Music has been challenging for me recently. As I go through some significant life changes, I find that a lot of music cuts too close.
I’ve been listening to Edith Piaf a lot though. There are other singers of her ilk whom I love (Ella Fitzgerald, most notably), but Edith Piaf is the one I’ve been listening to now. I think it helps that because she sings in French, I can focus just on the movement of her voice — the rich throaty force of it.
Listening to Piaf in my father’s kitchen a couple weeks ago, he mused that it would have been amazing to hear her sing in person. What a lovely thought. I imagine her in a nightclub in the 1930s. That’s where I’d want to hear her.
There, or right here, in the kitchen with my father.