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Jane Birkin by Jean d'Hugues, 1969
                                      
My Life as a Muse
                                                                                                              As the new biopic ‘Gainsbourg: A Heroic Life’  hits theaters this weekend, singer Jane Birkin remembers Serge  Gainsbourg, the great love of her life.                                            
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Jane Birkin                                                                                                                                       | August 28, 2011 10:0 AM EDT                                                             I first met Serge when I went to Paris to audition for 
Slogan,  which he was starring in. I had just separated from the composer John  Barry, so I was feeling miserable. I don’t think Serge thought that I  was particularly attractive or interesting, and he didn’t seem to take  much notice of me.
   Pierre  Grimblat, the director, organized a dinner for us. I was left with  Serge, whom I expected to be very arrogant. I was so surprised when I  pulled him onto the dance floor and he said, “No, I don’t know how to  dance!” Then he walked on my feet, and I thought it was so charming.
 He took me to a Russian nightclub  where he got all the musicians to play the violin for me on the  sidewalk. We went off to another nightclub, and he played with Big Joe  Turner. Later he took me off to the Hilton Hotel, and we went up to the  top floor. When I came out of the bathroom he was fast asleep, which  gave me enough time to go buy the record that we’d danced to. I pushed  it between his toes and crept off back to my hotel. It was the most  romantic of evenings.
 After that we went off to Venice,  and that’s where I fell head over heels. He took away all the pain of it  having not worked with John Barry, and I think I helped him get over  Brigitte Bardot and her leaving him.
 His face was so much more  interesting than any other face I’d ever seen, with extraordinarily sad  eyes and a beautiful mouth. He read me his poetry, and it was always a  play on words. That was such an unusual trait—to be that romantic and  funny.
Sex was his obsession. With the  song “Je T’aime Moi Non Plus,” I did it because I didn’t want anyone  else to do it. It was hot stuff and was banned by the pope and the BBC.  That was the greatest PR we could have, as Serge used to say. 
The Guardian said it was the sexiest song in history. I now know when I die what my signature music will be.
 He was an amazing father and was  terribly moved when our daughter Charlotte was born. She had to be  transferred to another hospital, and I wasn’t allowed to go with her  because I’d caught some malady. Serge went off in the taxi crying with  little Charlotte in the basket—and Yul Brynner was with him because he  was her godfather.
 
 I’ve never gone into why I left  him. He was somebody who drank a vast amount. It started out being funny  the first 10 years, and then it got monotonous. After I left him,  strangely enough, he wrote the most beautiful and best songs he ever  wrote for me.
Our friendship went on until his  dying day. He rang me in London to say he bought me a big diamond  because I had lost one that he’d given me. I said, “Oh, stop drinking,  Serge.” And a day later, on March 2, 1991, he was dead.
 He comes back to me as a ghost in  his corduroy coat, and I clasp him around his waist saying, “Stay on for  a bit longer.” And he says, “No, I’ve got to go.” I miss him. So does  all of France. He had been faithful and kind to the end. 
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