The Fredösphere

I've never cared for Edith Piaf.  Pardon me, but her singing is the perfect expression of a certain personality type that needs to be slapped around.  Since I'm not one to give women the back of my hand, I find no attraction in it.  (My prefered medium of abuse is blogging.)

So I'm driving to work and I'm listening to WKAR Classical Music out of Michigan State University.  Carmen is the theme, and Mark Schwitzgoebel announces a Piaf song called Carmen's Story.  My expectations are low -- but then I hear it.  (You can hear a bit too, from track 21 on this page.)

The name of this genre must be Goofball Demonic.  I suppose I like it because Piaf is showing some spine and shouting, not wimpering her way one more time through whatever the French is for "smack me again, I'm a bad person."