So, don't judge me, but I googled Celine Dion. I wanted to see if she was REALLY French-Canadian, because I had a sneaking suspicion that she was a Canadian imposter. Kind of like Keith Urban acting all country and shit in his songs, and it's like, dude, Keith, you're from Australia. You have your own white trash stereotypes there, you don't need to borrow ours. Go be the next Steve Irwin or Crocodile Dundee something, cos we sure as hell don't need another Garth Brooks or (G-d forbid!) Toby Keith.
Anyway, this post isn't about Keith Urban, it's about Celine Dion.
So it turns out that Celine Dion is, in fact, French-Canadian. Well, actually I'm still not convinced, but Wikipedia seemed to think so. Anyway, I clicked on a link to her husband's Wikipedia page, and I soon learned that there is so much more to the creepy old man behind Celine Dion--turns out he was in a pop group in the 60's who were apparently Quebec's answer to The Beatles. Which raises the question: do The Beatles require an answer? Aren't they sort of like the rhetorical question of bands?
And if there is an answer to the question of The Beatles, are these guys the answer?
I believe the evil-looking fat one on the left is Celine Dion's husband.
Obviously I was intrigued and immediately went to do some aural research on itunes. Do yourself a favor: search for "Twist and Shout" by the Isley Brothers. Just listening to a clip of it will make you want to dance. Put on headphones, turn the volume way up, and completely shatter your eardrums. Totally worth it.
Now go search for the Baronets' version of the same song, called "Twiste et Chante." Not only will you want to stab your ears with the nearest sharp instrument, but you will also find yourself pushing for legislation that requires everyone on the planet to learn English, effective immediately.
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