David Berthy Guest Posts Today

Summer is a great time for French pop music from the sixties. Once, I greatly impressed two tight-suited Frenchmen at a wedding when I knew who Jacques Dutronc was. As it was late, they both started singing “Les Cactus” accompanied by irony-free fist pumping. “Les Cactus” is a great song, but the fantastically titled “Hippie Hippie Hourrah” is still my favorite. I love the dramatic stops and starts, the inexplicable kissy sounds, and the melodrama of the tolling bells at the end. I don’t know French and therefore have no idea what the lyrics are about, but I assume they make as much sense as the average Monkee’s episode, and would be disappointed if a translation proved otherwise. As a bonus, Cactus is included as well


HIPPIE HIPPIE HOURRAH

CACTUS