Music... when you move to a new country it is the music that gets under your feet, it is the steps that take you closer to their soul, it is the sound that helps you understand where they are coming from, it is the essence, the lyrics, the rhythm that takes your hand and pulls you in.
If you want to be French you gotta know Georges Brassens, Jacques Brel, Edith Piaf... some of Yann's favorite artists.
When French husband was seven he would hold the chimney broomstick as a microphone and sing, "Que Je T'aime" by Johnny Hallyday," (A French Elvis.) He told me, "I loved that song and I sang it all day long. Johnny was screaming his love for a girl...and God, it ripped my heart open every time!" I would have loved to have met French husband when he was seven.
.... The song that reminds that man of mine, and me, of our time at the I-Beam, of how we met... Was a song from Rita. Way back then, in 1986 a French song hit the America's top ten (If not it should have!) Rita were so advanced for your time....
Music connects you to a time and place. Certain songs bring you to the dance floor of your past, of a time in your childhood, to a moment, a 'freeze frame' that comes alive when the first note hits the air... there you are like a lucid dream... taken back by music.
An old song, a silly 1960s song, that takes me back.... My memory comes alive again and again, I am a child, six, or seven I have rubber boots on and rolled up jeans, my hair is in braids. I walk into our Dairy barn, my Dad is squatting between the cows in their stalls, he is milking. The milk machines are hissing and humming, the smell is manure, hay and fresh cream, my Dad looks up and smiles at me. The radio haphazardly is sitting in the wall crook. The song Pussy Cat by Tom Jones is playing.
What song(s) define you?