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French Music Legend Rocks the Big 70

French Music Legend Rocks the Big 70!!!! but wait…..there’s more! – Johnny Hallyday – France’s Elvis  – who once said he couldn’t imagine himself singing at age 70, now says he expects to be warbling at 80!

And, hey, why not? After hitting the big “70” recently – celebrated by a nationally televised “spectacle”, featuring  a selection of his musical pals – the fawning adoration of an arena full of fans confirmed Johnny’s status as the “numero uno” of French Rock Music.

 

Although he can’t get arrested outside of France – as I detailed in THIS POST – here in the land of  strikes, “manefestations” ,(that’s “demonstrations  “to us folks from “over there.”) and red tape up the yin-yang, “Johnny” is not just an aging rocker – but, more importantly – a cultural icon.

French music journalist Bertrand Dicale put it this way….

“Every country has a Johnny Hallyday. Johnny is the embodiment of something essentially French. He represents our way of looking at life”

DA BG hastens to add the obvious. That NOT all French are “looking at life” from the “Johnny” point of view.

Dicale continues: ”

“He is the embodiment not of rock ‘n’ roll but of France’s idea of rock ‘n’ roll. He is rock ‘n’ roll combined with traditional French variety entertainment and whatever the melody, whatever the rhythm, whatever the lyrics, it’s always very French.”

That “very French” aspect of Johnny’s music may be the reason he’s failed to conquer the rest of the musical World. But , no worries. Because in a career thats (so far) spanned 50 plus years, Johnny Hallyday has always been “on a roll.” Always selling out. Always keeping his fans happy. And adding new ones. Never a “dip” in popularlity.  Never on the “comeback trail.” Because Johnnys’ never been away.

Bottom Line: If doing what you love really does keep you young, Johnny Hallyday is the living proof.

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French Country Travel Life Chelsea Hotel

There is no French Country Travel Life Chelsea Hotel of which I am aware. However, I’ve titled this rant thusly – because – each time I hear  Leonard Cohen’s song of the same name – it takes me back in time.

Not to any Chelsea Hotels, but to the French Riviera town of Sant Maxime. Just up the road (north) from the timelessly trendy St. Tropez. It’s not the town that is the major component of this happy flashback. But a person. One who occupies a unique place in my French travels. Because he was the first “commercial” froggie to offer me hospitality.

His name was (and perhaps still is) “Mr. Roland.” And like  that line in the Chelsea Hotel song : “I don’t think of you that often.” I don’t. But when I do, I’m again aglow with the memory of his casual kindness.

That kindness came forth during my first “on-the-bicycle” visit to France. In this epoch, I had not yet evolved into the film-making-book-writing-picture-taking Bicycle Gourmet. I was just a tall skinny blonde on a bike from San Francisco.( With no guitar on his back this time around.)

However, I did have a small talent for coaxing soothing sounds out of the piano. (One of many things I have my Mother to thank for) Mr. Roland was the owner of a small Hotel. Not glitzy. Not trendy.  And not in the centre of the “action.” ( Which is, as I was to later discover, is foreign tourists up the yin yang.)

Mr. Roland didn’t really NEED a piano player. But he readily agreed when I proposed to tickle his ivories in exchange for room and board. Yes, I know it all sounds  ab-fab and groovy (art-movie stuff) – but the reality was “low key budget Hotel.”

How “low key?” Well, Mr. Roland’s palace was a consistently empty one. Only once in two weeks did I spy  “budget conscious” tourists. A dour German couple who only stayed one night. Curiously, in spite of his almost zero occupancy rate (in this is in high Summer) Mr. Roland was unfailingly laid back and smiley.( Yes, I DID wonder if the hotel was a tax deduction or a front for bogus loto tickets.)

The result being my “work” consisted of providing the background “ambience” in the (slightly larger than) postage stamp Dining room for Mr. Roland and his apero guests. (No, I never saw him actually EAT in that room. Either solo or with company.  A French Vampire?)

Daytime was mine. (Unless  my un-towering talent was needed at lunch) I wandered through the town. Checked out the beach. Marvelled at the (bikini clad) scenery. Hey – I was young and single!  And since my French vocabularly then consisted of “no”, “thank you” and  “where’s the toilet” I was clearly destined to continue – “marvelling.” (Had the Simpsons been invented then, I would surely have translated and memorized Homer’s “Hey babe, let’s get down to some rad lovin'”  Oh well!)

Lack of feminine attention notwithstanding, my two weeks at the Roland Hotel were a laid back introduction to, and immersion in, French Life. One that was completely different in style to the country hospitality that was to follow. But happily identical in strength and spirit.

I don’t know if  Mr. Roland and his Hotel are still “carrying on.” And in spite of the fact that I’ve had more than one ocassion to pass Saint Maxime, I’ve never taken the time to find out. Why? well – to risk quoting another song (I AM a musical guy, after all!) like Paul Simon’s line in “Kodachrome” -“Everything looks worse in black and white.”

The colors of my time with Mr.Roland are vivid on memories canvas. And  greedy s.o.b. that I am – I want them to stay that way!  I think that’s  why we cherish our memories. Is it not?

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French Country Wine War

The French Country Wine War is a battle between Two countries. France and China. Or, more accurately (and DA BG is nothing if not accurate, n’est ce pas?) between Wine counterfeiters and those that produce the real McCoy. And, of course, the local powers that be.  Represented by the Men in blue below.

