The great Charles Aznavour, master of the chanson, passed away today. It’s a personal loss. Aznavour has been so much a part of the landscape of my life. I feel his passing most acutely.
La Boheme remembers Toulouse-Lautrec’s Montmartre, where painters could rarely afford to eat – but where art and love were enough to sustain them.
An ode to simpler times “when I was starving and you posed nude,” it is also a lament for the loss of youth.
“When, on a random day, I go for a walk to my old address,” sings Aznavour, “Montmartre seems sad and the lilac trees are dead.”
Such was the song’s popularity that he recorded versions in Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, English and German.
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