "a bunch of daft punk". Wonder what ever happened to the other two lads?

Phoenix are currently in New York recording their as-yet-untitled fourth album, due for release in November. Before that, we can get a taster of what the new album will sound like. The band have contributed a new track to a promotional campaign for jewellers Cartier.

"Twenty-One One Zero" is quite different to the classic indie-popness of their last album. Opening with a Kraftwerk-esque loop, the track brings in an Eno-style ambient synth treatment, some pounding drums and a squally guitar. It all builds to an arena-friendly burst of energy.

Sound familiar? Well, we reckon it shares a lot with U2's "Where The Streets Have No Name". Are Phoenix planning to go all stadium-rock and turn a few dollars Stateside? Let's hope "Twenty-One One Zero", while diverting in its way, is just work in progress and they have some killer tunes in the bag.

You can check out the full five minutes-plus of "Twenty-One One Zero" on the special Cartier MySpace. As a preview, here's the first three minutes - and they don't even get to the track's two lines of lyrics. Hmmm:


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So you in Eire will get your first look at Sarko on Monday, as the president of France visits Dublin to ‘listen’ to your ‘views’ on the Lisbon treaty. Good luck with that.
 
(We remind you that the first Irish leader to encounter President Sarkozy was none other than Eoghan O’Neill, CLUAS gaffer, at a ceremony at the Arc de Triomphe. You can read the full story here.)
 
No doubt some of our more politically-active readers will be welcoming Sarkozy with a spot of May ’68 street-protesting. Well, enjoy your day out but be thankful that you’re protesting in Dublin and not Paris. Otherwise, you could be facing a stretch in a modern-day Bastille. We shall explain:
 
France has a piece of legislation on its statute books, the French Press Freedom Law of 1881, which outlaws insults to the President. The last known enforcement of this law was in the mid-‘60s, when a heckler was arrested for booing General de Gaulle as he drove along the Champs-Elysées in the Bastille Day parade.
 
Don’t go thinking, though, that Monsieur Bruni is any cooler about these things than the old-timers. While Interior Minister, just until his election as President, Sarkozy is believed to have initiated the prosecution of several hardcore French rappers for the violent anti-police and unpatriotic nature of their lyrics.
 
In one high-profile case during 2006 and early 2007, two French MPs of Sarkozy's UMP party brought charges of incitement to hatred and sexism against a rapper called Monsieur R, whose single 'FranSSe' featured a video with topless dancers (female, of course) in front of the national flag, and whose lyrics inferred that France was a 'salope' (slut). The twin capital S in the song's title reflects the track's comparison of France's governing class with the Nazi regime. Monsieur R also raps that he 'pisses on Napoleon and General de Gaulle'. The charges against Monsieur R were eventually thrown out of court. 
 
An anti-Sarko poster in ParisA French rapper called Poison is flirting with similar prosecution. He writes anti-president lyrics such as "anti-Sarko / anti-right / Nicolas don't you hear? / We're anti-you".
 
Poison’s producer, Mosey, may then be indicted as an accessory. (We picked up that phrase off the TV. It sounds impressive.) Mosey happens to be none other than – ta-dah! – Pierre Sarkozy, son of Nicolas.

It remains to be seen if young Sarkozy will face similar court action for helping those who aren't tugging the forelock to his old man. 

And don't go dissing the French national anthem either. As Interior Minister, Sarkozy also introduced a law which makes it an offence to disrespect 'La Marseillaise'. If it is playing and Jacques le Frenchman isn’t putting his back into it, technically he’s facing a penalty of €7,500 and six months in prison.

However, a subsequent ruling by France's constitutional council limits the law's application to official events and allows for an exemption in artistic or private circumstances. 

One final reminder: the French embassy on Ailesbury Road is French national territory. Now, anyone fancy scaling the wall, calling Sarko a “sale con” and singing ‘The Frog Princess’?


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Are you all enjoying work this Monday morning? Here in France today’s a public holiday – the national holiday, known to the English-speaking world as Bastille Day. (French people just call it “the fourteenth of July”.)
 
