Pamela Phillips Oland
I was a student in Paris at the Sorbonne. I walked down a winding staircase into the blue lit mirrored Club Tabou, in St. Germaine des Pres, and heard "Ne Me Quitte Pas." I stood still, and the room spun around me as I closed my eyes and got caught up in Jacques Brel's haunting song, and I was so moved that I decided that's what I must do with my life. And that's what I've done with my life, and never stopped thanking Jacques Brel for his eloquence and talent.