It's been 15 years since "Common People"came out. Since the early stage of his career as the incarnation of britpop, wearing skin tight polyester shirts, velvet flary suits and lesbiannesque haircut topped by a pair of sunglasses, to becoming a Parisian dandy with a twist (i.e heeled boots and infamous rectangular specs), I haven't stopped fancying Jarvis Cocker. Who has turned 47 (aouch) and lives in Paris (yes!) to raise his son, Albert (aww).
Perhaps it's because of his name, Jarvis. Or the things he says when asked what is his greatest talent: "It's to sing and move my hands at the same time. It's not something I've thought through; it's not that I'm trying to do signing. But it's nice - you can move your hands and shape the words. Shirley Bassey's very good at it".
Or his lyrics, telling little chapters of people's life. To me, he is probably one of the wittiest, funniest and most depressing songwriters of all time. I would love to sit in a greasy spoon and chat about eavesdropping, cheating and 90's raves... And maybe about the time he rushed the 96 Brit Awards stage to display his derriere to Michael Jackson during one of Michael's Christ complex performances. For some Derek Zoolander action by Jarvis, click here
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