In Paris, celebrations begin with the morning’s military parade down the Champs-Elysées and conclude tonight with a giant free concert on the Champ de Mars, the park at the feet of the Eiffel Tower. That concert features the worst of French MOR blandness; bloodless singer-songers like Christophe Mae, Raphael and Rose who we’re not even going to link to here. The pièce de résistance is none other than James Blunt. Surely there’s a ceremonial guillotine available for the day that’s in it?
 
A concert to miss by miles, then. That said, it’s still a good idea to celebrate France’s national holiday with music. So, to help you party like it’s le quatorze juillet, we’ve made a Bastille Day playlist of French classics old and modern.
 
You’ll find the crème de la crème of great Gallic tunes that should have you dancing like young Parisians, i.e. very clumsily while leering sleazily and swearing in a faux-American accent. We’ve even planned for the way parties usually sub-divide into different groups for different rooms of your place. (If you live in a bedsit in Rathmines, then you’ll probably just be listening to Damien Rice. Alone.)
 
So, here’s what you’re doing tonight:
 
Dancing around the living room:
Hanging out in the kitchen:
 
Speaking softly in the bedroom:

Here's one of our favourites from that list. Serge Gainsbourg crooning like a tragic hero, Jane Birkin spinning like a groovy chick and pop's greatest bass intro... it's the fantastic video for 'Ballade De Melody Nelson'. Bonne fête!


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July 14 may well be the birthday of modern France, but modern French people prefer to celebrate July 12. Ten years ago today, the French football team won the World Cup, beating Brazil 3-0 in the final in Paris.

Robert Pires, Bixente Lizarazu and Zinedine Zidane celebrate with the World CupEven for non-football fans, this date now carries enormous emotional weight. The French side that night was a multicoloured mix of black, white and north African origins - an accurate cross-section of French society. Jean-Marie Le Pen, leader of the extreme-right Front National, had bemoaned the excess of non-white players in the French squad - completely misjudging the mood of the moment. There were optimistic hopes that the exploits of Zizou and co. would slay the beast of French racism.

This optimism was cruelly shattered in 2002. In that year's presidential election, five million French people voted for Le Pen and put him into the second round run-off against Jacques Chirac. As for les bleus, their World Cup defence was a disaster and they came home from South Korea after the first round.

Tonight at the Stade de France, scene of that famous victory a decade ago, the 1998 squad will play against an international selection managed by Arsène Wenger and Hristo Stoitchkov.

For French people, one piece of music evokes those dizzy heights of le douze juillet. Yes, football fans here get all misty-eyed whenever they hear that old disco classic, "I Will Survive".

Why has a feminist anthem from the 1970s become the theme to France's 1998 World Cup win? Well, anyone who's ever attended a French international rugby match will have heard a brass band in the crowd, playing 'La Marseillaise' and other motivational tunes. During the 1998 World Cup in France, these sports-loving musicians took to playing the trumpet refrain from a 1995 cover of Gloria Gaynor's hit, by the Hermes House Band. The French trumpeteers would throw in a few "Olé!" flourishes and break into a can-can rhythm, all to entertain the crowds.

It caught on, and soon French fans were singing along in "la-la-la" style and repeating that one line all through the night. By the time Didier Deschamps lifted the trophy, that single line embodied the joy and celebration of a nation.

Even today, if you find yourself at a French party or campsite and you wish to break the ice, just start singing the trumpet break to "I Will Survive". Here's the Hermes House Band version that captured the imagination of all France:


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The big French music release of the moment is ‘Comme Si De Rien N’était’ (‘As If Nothing Happened’), the third record by Carla Bruni (below).

Carla BruniHer first release, 2003’s ‘Quelqu’un M’a Dit’ (‘Somebody Told Me’) was a surprise hit in France and beyond, selling two million copies worldwide. Bruni’s husky whisper and delicate ballads won many favourable reviews. For instance, we recall that CLUAS praised it as a “subtle, charming record”. (This is no difficult feat of memory; your present correspondent wrote that review.)

The 2006 follow-up, ‘No Promises’, fared less well. Musical versions of works by some of world literature’s most celebrated poets, including W.B. Yeats and Emily Dickinson, the songs were formulaic rehashes of Bruni’s successful style.

