Paris Montparnasse cemetery. Site of the largest in France, then the world. Take the first right avenue and you will find the grave of Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir semi-abandoned, snubbed by the tourists, who look and pass on (we do not want to say it, but it's true). Spend where? Pass to whom? A Tristan Tzara Dada's dad? In Ionesco's father of the 'absurd'? A father of the poets Baudelaire delusional? Yes, maybe. But ... we are not sure ... Of one thing we are certain to visitors instead of Montparnasse, that turning to those places you will find many indefinable, unique, testimonies of affection on the grave of Serge Gainsbourg, star of the Paris asleep a few years ago. Stella cursed in love with a star style that was not beat, it was not casual, that was not fully rock or jazz and nothing else, but that was just her. Serge the Russian-jew escaped totalitarianism (born Lucien Ginsburg); man from the "cabbage head", to paraphrase the title of his famous album of 1976, the man who loved music, cigarettes, alcohol and poc 'else. And sometimes (not always) the life .
Twenty years have passed since the death of a character that seems invented: they like the bad, the ugly that takes a pen and paper, he began playing piano and composing unforgettable music, the bad, which behaves like a boor with women and men, young and old. The "dirty" that has happened. Gainsbourg is a novel of the twentieth century the transition between different epochs: the modesty a little intolerant tolerance 'modest, up to (almost) to the "anything goes" to an artist, as Casanova, the Venetian Gainsbourg has managed to offend the right time and with the right people. Who was engaged to Brigitte Bardot, it is said, much can be allowed. Even to report his instincts on live television to Whitney Houston. The brief scene between the drunkard and Serge has already embarrassed the Whitney in myth and in the decades to save of our century.
Gainsbourg Who was up to 2 March 1991, the day of death at just 63 years? It was a bold artist, an experimenter, a singer with a warm voice, very French and not American, author of dozens of songs, most of them unknown to the general public, enamored of decadent poets, Charles Trenet and Boris Vian. A man who loved women and sex, so much to write the song perfect for all types of couples, at least on Picasso (who seems to have inspired it): Je t'aime ... moi non plus . Queen of the tracks d'amour physique, the right song for those who "translated" into music the emotion of sex or (simply) the pleasure of love or phrases whispered intimacy. After Gainsbourg (and after groans, sighs and verses that would be unnecessary to translate), all compilers / composers of the songs would have a lean sexy figure ... Patience. To inspire, as well as the artist pour excellence of the twentieth century, including Brigitte Bardot, in a period (late '67), not among the best. Or so they say. The song - a gold mine for traders on Valentine's Day - is recorded by Gainsbourg with BB (released several years dopo, nel 1986, in questa versione) e con l’inglesina Jane Birkin, altra ex di Gainsbourg e mamma dell’attrice e cantante Charlotte Gainsbourg. Più volte censurato (non c’è bisogno di dire il perché), in Italia il brano è stato cantato da coppie a dir poco “improvvisate” e, in verità, non in cima ai sogni erotici dell’occidentale cosiddetto “medio”. Anche questa è una storia (un po’ miserella), che andrebbe raccontata nei dettagli …
Chi è invece Gainsbourg a vent’anni death? It is the artist in honor of the late twentieth century. The man who played out the last part of himself, has conquered a good part of the audience, playing to the last of the Mohicans a world of hastily disappeared between transgressions and provocations and nights out. Today, inside the castle (apparently) that gold is the environment of chansonnier -style Gainsbourg is among the most imitated. Gestures, tics, exaggerated and that "something more" that made him unique .
There was or was he doing? In a few have understood. Gainsbourg was a man messy or really knew how to "manage" their own "look" to modern wild and natural fake? Sophisticated, disheveled, cigarette in mouth (Gitanes one hundred a day), jeans and white moccasins inevitable. Brash, ironically, with that arrogant way too explicit flag-waving in the breeze "Gainsbarre" (so called, in a "bad") was fully "in line" with the twentieth century artists hard, bold, courageous, sure to rise to leadership and model of youth. Aristocrat up almost to capacity, regardless of God, country and family (Four children by three different companies). A different way ( very different) her to scream to the world, " La France c'est moi! ".
twentieth century? The Twentieth Century by John Lennon, for example, that during the boom Beatles claimed that the Liverpool were now more famous than Jesus Christ, the twentieth century of the stars that never cease the habit of scene, or out of the cinema or theaters or, a fortiori, far from television studios or cameras. Celebrities are not hiding anything, that does not flinch even when they have to do it ... All false? We do not believe ... On 25 January, Stefano Montefiori the Corriere della Sera he wrote to commemorate the legend to Gainsbourg (almost) twenty years after the death: "The number 5 bis Rue de Verneuil, including antique shops and chic art galleries, the procession rock is never finished. It began when we lived with Serge Gainsbourg Jane Birkin, the height of success, and continues today, twenty years after his death, now that the white walls of the palace in the heart of Saint-Germain are completely covered with graffiti in memory of ' man with the head of cabbage ... Rue de Verneuil is the "Abbey Road " Paris: London taking pictures on the zebra crossing Beatles fans here, and tourists pay homage to the place where ... Gainsbourg died, but his myth. " Even its myth as a myth ... and Gainsbourg seems to be never belonged to this land. never born and never died (in spite of the grave), as a "guru" pop. Its weird - burn a bill of 500 francs for the sake of provocation - or his "performances" against consumerism (other than talk to Adriano Celentano!), Rather than the "taste" Gainsbourg seems to be daughters of one period of our age. Daughters of the proactive and "experimentation" figlie insomma delle correnti spirituali di una capricciosa “avanguardia” che si è servita degli uomini come semplici testimoni …
Per ricordare in modo concreto, i vent’anni dalla scomparsa di un artista come Gainsbourg, anche pittore e uomo di cinema, non bastano quattro note e un filmatino di repertorio. Da tempo le librerie francesi sono piene di biografie di Gainsbarre e siccome i “cugini” sanno fare le cose in grande (la grandeur l’hanno inventata loro), hanno dedicato a Gainsbourg una mostra alla galleria “Charpentier” con ritratti d’autore, fra cui quelli di Helmut Newton. Anche la casa discografica “Universal” ha fatto la propria parte, pubblicando un cofanetto di 20 Cd e 250 canzoni di Gainsbourg, fra le quali alcune inedite o soltanto ripubblicate in versione inedita .
Perfino il cinema, infine, ha dedicato alla “testa di cavolo” un bel film di Joann Sfar, il cui titolo, Gainsbourg. Vie heroique , è già tutto un programma. Fra i protagonisti Laetitia Casta (nei panni di Brigitte Bardot), anche lei, anni dopo, mortalmente affascinata dall’«anima nera» del poeta Gainsbourg. C’era da crederci, non vi pare ?
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