Serge Gainsbourg - La Javanaise (1968) Well, Lucien… Serge…
Not giving a damn about the consequences as a motto to enjoy this “life.”
“There’s an equilateral triangle in my life, made of Gitanes, alcohol, and women. Not isosceles. Definitely equilateral,” he specified in life…
“Died from smoking too many cigarettes,” Liberation titled when he died, portraying a striking image of what that Man had been.
An authentic god in France, loved unconditionally just for who he was. Genuine madness, like when he colored La Marseillaise with reggae, shocking the respectable who insulted him and accused him in every way… He responded with a big laugh and a middle finger raised high.
Gainsbourg and Gainsbarre… the two people who inhabited him; the second always won… genius, madman, maniac, eccentric, bipolar, alcoholic, devastated… “Quand Gainsbarre se bourre, Gainsbourg se barre”…
And he was mad and brilliant every minute until the end… Only one moment: when he was struck by a heart attack, he tried to avoid the stretcher, telling the nurses it wasn’t fitting to be carried away like that, then complained about the blanket, which he called “hideous”… after the operation, he had Jane Birkin bring him a huge pack of perfume bottles “so we can cover the smell of smoke”…
In the end, devoured by cirrhosis, practically blind, he became prey to his demons. His true terror, his enemy has always been the fear of loneliness, the absolute need to be loved.
So ugly… so seductive and irresistible that he made some of the most beautiful and desired women fall in love...
Goodbye Serge…
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