Jerry Lee Lewis | Serge Gainsbourg | The Killer and Incest Man backstage
*Private footage never aired (for good reason)
Today after doing research, realizing that I was missing my favorite dirty uncle...well, I finally found it stored away...and wrote this:
Serge Gainsbourg and Jerry Lee Lewis purified France in 1987. Mean fucking hair. The defest jam I ever saw in my life, courtesy of a leopardskin jacket--drunken eyes, sir...fucked up.
It's about incest and backstage domestics...and honing the guitar.
It has a pink ruffled tuxedo shirt. Serge is rared up. They offer five shots of the hands in guiltless excess, neglect, nor concern with opinions, morals, or society.
He was glad to see Elvis dead.He could finally rest.
The fuck-ups were happy to be together in France--all in good humor and improbable.
This video is from a French Fan Club--it has issued clear, and God loves them for its public dissemination, and for its potentiality to summit the anti-legendary heroes never before seen together; never before heard like this; dialogue too real to be concatenated by Tosches; too exuberant to be invented for the annals of popular music.I want to burn in Hell indelibly in the soul of its irreverent lasciviousness.
Strong and strange is its innocence, and from their mouths, dare I say it?"Quintessence, nary more picaresque."
The relationship of these two architects of the dark side--the side of rock 'n' roll Lethe--should be played nine hours per day in a museum somewhere between lunchtime in Paris and supper in Ferriday, where the price of admission is as padded as the upholstered velveteen cushions on which recumbent children and men over forty commingle in Roman deterioration.
I see you mouthwatering at the thought.Open it with my blessings; connect to its memory; send it to your colleagues with its subtle message impossible to pin down; tattoo its URL to your bicep, or above your butt crack; force your wife or girlfriend to recite it from memory; commit crimes against nature in its name: illegal cunnilingus, hummable fellatio (God-fearing citizens will be exalted in schadenfreude); thank God you're a fuck-up, and take as its gift its leopardskin coat.Happiness so small and insignificant never fails a lonely summer night.Serendipity?
Fuck him.