August 26, 2010
Very young COOOOL Serge Gainsbourg*The Killer and (drunken) Incest Man play guitar backstage!
*Jerry Lee Lewis | Serge Gainsbourg | Printemps de Bourges | The Killer and Incest Man play guitar backstage
*Private footage never aired (for good reason |This is the video about that.
|If videos wore clothing, this video would wear a pink ruffled tuxedo shirt under a Leopard skin Smoking Jacket!"
*almost as excited as the day I found this and posted it on my last FB profile...and YouTube (both of which are gone).Today after doing research for the two new ones (directly preceding this 'outtake'), and realizing that I was missing their favorite dirty uncle (whose only relation to this private X-rated backstage pussy powwow is the coincidence of being taped from the same sweat lodge) ... well, I finally found it stored away 123video.nl ... and wrote this:Fucking Serge Gainsbourg and Jerry Lee Lewis purified France in 1987. Mean fucking hair. The Defest jams I ever saw in my life courtesy of a Leopardskin Jacket--fucking 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 very rared up. They offer five shots of the hands together in a guild of excess and neglect or concern with opinions and morals of society. |He was glad to see Elvis dead and the disadvantaged nest. The fuck-ups were happy to be together in France--all in good humor and improbable meetings. |This video is from the French-Derby Club--it has issued clear, and fucking God loves them for its dissemination to the public, and for its potentiality to the summit of the anti-legendary heroes, never before seen together and never before heard like this (dialog too real to be concantenated by Tosches, too exubernt 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 picturesque." |The relationship of these two architects of the dark side, the side of the fucking rock roll Lethe should be played nine hours per day in a museum somewhere between lunchtime in Paris, France and supper in Ferriday, LA where the price of entry cushions children and men over forty in a Roman Polanski deterioration |I see you mouthwatering at the thought--open it with my blessings; connect to the memory, send your colleagues; 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 shocked by your schadenfreude); revel in its world of "Redneck meets everything French and craven" Horror; thank God you're a fuck-up, and take as its gift the leopard coat. |Happiness so small and insignificant never fails when it comes into a lonely summer night. Serendipity? Fuck him.
*Jerry Lee Lewis | Serge Gainsbourg (1er, 2e ) Le Printemps de Bourges | 1987
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