Showing posts with label Charles Aznavour. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Charles Aznavour. Show all posts
Monday, October 01, 2018
Saturday, November 29, 2014
Saturday, May 24, 2014
Friday, November 27, 2009
Chapeau, Monsieur Aznavour
Well, from a 70 year young lady to an 85 year young man: Charles Aznavour. Today a new album of Armenia's Ambassador to Switzerland was released.
Apart from that I shall prefer listening to his old chansons: What an artist; the more when comparing him to the many tiny squallers who think they were stars, not knowing they are at least 86 per cent bicycle*.
* Those few - although it is most unlikely they exist - who would not understand what I am refering to, as they happen to not being in possession of the master's complete œvre: Saddle your ponies, folks, and hurry up. The friendly, most well-educated and -sorted bookseller just round the corner will be happy to fill the gaps of your education and in your bookshelf.
Apart from that I shall prefer listening to his old chansons: What an artist; the more when comparing him to the many tiny squallers who think they were stars, not knowing they are at least 86 per cent bicycle*.
* Those few - although it is most unlikely they exist - who would not understand what I am refering to, as they happen to not being in possession of the master's complete œvre: Saddle your ponies, folks, and hurry up. The friendly, most well-educated and -sorted bookseller just round the corner will be happy to fill the gaps of your education and in your bookshelf.
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Flann O'Brien
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
A bit too sentimental ...
... that I'd sing such a song for the loveliest of all daughters.
but anyway, here we go:
but anyway, here we go:
Monday, April 06, 2009
Sunday, April 05, 2009
Monday, October 13, 2008
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