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Christine in a cafe with the boulevardiers…

Christine in Paris

 

He met her in a cafe near Montmartre. But he knew her slightly from back home; she’d been in one of his classes. He’d never talked to her, but he’d often noticed her, usually laughing at the center of a knot of young men.

At first, he didn’t recognize her, only saw the back of her head in the cafe, barely noticing the jet black bob of shiny hair. But one of the three men with her at the table kept staring at him. For a while he thought there would be trouble — the young man’s gaze was so intent. Finally, the man walked over.

“You’re from New York?”

“No,” he said, trying to size the guy up. Suddenly, he realized the man was probably gay. He spoke English with the adopted cadence of someone signaling a certain delicacy of spirit.

“My friend,” the man continued, “She thinks she knows you.”

The girl had turned around, a faint, quizzical smile on her face. Then he knew who it was. “I’m not from New York. But I do know your friend, I think. We went to college together.”

He joined them at their table and, after a while, the men left, and he was alone with her.

It was Paris. And she was beautiful.

Neither of them were what you would call free, it turned out, but with their encumbrances half a world away, it was easy enough to give in to the moment.

And the moment gave way to a series of afternoons and evenings and long nights talking and drinking and walking through the streets and along the river. Paris can draw out a moment like that… draw it out into reveries and dreams…

Instead of renting a car and driving by himself to Italy, as he’d long planned, he found himself with the girl, driving along the northern coast.

When they got to St. Malo a series of storms blew in off the North Atlantic, rolling in over the dark walls of the old city and hammering the ancient, rippled windows of the tiny upstairs room in the pension they found, keeping them there for days.

Or maybe they kept each other there. The first morning, he walked out during a break in the rain and bought a small bag of groceries, a loaf of bread, cheese, two bottles of local wine.

He told himself he wasn’t falling in love.

Back home, back on the job after his first real vacation from his first real, career job… he found himself daydreaming about her constantly. She was still in France, in a graduate program oriented to rich Americans, studying post-deconstructionalist, neo-Marxist film criticism. Or something. It seemed to change with every letter.

He dreamed of her and walking by the Seine… or the long days in the little pension in St. Malo.

But she wrote of school, gossiped about her gay male friends and their businessmen boyfriends, made small talk.

He could feel the distance grow. With every letter, she drew farther away.

A lot farther than just the distance from L.A. to Paris…

 

Too Much Trouble Christine

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previous versions
Monday, October 17, 2005
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Tuesday, January 31, 2006

new ‘studio’ recording

lyrics
Too Much Trouble Christine

You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
So Why do I love you, Christine

You’re too much trouble, Christine

Christine on a beach, Christine on a plane
Christine in a cafe with the boulevardiers
Christine on the set Christine in my head
Christine in my heart and tearing up my bed

You’re too much trouble, Christine…

Christine I’m terrified just holding your hand
Christine you twist me up like no one else can
Christine you’re crazy but you got a plan
world domination begins with one man

You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
So Why do I love you, Christine

You’re too much trouble, Christine

(C)2008, TK Major

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Too Much Trouble Christine (v.3)

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Christine on a beach
Christine on a plane
Christine in a cafe with the boulevardiers…

Honest to gosh, I know I’m not supposed to say this, but I like the previous AYoS version of Too Much Trouble better. Not every fire breathing rocker works with the up close, sensitive, slow treatment.

You’re Too Much Trouble, Christine

You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
So Why do I love you, Christine

You’re too much trouble, Christine

Christine on a beach, Christine on a plane
Christine in a cafe with the boulevardiers
Christine on the set Christine in my head
Christine in my heart and tearing up my bed

You’re too much trouble, Christine…

Christine I’m terrified just holding your hand
Christine you twist me up like no one else can
Christine you’re crazy but you got a plan
world domination begins with one man

You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
So Why do I love you, Christine

You’re too much trouble, Christine

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Too Much Trouble Christine

2 Much Trouble

much trouble?

Nah…

Like Goldilocks, the singer in this song seems to think he’s got just enough trouble.

This is, of course, for those who’ve been paying attention (you know who you are and your gold star is in the mail), the second version of this song in two days.

I didn’t hate the first version (or I wouldn’t have put it up, hey?), despite a number of flaws, not the least of which were heart arhythmia-producing timing lapses. But I like this ver better. Still, you shouldn’t be surprised if, sometime in the next year or so, yet another version pops up here. (But not tomorrow, I swear.) Don’t ask me why I’ve become infatuated with this tune. It’s as mindless as a JayCees mixer, for sure. Yet, somehow, it’s re-ingratiated itself with me after a decade of neglect.

One thing comes to mind… out of hundreds of songs… this is one of the very few tunes one might actually consider a love song. (As opposed, don’t ya know, to broken heart songs, cryin’ in your beer songs, gonna end it all songs, etc…)


You’re Too Much Trouble, Christine

You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
So Why do I love you, Christine

You’re too much trouble, Christine

Christine on a beach, Christine on a plane
Christine in a cafe with the boulevardiers
Christine on the set Christine in my head
Christine in my heart and tearing up my bed

You’re too much trouble, Christine…

Christine I’m terrified just holding your hand
Christine you twist me like no one else can
Christine you’re crazy but you got a plan
world domination begins with one man

You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
So Why do I love you, Christine

You’re too much trouble, Christine

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You’re Too Much Trouble, Christine

think we’re gonna try something new, here.

I recorded this a few days ago and put it aside. As I was prepping the file to use it today, trimming the clunks and thunks off the begining and end and outputting it to an mp3, and I sort of got the song caught in my head.

I started singing it out loud (I live by myself — I can do these things) and finally picked up a guitar and started playing the song much more aggressively and decided I really liked it better.

But us database guys hate wasted anything, so I decided to post this one anway — and as soon as I get done with this post, I’m going to hit the big red button and record what I’m hearing in my head right now, and, barring unforseen circumstances, like the sudden onslaught of a bout of good taste or better judgement, I should post that version tomorrow. So, it’ll be an opportunity for comparative analysis and criticism. In fact, for my next project, I think I’ll just do a year’s worth of different versions of this song.

By the way, this is yet another song from the ’96 project, The Barista Cycle. Oh, yeah… and yes, I am painfully aware of how much the tempo varies, sometimes within a bar or two in today’s version. All I can say is, wait’ll you hear tomorrow’s version.


You’re Too Much Trouble, Christine

You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
So Why do I love you, Christine

You’re too much trouble, Christine

Christine on a beach, Christine on a plane
Christine in a cafe with the boulevardiers
Christine on the set Christine in my head
Christine in my heart and tearing up my bed

You’re too much trouble, Christine…

Christine I’m terrified just holding your hand
Christine you twist me like no one else can
Christine you’re crazy but you got a plan
world domination begins with one man

You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
So Why do I love you, Christine

You’re too much trouble, Christine

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