On June 20, 2005, my faux French band Les Sans Culottes showed up for our strangest gig to date: an appearance in federal court.
I can only imagine what was going through the mind of the Honorable Richard C. Casey. Here was a judge who had presided over numerous prestigious cases (he rendered the verdict declaring the Bush administration’s 2003 partial-birth abortion ban unconstitutional). He now commanded the bench before a splintered band that, for the last seven years, had dressed in psychedelic outfits, playing loud music in stinky bars while pretending to be French. I suspect Judge Casey was thinking the same thing I was: How did I get here?
The track was recorded in Hollywood that same year by our good friend producer and film composter extraordinaire Michael Andrews.
Last year Google featured the track in an ad campaign for it’s new phone. Click here to watch the video…
Jean-Luc Retard has been many things to many people. Today, he loves mostly wine, women and song—not necessarily in that order
Retard is a pisces and enjoys sushi.
Allô Allô was written by Jean-Luc and recorded and produced by Michael Andrews in 2003.
Oui, NNP are truly international superstars. Last weekend in the Los Angeles Times, Jean-Luc talked about « Le Chateau » — the song about his favorite LA hotel, The Chateau Marmont.
« WHERE does inspiration come from? Sometimes, apparently, it’s born at poolside.
The first time Dan Crane went to the Chateau Marmont he had to sneak by security, and he ended up in the pool, skinny-dipping with friends and marveling at the star-dusted glamour of the storied hotel on Sunset Boulevard. Drenched and giddy, he looked up to see a blond starlet on a Gucci billboard watching over him. « I felt like I was floating on the leftover high of Jim Morrison and John Belushi and all the orgies in all the bungalows through the years. »
And, on the other side of several ponds, « Lawnmower Boy, » NNPs ode to gardening and lawncare was licensed for a Slovenian cellphone commercial. We can’t understand what they are saying (much as Americans fail to understand us), but we like it when the girl takes her shirt off.