Nobody embodies the French rock of the '60s better than Jacques Dutronc. Not only did he go out with (and later marry) that other leading face, Françoise Hardy, he quickly transcended his songwriter-for-hire origins by recording a better version of “Et moi, et moi, et moi” than the person it was written for, setting the wheels of a long career in motion. His jaunty, scruffy garage rock was indebted to British and American sounds, sure, but he infused it with a chanson sensibility, giving French youth their first homegrown artist who sang their lives back to them in immediately obvious terms.