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Title: A leftbank rendezvous
Author: Max Bell
Source: No. 1
Publish date: April 20 1985


Stephen Tintin Duffy and Anne Pigalle star in a leftbank Rendezvous.

A play in three acts by Max Bell. Stage design by Stephen Carr.

Scene: Bates, an expensive nouvelle cuisine restaurant in Londonís Covent Garden. A group of three men are sitting at a corner table. They are waiting for a fourth person, female, French. She has just released her first single ĎHť Strangerí on ZTT. She is two hours late.


Duffy: Iíll bet sheís just found the date is with someone she doesnít want to meet. Either that or itís good for the image. If she doesnít turn up can you say I didnít come either. Then Iíll look cool too.

Some more time passes. The stranger arrives. She has a groovy French accent.

Pigalle: Sorry Iím a bit late. The traffic was awful. Poh! Iíve never known it so bad. What sort of interview is this anyway?

Duffy: Itís a blind date. Just chat away as if you know me.

Pigalle: Have we ever met?

Duffy: No, never.

Pigalle: Itís a bit contrived, níest ce pas?

Enter stage left, a camp Australian waiter carrying plates of food. Fish for Duffy, veal for Pigalle and a nice bottle of white wine. They eat.

Pigalle: Mmmm dauphinoise potatoes. They come from the area my mother was born in. I tried to make them once. I like cooking sometimes. Iím getting into it.

Duffy: I always eat out. I canít cook at all.

Bell: Perhaps some more wine might, err, lubricate the conversation.

Duffy (Quietly): Not so much lubricate it, more a question of getting it started (chomps).

I read an interview with you in Blitz by way of preparation.

Pigalle (crossly): You shouldnít have! It was terrible. The guy eez a real jerk. A typical frustrated bloody journalist. Didnít know what he wanted.

He was very nice to me and then went away and got everything wrong. Blitz is supposed to be stylish. It was just like Sun bitchy crap.

Duffy: It wasnít that bad. Nice pictures.

Pigalle: Hmm. I find photographers think, ĎOh French girl, certain type of picture neededí. They hardly ever get across any personality. They project something onto you that isnít real.

Duffy: Itís interesting to see how other people respond to you though. Sometimes they just plaster you with make up and you look silly.

The Daily Star arenít very original with their pictures either (drily).

Pigalle: Robert Erdmann did some photos of me. He thought I should be photographed at night.

Duffy: Yeah? He did me at night too. I looked awful but I still liked him.

Pigalle: He gave me a present, a book. It was a modern version of Brassaiís Parisian pictures, people in modern clubs.

Duffy: Oh! I didnít get any presents but he told me I look like Clark Gable so Iíll forgive him anything. And he made me look my age, 24. Quite often I look 16 which is very embarrassing.

Pigalle: You look a bit like Steve Walsh (a musician), a definite similarity.

Duffy: Do I? (slightly irritated)

Pigalle: Mmmm, oh definitely.

I havenít been in the pop world that long. I donít understand it and I donít want to.

Duffy: Iíve only been doing it since 1982 when I got my first deal and went to America. When I was younger I wanted fame but Iíve realised since I can survive without it.

Pigalle: My life isnít glamorous.

Duffy: Aah, mine is. We differ again. Some people would think this meal was quite glamorous.

Bell (perkily): Itís certainly bloody pricey.

Duffy (ignoring him): Stardom was a factor but I forgot it when ĎKiss Meí was a hit. I get recognised, which I assume is a certain stardom but people only know you from an image.

Pigalle: I never have the same image twice. Iím a different person every day. No one recognises me yet but they might soon.

Duffy: They donít usually say much apart from Ďbought the record and liked ití. Then thereís an embarrassing silence. Or they wave at you and grin. But I was always popular in my home town.

Pigalle: Which is?

Duffy: Birmingham.

Pigalle: I went there once.

Duffy: Why?

Pigalle: I canít remember.

Duffy (casually): I tried to book you once at a club I was helping run called The Duma Express but you wanted a Yamaha piano which was impossible. 1983 it was.

Pigalle (taken aback): I never heard about this! A guy tried to get me some gigs once. Pfui! Amazing.

This is good (lips smacking noisily).

Duffy: What? Oh the food! I thought you meant the conversation.

Pigalle: That? Mmm. Would you prefer to live there now?

