A week before her concert appearance in Tokyo, I call Jane Birkin. That's Jane -- heavy breathing on the raunchy 1969 Serge Gainsbourg classic, "Je t'aime . . . moi non plus" -- Birkin.
"Hello, Jane?"
"Hello . . . hello, the reception isn't very good. I am on top of a mountain somewhere near Madrid. Can you hear me?"
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