That title has nothing to do with anything, other than that I am enjoying a coke shoke at present, having just returned home in a parched state.
Today in French pop, I give you the French Elvis, Johnny Hallyday. As a kid I had this on what’s called a 45 tours (aka 45 rpm), one of those small records that necessitate the use of a round plastic yellow thingy in order to fit the record on the turntable (yes, in fact I am eighty-five years old, thank you very much). Sidenote (talk amongst yourselves): Baji, do you realize Zap and Baz won’t have a clue what a record, a cassette tape, or even a CD is! /endofsidenote
The song is called “Ma Guitare,” which, duh, means “My Guitar.” But for some reason I always thought he was singing “Magidor,” which has no meaning and also makes me wonder if I was illiterate until an advanced age given that the song title was clearly spelled out on the album cover. No matter, I still love this song.
(By the way, you can tell that the version on YouTube is from the record. It wouldn’t have been complete without the tell-tale crackling/fizzing at the end.)