"I was 16 years old, the young girls were crazy about me. A producer made me a proposal by telephone to make a record. I said, 'I'm not sure I know how to sing.' He took his guitar, played some harmony. Cling! 'Can you copy that?' Ouiinnng! 'Super, go to the studio.' All was prerecorded. There was nothing more than to sing this idiotic song. Problem: I'm unable to. 'Not serious,' decided the producer. 'I'll be in charge, you do the chorus.' Ouiiiiinng! 'Good to agree, are you willing to talk.' And the record was sold on my name. That being a collector's item, I destroyed all copies I could find."
He missed one. Download: . Many thanks to mr_henry_gale on LJ.
ETA: Some of you may recognize this from the old place.
