A song that reminds me of somewhere
The most honest choice here would be Self-Esteem by The Offspring, which I can’t hear without being dragged back (somewhat against my will) to my undergraduate nights out at Metros, Cardiff’s dingy alternative rock club. But instead, I’m going to go with three songs that soundtracked my living in Paris, as wittily described here, when I had nothing to listen to but Oui FM and these songs were a welcome break from the Cranberries and the Chili Peppers. Louise Attaque’s Comme on a dit has a fabulous violin riff, and is about as good as French rock gets. Alors C’est Quoi by Les Rita Mitsouko is a glorious electro-pop song, with a rather over self-consciously kooky video. The one I’m selecting though is in English, from a band who I’d never heard of before and so are inextricably linked with Paris in my mind, even if this song is now a staple of film and TV soundtracks. I’ve never been sure whether this song should be a guilty pleasure, but, for me, a pleasure it certainly is.
Shivaree: Goodnight Moon
