Violette & Johnny

Once upon a time, Violette fell in love with an American GI named Johnny, but his parachute failed to open, so she never got married and looked after her old parents 'til their death. She was still wearing pretty hats and ermine, pointing out that her sex life was over. After that terrible human crash landing, she used to call her dogs Johnny, but the last one she had was a girl... Well, never mind, let's pretend the dog is a boy, or a gay dog, wearing ribbon. He didn't know about homophobia, after all.

One of our most famous singers in France is Johnny Halliday. As for Johnny-the-dog, the name is a pseudonym, as he was born Jean-Philippe Smet (not that sexy). Johnny-the-singer became famous in the sixties because he was young, blond and attractive. He was holding a guitar too, and people started to say he was our local Elvis Presley.

One of his first hits was a cover of The House of the Rising Sun, though he never went to jail, never dropped Jeff's riffle in the bushes after shooting the lone rider crossing the land - my head in my hands, never performed in Folsom prison neither, but Johnny is still performing every year in Bercy, the largest venue in Paris, yeah man.

Auntie Violette was not particularly fond of Johnny Halliday, she rather prefered Frank Sinatra. 

But it's a French blog, so I had to mention our local 67 years old star, riding from the Belgian lands to Montmartre Hill like the nonchalant Lucky Luke lonesome cowboy.