A euphoric Paris critic recently told his readers of an artist whose work has "an intense living presence because it is drawn from the pulsing daily life of breathing humanity." This panting prose was directed to the achievements of a 31-year-old singer named Mick Micheyl. With Juliette Greco, who last week was breathing her dusky ballads to patrons of Manhattan's Waldorf-Astoria, Mick is the most extravagantly acclaimed of post-Piaf popular French "art" singers. Singers Micheyl and Greco look as if they may become the most exciting exports from the Paris nightclubs since Piaf began looking at the unrosy side of La...
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