Not a Christmas Song

First of all, a clarification. Many Friday Jukeboxers are spinning the Christmas songs these days. Which is fine. But around here, we celebrate Advent first so the Christmas music doesn't start up until, um, Christmas. It's what we do. Except for tomorrow, when JP and I are hosting a Christmas party at "Here's the 80s". I always make exceptions for JP. He's my Poodle. You really should come by if you've got some time.

Back to today's selection: if you know me at all, you know that I love me some punk music. Yes, I do. I was very into punk back in the day and I can still spot a punk riff from 200 yards away. Or something like that.

If you know this song, you probably don't think of it when someone says "punk". But it totally is. Listen. See? And the artist was in fact very influenced by punk when he started out, so there.

For those of you who do not love the French, not to worry. He's Belgian. They never did anything to offend and they invented extremely tasty waffles.

They also grow cute little endive.

We love the Belgians.

But, you may ask, about what is he singing (in French...you can't fool me)? Basically that his whole life is going to hell in a handcart but that's alright with him. Of course, he seriously can't lip sync to save his life but he sure does bounce around like the happiest little nugget. I just dance and dance whenever I hear this song. Punk guitar with a perky pop lyric? Doesn't get much better than that.



Plastic Bertrand "Ça Plane Pour Moi"