Since then, Bruni has kept a hermit-like low profile, avoiding all publicity and carefully keeping her private affairs out of the media spotlight. We can’t remember hearing her name at all in the last year.

Oh, apart from marrying the President of France.

Bruni (she’s using her own name for her album) insists that most of the tracks on her album were written before she had even met Nicolas Sarkozy. This hasn’t dissuaded the trawl for Sarko-references in her lyrics. For instance: The first single is called ‘L’Amoureuse’! And she’s married! To him! So it’s about him! And so forth.

In truth, there’s nothing on this record that wouldn’t appear on any other romantically-inclined MOR folk-pop album.The cover of the new Carla Bruni album

There’s been a huge media push behind Bruni in recent weeks. Same for every two-bit popstar these days, says you. But Bruni’s husband counts media magnates among his close friends. Mainstream current affairs weeklies like Paris Match, sympathetic to Sarkozy, have featured sympathetic front covers of the first lady and soft-focus photos of her with guitar in lap.

By contrast, left-leaning newspaper Libération called the record “bad” and “inaudible” (in the sense that you can’t listen to it, not that you can’t hear it). But Les Inrockuptibles, the politically-engaged culture magazine that regularly runs anti-Sarko covers, gave the album a qualified thumbs-up and noted its debt to the similar-sounding folk-pop of Françoise Hardy. And while the current President of France never got a mention, there was a reference to one of his predecessors, Georges Pompidou. Of course, that could be an ‘Inrocks’ ploy to whip up feeling among its readers. You see? This record was always going to be overwhelmed by its context.

So, when a convoy of motorcycle policemen pulled up to Chateau French Letter with our review copy in a diplomatic pouch and made us sign the Official Secrets Act, your blogger had to try hard to focus on the music. We made our scrunched-up concentrating face and listened. And… we gave a French shrug. It’s light, airy uncontroversial MOR acoustica à la française. There’s more instrumentation (strings, wind, synths) than on her debut, but other than that Bruni is sticking to her formula.

The album will get a worldwide release with the title ‘Simply’. Until then, you can listen to tracks from it on Carla Bruni’s MySpace page, which she no doubt updates every evening at the Elysées Palace. Here’s the video for ‘L’Amoureuse’:


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Slacking off as usual, your Paris correspondent didn’t go to day two of Solidays. Because we live near the festival site, we felt complacent. Two hours of queuing tend to dampen one’s enthusiasm for standing in a field. Speaking of damp, the weather forecast was bad. And the line-up wasn’t much better. The one exception was MC Solaar, who we hear put on a blistering show of his greatest hits.

We were saving ourselves for what, if Sky Sports held the rights to French music festivals, Richard Keys would no doubt have been calling Super Grand Slam Solidays Sunday. Getting up at the crack of noon, we dashed over to Longchamps in fear of another stretch in the queues. As it happened, we strolled through the gate in all of two seconds. And the weather was fantastic. (It was raining in Eire. But then again, isn’t it always?)

In terms of seeing favourite bands, Friday had been a bust. Sunday was different. First up, young Grenoble trio Rhesus. Our regular readers will recall how we have nothing but encouragement for them and any other French band ploughing the lonely furrow of ‘la pop anglaise’. They clearly love ‘Disintegration’ by The Cure for its lovelorn sincerity and charming melodies. While there’s some way to go yet before they hit such dizzy creative heights themselves, they have potential.

The Ting Tings at Solidays 2008The hipper Solidays-goers squeezed into the small circus tent for the day’s hottest/coolest act, The Ting Tings (right). Entering to the first verse of ‘Once In A Lifetime’ by Talking Heads, one feared they had set the bar too high. But no, Katie White and Jules de Martino put on a ferocious show of punk-stained art-pop. Catchy and exciting tunes like "That's Not My Name" are vastly superior to the laboured rawk-isms of fellow boy-girl duo The Kills.

That said, their guitar technician was having a bad day. On a few occasions White wound herself up for an explosive intro only to find herself flogging a dead axe. Apply within.

