La vie en rose (1946, orch/Guy Luypaerts); La
java de Cézique, Mon apéro (1935, with Jean &
Jacques Médinger, accordions), Mon coeur est au coin d’une
rue (1937, orch/Wal-Berg), Fais-mois valser (1936, with Jean
& Jacques Médinger, accordions), Entre St. Ouen at Clignancourt
(1937, orch/Wal-Berg), Mon légionnaire (1937, orch/Emile
Stern), L’accordéoniste (1937, orch/Wal-Berg), C’était
une histoire d’amour (1942, with Yvon Jean-Claude and vocal trio,
orch/Claude Normand), C’est toi le plus fort (1937, orch/Jacques
Météhen), J’ai dansé avec l’amour, C’est un
monsieur très distingué (1941, orch/Météhen),
Le brun et le blond, Tu es Partout (1943, orch/Paul Durand),
De l’autre côté de la rue (1944, orch/Luypaerts),
Regarde-moi toujours comme ça (1944, orch/Luypaerts),
Je m’en fous pas mal, Un refrain courait dans la rue (1947, orch/Luypaerts)
The CD opens with "La vie en rose" (1946),
then jumps back to 1935 and thereafter proceeds fairly chronologically.
When reviewing ASV’s highly recommendable collection "Enchanté,
The Great French Stars 1927-1947" (CD AJA 5364) I compared their
transfer of "La vie en rose" with those on two Piaf anthologies
I had to hand. I concluded that the ASV was the best because one rival
concentrated wholly on the sandblasting characteristics of the voice
while the other went to the opposite extreme and gave such a sepia-coloured
impression that there was very little presence at all. Whereas the ASV
seemed to get it right, not underplaying the voice’s strident edge but
equally giving us the sweetness which it also had and which accounted
for its affecting melancholy. Well, I must say this Naxos transfer is
better still; somehow they have managed to lessen the surface noise
and bring forward the sound, losing nothing and giving the voice an
added presence. The rest of the CD is of the same standard, so full
marks to restorer/producer Peter Dempsey for his splendid work. (Interestingly,
I see he transferred the ASV disc too).
If I don’t single out any particular song it is because
they are all so good. As each one started, with the sepia-tones of the
clarinet, the saxophone, the trumpet or whatever, and then the voice
entered, by turns bitter, mocking, melancholy or bittersweet, I found
myself thinking "Now I’ll have to say something about this
one", but the truth is that any one of them could stand as an anthem
for a Paris which lives on in our collective imaginations.
Thanks to literature, thanks to painting, thanks to
the cinema, the very name of Paris seems to conjure up visions of romantic
young lovers by the Seine, of quaint streets after dark, of smoke-filled
night-clubs. It is a myth which can even survive a visit to the city
itself (to be fair, Paris has maintained its identity in the post-war
world better than many European capitals). And for as long as the myth
survives, the voice of Edith Piaf will be singing in the background.
She appears to us now as the emblem of French cabaret but in truth she
was unique (the ASV "Enchanté" collection makes this
very clear) and no more a typical cabaret singer than Maria Callas was
a typical opera singer.
Just as French cabaret conjures up a series of images,
so does that of inter-war Berlin, less sentimental, more political,
hard-hitting and caricatural, as befits the appalling situation the
Third Reich was heading towards. There is another difference. Berlin
cabaret, at least this is how it seems to us today, was based on composers,
above all Weill but there were plenty more. Traditionally, light music
isn’t by composers. Tell a room full of people that they are
going to hear a piece by Louiguy, or Monnot, or Kosma, and they will
stare at you with blank faces. Announce "La vie en rose",
"Milord" or "Autumn leaves" and they will know what
you mean. But why is it that, if you play people a piece which is obviously
by a classical composer, they will say afterwards "That was nice,
who wrote it?", while after a popular song they will ask you the
title?
To tell the truth, I wanted to be provocative and set
out the details of the record above with composers first in red followed
by their works. But there was a problem. The Naxos booklet tells me
that "La vie en rose" is by "Edith Piaf-Louis Louiguy".
Well, it says on the printed score that the words are by Piaf and the
music by Louiguy, so can I presume that Naxos list first the writer,
then the composer? Maybe. So if "Tu es partout" is by "Marguerite
Monnot-Edith Piaf", does this mean Monnot wrote the words and Piaf
wrote the music? I don’t know, because ASV, like Naxos, attribute "La
vie en rose" to "Piaf, Louiguy", but for them "Tu
es partout" is by "Piaf, Monnot", suggesting that Piaf
wrote the words and Monnot the music. Other anthologies get into the
same muddle; I have one before me which says "Milord" is by
"Moustaki/Monnot" (Moustaki wrote the words, that’s for sure),
and that "Feuilles mortes" is by "Kosma/Prevert"
(Kosma wrote the music, that’s equally sure). In a few cases a song
was a genuine collaboration between two people (Dempsey’s notes say
that Monnot "co-wrote" various numbers with Piaf) but in the
case of "La vie en rose", "Milord" and "Feuilles
mortes" the printed scores are quite definite about who wrote which.
The fascinating thing is that, in the world of light music, this doesn’t
seem to matter. Imagine getting a record of lieder and finding some
were by "Goethe-Schubert" and others were by "Schubert-Goethe".
To get back to basics, is this a CD to buy? Well, 18
tracks of Edith Piaf in such excellent transfers are self-recommending
but I shall have to point out that in its choice of repertoire the disc
is in a way one for connoisseurs. If you haven’t got any Piaf recordings,
then you will find "La vie en rose" and "Tu es partout"
of "Saving Private Ryan" fame (but is it really one of the
best?). You will not find "Hymne à l’amour", "Non,
je ne regrette rien", "Padam … Padam" or "Milord",
just to name a few titles with which the singer was particularly associated.
These are all later than the cut-off date of 1947 so perhaps a second
volume of later recordings is being prepared?
Christopher Howell