Some artists don't release bad albums.
It took a while for Blonde to grow on me, but it did. Her solo catalog is eight albums deep at this point, and I'd put at least three of them in my top 20 of all time - Roses (easily top 5 and probably top 3), Perséides, En cas de tempête, ce jardin sera fermé - and the rest aren't far behind, including Blonde.
This absolutely stunning song, written by Béatrice Martin (who by now you should know is Cœur de Pirate), is the reason Blonde exists. It is a hauntingly dense and beautiful song that she was dying to record. Named for the plaza in Paris, it is a melancholy love song, and it sits smack dab in the middle of the album.
Voici Cœur de Pirate interprétant la chanson en direct et en beauté à l'Aéroport international Pierre-Elliott-Trudeau de Montréal. Est-ce une salle de concert insolite ? Bien sûr. Est-ce absolument magnifiquement réalisé ? Absolument. Ai-je utilisé Google Translate pour vous écrire ? Vous pariez que je l'ai fait.
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