While China is World renowned for producing ..ahem….shall we say “replicas” of trendy luxury goods, watches, perfume, luggage, etc. one of it’s not widely known activities is “re-inventing” French Wines. Usually (suprise, suprise) the most expensive ones.

This entreprenurial activity  increased recently, after  Euro trade honchos levied a tax on Chinese solar panels. While saying they don’t want a trade war, the Chinese hint  – not so inscrutably – that European Wines may suffer the same fate.

Bad news for French Winos. But good news for the rogues who do the knock offs.

Our ever wine-vigilant pals at the Malaysian Insider have the inside:

— Bruno Paumard, the cellar master at a vineyard in China, can’t stop laughing while describing a bottle of supposedly French wine a friend gave him two years ago.

It’s white wine, with a label proclaiming it is from the vineyards of Romanee-Conti, the bottle bearing the logo that is on bottles of Chateau Lafite-Rothschild, and declares its origin as Montpellier in Southern France.

Domaine de la Romanee-Conti, better known for highly prized and highly priced vintages from France’s Burgundy region, makes only a tiny amount of white wine, labelled Montrachet. It has nothing to do with the equally prestigious Lafite, which is from the Bordeaux region, and neither brand is produced anywhere near Montpellier.

“It’s the most magnificent example of a hijacked brand of wine I’ve ever seen,” says Paumard, who works with Chateau Hansen in China’s Inner Mongolia. “It doesn’t get better than that.”

Liquor stores, restaurants and supermarkets in China, the world’s most populous nation and fifth-largest wine consumer, wage a constant battle against fake wines. The amount of knock-offs on the market may increase as Beijing investigates wine imports from the European Union, threatening anti-dumping tariffs or import curbs.

It announced the investigation after the EU slapped anti-dumping duties on Chinese solar panels.

“More expensive wine is okay, I just don’t want any fakes,” said Helen Nie, a Beijing housewife sharing a bottle of the Italian house white at a restaurant with a friend.

“If the cost goes up I’d still buy wine, though some people wouldn’t – the price makes a difference. But the quality is important; it’s a health question.”

EU wine exports to China reached 257.3 million litres in 2012 for a value of nearly US$1 billion (RM3 billion), more than a ten-fold increase since 2006 as rapidly increasing wealth transformed lives and tastes in the world’s fastest growing major economy. More than half of the 2012 total — 139.5 million litres — came from France.

Nobody knows how much of the market is cornered by fakes and copycats, says Jim Boyce, who follows China’s wine industry on his blog, grapewallofchina.com.

“Things that are faked tend to be things that are very popular,” Boyce said.

Charles Gaudfroy, a manager of a French restaurant, compares the label of a fake Romanee-Conti (left), which was found at a wine shop in the southern part of China, with a genuine French red wine in Beijing June 6, 2013. — Reuters pic

And wine, especially expensive wine, is popular in China, sometimes more for bragging rights than taste.

“Those expensive wines are where you see more fakes,” said Maggie Wang, who was sharing the house wine from Sardinia at the Beijing restaurant with Nie.

“But there’s lots of phony wine. Everything’s faked in China,” she said. “For a lot of Chinese consumers, the more expensive it is, the more they’ll buy it. Chinese like things like that — they’ll buy the most expensive house, drive the most expensive car. They don’t want the best, they want the most expensive.”

Chateau what?

Given the high margins and the demand, the counterfeiters tend to focus on European fine wines.

The iconic Chateau Lafite has become the poster child for wine forgery. A bottle of Lafite from 1982, considered one of the greatest vintages of the 20th century, can cost upwards of US$10,000.

That has led to a thriving industry in Lafite knockoffs in China. Aficionados say there is are more cases of 1982 Lafite in China than were actually produced by the chateau that year.

Christophe Salin, president of Domaines Barons de Rothschild, which owns Lafite-Rothschild, says fake Lafite however isn’t the major problem.

“I have never seen a bottle of fake ‘82 Lafite,” says Salin, who has been travelling to China for 20 years.

“The problem we have is the creative attitude of some Chinese. They sometimes use our name in funny ways,” he told Reuters in a telephone call from Paris.

Several wines on the market are branded with names close to Chateau Lafite, including “Chatelet Lafite”. Chatelet is the name of one of the busiest subway stations in Paris.

Lafite “is such a generic brand in China that it has widespread appeal as a name and as a status symbol,” says Boyce.

The mystique extends beyond the wine — in Beijing there is a “La Fite British Exotic Bar” and the “Beijing Lafitte Chateau Hotel.”

The first step for anyone counterfeiting wine is to find or manufacture a bottle that is close to the original.

“People will also use real bottles with something else inside, or make labels that are spelled differently,” says Cheng Qianrui, wine editor for the Chinese lifestyle website Daily Vitamin. “If you know wines, you can tell, but not a lot of Chinese do.”

Confiscated bottles of fake wines are destroyed by the police in Nanning, Guangxi Zhuang Autonomous Region November 6, 2011. — Reuters pic

Last year’s 10 per cent surge in wine imports over 2011 was led by Spain, which accounted for 36 per cent of cheaper bulk wine imports to China in 2012, according to Chinese customs figures. Bulk wine accounted for just under half of all wine imports last year.

The copyright problems however tend to focus on the better-known marques.

Read more HERE

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