Indie cred topped up for the day, your blogger dashed over to another tent for some trashy pop thrills. We have a soft spot for the dayglo disco-pop of Yelle. It’s pure kitsch, but so what? It’s great fun. Yelle herself, only recently discovered on the Internet, performs with the wide-eyed wonder of a normal young girl whose dreams of stardom have just come true. Her energy, colour and cheekiness are hard to resist; her current hit ‘Je Veux Te Voir’ goes “I want to see you/In a pornographic film/to know everything about your anatomy”. How do you follow that?

Well, with Foals, as it happened. We were impressed by their debut album, ‘Antidotes’, and found they shared Vampire Weekend’s cosmopolitan vibes. Alas, their live show feels like a rather tedious jam session. The band members were facing each other instead of the crowd, and what sounded like grooves on record felt like ruts on stage. A pity.

For the indie kids at Solidays, the weekend’s climax was Sunday night’s show by The Gossip. And it was as good as a fireworks display.

Beth Ditto of The Gossip at Solidays 2008 in ParisHerself (left) was in top form. Dressed in her underwear and wrapped in what looked like a lace curtain from your granny’s bedroom window, Beth Ditto padded barefoot around the stage like a lioness. But all was not well; there were tears in paradise. “I shaved my eyebrows without any water,” she explained, “and now they burn!” She bravely surmounted her suffering and inspired her troops to an intoxicating performance, mixing funk and rock the way teenagers mix cider and lager.

Granny took her drapes back; for the encore Ditto came out in underwear and with a towel wrapped around her head. She sung “Standing In The Way Of Control” from down the front of stage, pressing the flesh with the first row of punters. Set finished, she scaled a speaker stack to soak up the adulation.

Then she realized that she couldn’t get down. Roadies rushed around and Ditto started to panic slightly. Finally, after an age, she clambered down the rigging into the arms of a security hulk, as a phalanx of photographers crowded round to capture this international incident. What a star.

Here's Beth Ditto onstage with The Gossip at Solidays in Paris last Sunday night:


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Originally conceived as an AIDS awareness fundraiser, Solidays has evolved into one of the premier music festivals in France. Over 130,000 people poured into the famous Longchamps racecourse at the western edge of Paris during the three-day festival, say the organisers.
 
SolidaysFor those who arrived at the site entrance on Friday afternoon, it will come as a surprise to learn that the festival had organisers. No matter what time one landed in Longchamps that day, most people spent TWO HOURS in the queue to get in. A few people fainted in the warm sunshine and had to be treated by medics.
 
Still, those waiting were good-natured about the whole thing. How come there weren’t any quintessentially French protests and riots? Well, queuers were distracted by promotion staff lobbing brownies over the fence and into the crowd. Just like during Roman times, the mob were placated by bread and circuses. Voilà la France de Sarkozy.

Because of all the hold-ups, your blogger didn’t get to see one of our favourite new French bands, The Dodoz (not to be confused with their American near-namesakes The Dodos).

Worse still, another of our beloved Gallic bands, Cocoon, were drawn to play at the same time as Vampire Weekend. (Such scheduling dilemmas only happened to us, of course. Everyone else got to see all their favourite bands.)

Ezra Koenig of Vampire Weekend onstage at Solidays 2008 in ParisOn the logic that we could probably see the French band soon enough again, we went for the visiting group.

So, Vampire Weekend it was. And they were great. Remembering the dull muso-ness of The Shins live last year compared to their carefree record, we were wary of being disappointed. Fortunately, Vampire Weekend sound just as joyous on stage as on record.

Their world music rhythms were set off by the orange twilight streaming into the marquee. The dumb-fun refrains of ‘A-Punk’ and ‘One (Blake’s Got A New Face)’ added to the summer feeling of chill-out and kick-back. (Meanwhile, the 8 pm arrivals were still queuing up outside.)

And the band looked like they were having just as good a time. Without his guitar, with his wide-eyed enthusiasm and mop of tousled brown hair, singer Ezra Koenig (above left) looked like a young Bono. But with fun, like.
 
