Oh! Hé! Hein! Bon!
Is Nino Ferrer the greatest French-Italian ever to have lived? I think so. Certainly more interesting than our bizarre current first lady/chanteuse. There's Claude François, but he's... Claude François. Yves Montand definitely gives him a run for his money, but Nino has Yves beat in the weird factor; anyone who can make a song about pickles that makes me want to get up and shake what my mama gave me is pretty damn great in my book.
Have a look-hear:
Les cornichons
There's even a shout-out to "cor-ned beef!" Making Spam sound like a Shakespearean comestible is quite simply ge-nius.
The guy even gets into a bit of guttural inner reflection, melding images of majorettes, papier-mâché sculptures representing a lost step-sister and uncle, and ultimately demands that he not be mocked for his trademark absent-mindedness.
Have a look-hear:
Les cornichons
There's even a shout-out to "cor-ned beef!" Making Spam sound like a Shakespearean comestible is quite simply ge-nius.
The guy even gets into a bit of guttural inner reflection, melding images of majorettes, papier-mâché sculptures representing a lost step-sister and uncle, and ultimately demands that he not be mocked for his trademark absent-mindedness.
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