When the French director decided to make Things to Come, a film based on her mother’s life starring Isabelle Huppert, she found there are some lines you can’t cross.
READ FULL STORY from the Source: Mia Hansen-Løve: ‘Oh no, please don’t touch the cat!’ | Film | The Guardian
Before coming here, I already had a healthy love and respect for the European brewing tradition that laid the foundation for what we make and sell stateside today. Farmhouses, sours, dubbels, tripels, quads, saisons, witbiers, lambics, gueuzes… they all got their start in Europe, many of them long before the idea of America even existed.But as I sat at a table at Brouwerij De Halve Maan — brouwerij is Belgian for brewery, by the way — sipping on my personal favorite of theirs, the Straffe Hendrick Wild (available in the U.S.), it struck me how much we, as Americans, take the European brewing tradition for granted.
READ FULL STORY at the Source: Naptown Pint: A trip to Belgium is a reminder of our roots – Capital Gazette
For two decades now, among foreign movie buffs, the European city most closely identified with rising anxieties surrounding globalization, immigration and economic dislocation has been the hard-scrabble Wallonian industrial city of Seraing, near Liege. Seraing is the hometown of Jean-Pierre and Luc Dardenne, the celebrated Belgian movie-making brothers and repeat winners of Palmes d’Or at Cannes, who have set their remarkable explorations of economic distress in the region they know best.
READ ENTIRE STORY at the Source: Surprised about Wallonia’s CETA stand? You don’t watch enough movies – Macleans.ca
Chanson Du Jour 10/28/2016: “Dans Ma Rue” performed by Zaz
This is not only a great home-studio performance by Zaz, but comes with a Serbian lyric translation (a bonus for the many Serbs who visit my blog.)
In English, the songs begins:
I live in the corner of old MontmartreMy father comes home sozzled every nightAnd to feed the four of usMy poor mother works in the wash-houseWhen I’m sick, I lean out the windowI watch outsiders pass byWhen the sun comes outThings appear that scare me a little
So – life isn’t easy for the young girl in this song. I wish her father would take a break from getting sozzled and instead take his daughter out to visit the Zoo, buy her an ice cream cone (deux boule!) at Berthillion’s Glacier on Ile St Louis, and then pick out a pretty new dress at La Marelle.
However, my guess is that Dad will just get sozzled again.
In this video, Zaz displays some impressive chanson chops, and I really like her piano accompaniment (the young man’s name is not listed, so let’s call him “Yaz”). Yaz not only tickles the ivories with a nice feel for Les Blues, but at the end of the song, he tends to the video recording streaming to the MacBook sitting atop the piano. Merde! These hotshot multi-taskers are costing us jobs in the video production business. Hey Zaz and Yaz, walk a mile dans ma rue!
“Dans Ma Rue” was made famous by the great Edith Piaf in 1946. The song was composed by Michel Emer (June 19, 1906 – November 23, 1984)
France Rocks recently had the pleasure to exchange via email with an exciting new French artist with global influences, Jain, resulting in a very unique and intriguing interview. Jain, who grew up all over the world but considers Toulouse, France her hometown, is in the process of releasing a new EP, available digitally in November.
READ FULL INTERVIEW at Source: France Rocks Original Interview: Jain | French Culture
Going stronger than ever The Django Reinhardt NY Festival and The Allstars have taken the US by storm. They are headed again to NY from Paris, landing at Birdland, their official home, where it all started in 2000, with an ‘idea’ inspired by Producers Ettore Stratta and Pat Philips due to their work with famed Jazz Violinist Stephane Grappelli, Django’s partner, back in the 30’s and 40’s. The Producers set out to bring Django’s style out from underground to ‘overground’ and spread the word: HOT JAZZ is better than ever and here to stay!
READ FULL STORY at Source: Django Reinhardt NY Festival in November | French Culture
Pas De Merde 