"Is there anybody going to listen to my story All about the girl who came to stay"...
Thank you John, Paul, George and Ringo.
Scientists say that the music you love when the hormones first flow will remain etched in your brain 'til the end of time... even if your musical tastes become a bit more evolved and intelligent.
I wish i had the copy of Norwegian Wood sitting in a garage in Frisco right here right now. "Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." - Anaïs Nin
after a grey morning, it is absolutely crystal clear blue sky afternoon. Walking along the Weser is brilliant. Even if i have to do it alone.
Though the sun is low on the horizon. "Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." - Anaïs Nin
me no big xmas fan, but when the girls do it (haven't seen or heard this before) why not share with the ET family. It's the second day of xmas here in Deutschland, is that normal elsewhere? "Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." - Anaïs Nin
here's the original, i'll look to find a Roches version i've never heard
"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." - Anaïs Nin
What's weird about this brilliant song to me, now here on a blog begun by a guy living in Paris, reaching a country where French is synonymous with surrender, is that it was the French who first came in contact with Mohawks. Preachers, Jesuit preachers, loads of them. How they got down the St. Laurence rapids we never figured out, but it must have been they were as hardy as we. (Now i'm going to have to find out what Mohawks called those rapids.)
They were afraid we were going to eat them. We didn't, as we found it hard to force feed them to engorge their livers. So we let them survive and prosper.
Which caused our communities to split along French or English lines. To this day.
So when me hears The Band singing about the Acadian diaspora, somehow i can relate.
Merry 2nd day of xmas all, and to all a very good night. "Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." - Anaïs Nin