Post-midnight, Solidays would go all dancy. Friday night’s floor/field-filler was, of course, a French superstar DJ – Vitalic. Chassis-shaking bass-bin beats were the order of the night, and everything was going swell for the smooth-headed Dijon DJ.
 
VitalicThen something happened. Vitalic (right) decided to ease off the big beats, and he dropped a funky little bassline. The thousands gathered there suddenly turned on him. Boos, whistles, cat-calls, thumbs-down: we’ve seen and done it at football matches but it was our first experience of seeing a live performer seriously getting the bird. Perhaps festival audiences, wandering like window-shoppers from field to tent to back-of-lorry, are a more fickle bunch.
 
For a few moments Vitalic stared them down. The beat stayed funky, the bassline soulful. Then, without taking eye contact from the crowd, he reached for a fader and pulled down the funk. Back came the big beats for the rest of the night and everyone, DJ included, seemed to have a great time.

Your blogger, indie kid, enjoyed it greatly too. Not often at discos or places of dance, we remembered something that had struck us before: it’s so simple to lose yourself in beats and basslines. Rock is self-conscious: you listen to the words and make the world a better place. Pop has you look in the mirror to tart yourself up, and you’ll always catch a glimpse of something you don’t like.

But dance is simply the pleasure of rhythm, of primal jumping-around. With their African and West Indian beats, Vampire Weekend have hit upon the same idea. Sometimes life’s too good to go spoil it all by thinking.

Live at Solidays 2008 in Paris, here's Vampire Weekend rocking the marquee with 'A-Punk'. They even manage a few words en français too. Is there nothing this band can't do?


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No doubt you queued in the rain from the crack of dawn to buy the new Coldplay album, 'Viva La Vida or Death And All His Friends'. Or maybe you just ignored it.

Viva La Vida by ColdplayEither way, perhaps you noticed the album's cover (right), which reproduces a very famous French painting. As you've no doubt shouted at the computer, it's Delacroix's 'Liberty Leading the People', otherwise known as 'Liberty Getting 'Em Out for the Lads'.

The painting, from 1830, commemorates that year's overthrowing of Charles X, king of France under the Bourbon restoration. It depicts an idealised barricade scene from the French Revolution of 1789. (The dapper-looking rebel with top hat and bayonet is believed to be Delacroix himself.)

You can see this painting at the Louvre in Paris. It hangs in a grand hall of oversized French classics just around the corner from the Mona Lisa, probably the most famous painting in the world.

Rum, Sodomy And The Lash by The PoguesOn the same wall as Delacroix's famous barricade scene is another iconic French masterpiece that has been used on an album cover. We're talking about Géricault's 'Raft of the Medusa', which was used by The Pogues for the sleeve of "Rum, Sodomy and the Lash". We hasten to add that the original painting doesn't feature the heads of the band.

While Delacroix's painting is a bit naff to modern viewers (much like Coldplay), Géricault's great work is still immensely powerful in its depiction of human forms twisted in agony.

There's a connection between 'Raft of the Medusa' and our other featured painting. Delacroix was the model for the young man slumped on his legs in the left foreground. (On the album cover, he's just over the word "The" of "The Pogues".)

Both Géricault and Delacroix are buried in the Cimetière du Père-Lachaise, famous as the resting place of Jim Morrison, Edith Piaf and Oscar Wilde.

Have you been to the Louvre? If you've visited Paris as a tourist, perhaps you've dashed through in one afternoon to see the greatest hits: the Mona Lisa and the Venus de Milo. It takes a full afternoon's brisk walk just to see all the paintings; the sculptures, Egyptology and other artefacts are each another day's work.

Fortunately for those of us who live in Paris, the Louvre is open for free on the first Sunday of every month. So, we can just stroll in and take the great museum one section at a time. The other major galleries of Paris, such as the Musée d'Orsay and the Centre Pompidou, are also free on the first Sunday. We've said it before; life here is good.

From the Louvre-referencing 'Rum, Sodomy And The Lash', here's a very '80s-London video for one of The Pogues' own masterpieces, 'A Pair Of Brown Eyes': 


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