The Concentrated Idiocy of French Cultural Taste

Now, I immediately apologise for the overly general sentiment expressed by the title of this post. I think the cultural nous of those handsome romantics over in Gaul is, largely, impeccable. The New Wave movement, half of Stereolab, Eva Green, the Impressionist collection at the Museé d'Orsay, the accent Peter Sarstedt sings with in 'Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)', Calvados, and soft rock revivalists Phoenix. All totally brilliant. What has today, an idyllic, sunshine filled pre-Summers day, revealed itself by the miraculous powers of the YouTube network, is a video which almost changed all this hard earned appreciation. The following, a song sung by a four year old knave called Jordy, entitled It's Tough To Be Baby, was number 1 in France for FOURTEEN WEEKS. The words escape me.



Did he write it? The subtle, informed comments on the tumultuous life of an infant leaving the 1980's - "My name is Jordy, and I am very small" being a particularly choice translated example, would have us assume so.

"Studio conjurey!" one might exclaim. But then we see this:



Note how quietly fuming Prince seems around the 15 second mark. Incredulity at the state of the contemporary popular music industry? Or rage at the tangible fact that a toddler of a similar stature has had a worldwide dance megasmash as relatively successful as any of his compositions?
And who the hell is the man he kisses?
Unsurprisingly, Jordy was banned from appearing on television and radio in 1994.
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