I held out as long as I could.
Literally. This song has been out for a WEEK. It was a midnight release on September 2nd, and I had listened to it no less than 30 times by 2am. I even tweeted about it.
I stayed up late to listen to the new @beatricepirate song like thirty times.— Anthony D'Orazio (@RedArgyle) September 2, 2021
It's that good.
If you had asked me in February if the term "la chanson française" was going to be used more than once on this blog in 2021, I would have said you were crazy. And yet, here I am, copying and pasting that damn œ for like the fifth time this year. (I went back and looked. It's the seventh time, which might even beat my Charli XCX rate of posting).
But now I am going to tell you why this one is different and it has absolutely nothing to do with Béatrice Martin's pregnancy. You see, I started down this journey into francophone music near the end of February, when I really wanted to find an artist that sang in French who was also Canadian to feature in my little #MapleLeafMarch thing. And, I stumbled about this one accidentally - when I was researching another post by another artist that I'll gush over another day - and did a deeper dive.
What I found was an incredibly complex artist that had a foot in the modern world and another in a classic French music world. Her entire catalog was spectacular and unlike anything I had ever heard - a lot of piano, for sure, and a lot of words I did not understand. In fact, French had been a language that completely baffled me, despite my background in romance languages.
During this deep dive, some new music was released, literally all of which has been covered on this blog. It's all been exceptional.
Then came September 2nd, and a new song was released, and I was excited to hear it. What I heard, however.... it was far far far more than I expected. You see, in a life, there are songs you may hear that just make you stop and remember where you are. These are songs that you can hear over and over again, and never get sick of them. They are songs that change the way you look at music forever.
I've had that feeling a few times in my life, and I can tell you exactly where I was when I first heard each one of them. From the disco-tinged opening violin strains of this song, to the very last "tremble", this song had me. I urge you to listen to this song. You are going to forget it's entirely in French.
The video was recorded in Lachine, QC, Canada, at the famous lighthouse there, and no, none of those balloons went in the water. It also looks to me like it was done in one take, without edits, but I have no proof of that.
(Update: 9 September): Since I wrote this, literally today, her new album Impossible à aimer was announced, including this song, to be released October 15th.
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