Duffy: After London it seems very depressing. I suppose you can appreciate the sense of community but it doesnít have any nice architecture left because of the war. Where we lived they built the motorway right across the end of our garden. It isnít a grand looking place like Glasgow.

Pigalle: I went to Glasgow once. We (Pigalle and her piano playing sidekick Nick Plytas) were supposed to tour with The Associates.

Duffy: {airily): Oh! So you know Billy then.

Pigalle (sighing at memory): Yeeeeees. I like Ďim but the way he plays gamesÖ he tried to be so clever all the time. It ended up with him being so rude that we were sitting there insulting each other.

Bell: Sounds hilarious. Wish Iíd been there.

Duffy: Often young artists do play games with each other. Theyíre trying to keep up an image.

Pigalle: True. In France we have an expressionÖ everyone has got his stec to defend!

Bell: Comment?

Pigalle: Stec, as in bif-stec. The popworld is so competative, itís very tough. But people want the power of an image to look good, the English find this a trauma. Yíknow all those expensive clothes on pop stars when half the people are really poor? The country is rich of course but the standard of living here is dreadful.

England is a funny place, so grey! Itís weird, the whole place is grey and yet people can wear what they like and no one says a thing!

In France everyone is more colourful, their homes are warmer and more comfortable, and yet if you wear anything unusual people are shocked! Odd that such a grey country should produce so many interesting people.

Duffy: Thereís no strong movement in music or fashion anymore. Everyone accepts theyíre rehashing the past. The critics donít like that, but itís all labels and designers.

Just because people are seen wearing Crolla on Top of the Pops doesnít mean everyone can afford Crolla.

The music scene just rapes the past. Same with videos. Most of those are merely promotional tools.


They pause to order puds. Duffy orders lime sorbet with fresh kiwi fruit and fresh pineapple. Pigalle sticks to the Drambule syllabub with glazed almonds. Conversation turns to foreign journalists.

Duffy: Iíve done England, Japan, Ireland. In Germany they donít know the meaning of Ďlaughing all the way to the bank.í

Pigalle (raising an eyebrow quizzically): Laughing? Bank? What is this?

Duffy: Well, I actually said to him ĎIím laughing all the way to the left bank.í

Pigalle: Quite an existentialist statement, non? Thereís a line in one of my songs which is very romantic ó you could make love to it. It goes: ĎThe wave is here to bring you back, itís the call of the bank.í

Bell: Eh?

Duffy: But, ah, back to foreigners. The Japanese are very polite.

Pigalle: I donít like them.

Duffy: They tend to know everything about you. Itís impossible to have a conversation with them though. They just ask questions, thereís no sense of dialogue between two people.

Pigalle: I donít know who I will appeal to. Teenagers? It seems a bit incongruous. My music is about experiences. Perhaps older men. I talk in an intimate way so maturer people are more likely to understand.

Who do you write for? Teenage girls?

Duffy: Well, my music is also intimate I think. Girls are an important market of course. Not that I aim my music at anyone in particular.

Pigalle: But pop here caters so much for the young! Itís terrible if no one caters for the older people. The older men thing is a myth too I suppose. It prolongs the image. I just take young boys (laughs).

Duffy (perking up): I think teenagers are well condescended to by the music business, the magazines and record companies ó the double packs and picture discs.

Pigalle: I think itís dreadful. Pop should be about dreams and brain work, not just consumption. It doesnít work on me. Suddenly Duran Duran are popular so EVERYONE wants to be Duran Duran. It isnít very innovative. They are innovators of a sortÖ

Duffy: True. You get innovators and a hundred copiers.

Pigalle: Are Duran innovators? Did you say that?

Duffy: I thought you did.

Pigalle: Did I?

Duffy: It certainly wasnít me. Never mind itís on the tape, we can find out later. Letís have some coffee.


Afterwards Pigalle and Duffy share a cab back to West London. Duffy suggests they should meet again some time. He wonders if the blind date was successful. Or was it a bit dreary?

Pigalle is laconic and gives nothing away. Behind the Gallic cool she is really quite shy.

A few days later Duffy holds a gallery opening to display pictures and paintings from the ĎKiss Meí video. Pigalle arrives two hours late. They talk happily and in a relaxed manner. Yes folks, this has been another instalment In No.1ís ceaseless efforts to bring pop stars together.