So, since I've been home from France I've felt like I should go back to school.
[Insert me whining here.]
I'm secretly (or not so secretly) looking forward to learning all kinds of good stuff, and I'm very openly annoyed about being a poor graduate student living in a crappy basement apartment in Madison, WI. Even though I haven't even applied to the program yet.
Shall I share with you my master plan?
Go to school and get my Master's. (Right now looking at PFMP at Univeristy of Wisconsin-Madison and French Pedagogy at NYU)
Get a job at a university or junior college.
Use my faculty/staff benefit to take fine arts classes and become a famous painter, quit my day job, and move to the French countryside where the most difficult decision I will make each day is if I should do plein air painting or use my awesome studio.
Good plan, right?
I know. If you need any help formulating an awesome plan of your own, just let me know.
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Friday, August 7, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
No More Pencils, No More Books...
... you all know how this finishes, right?
School is done.
I took four tests last week:
1) French Cinema
2) France and Europe (politics)
3) Phoetics
4) Written exam (grammar, conjugation, essay, reading comprehension, listening comprehension)
and today I ACED my verbal French exam. It consisted of choosing from a hat one of 8 texts the teacher had decided upon, preparing in the back of the room (with a blank text--not my own, and no dictionary) while another student had their exam, and then sitting down with two professors, reading out loud to them, and then giving a summary of the text, my own thoughts, and answering any vocabulary questions they had for me.
The student before me struggled a little bit with knowing the vocabulary for his text, and they asked him a lot of questions, so that's what I expected for mine. But after I read a sample of the text, my professor said, "Okay, the time is yours."
That's it?? The student before me at least got a, "Okay, so what do you think of the relationship between these two characters?"
So, I just talked for a few minutes. Essentially, here is the idea of the text and a general idea of what I said:
My text was from the Lettres Philosophiques by Voltaire. This particular letter was about how the willingness of British subjects to be involved in commerce created additional liberties for them as indiviuals, helped the State at large to progress, and even helped the mighty British navy to become what it was at that time.
Voltaire compares this to the Germans, who he said were too obsessed with discovering and proving their noble ancestry to be involved in business affairs, and the French, who he said could buy a title for the right price, then spent the rest of their lives thinking the most important information they would need to know was what time the king arose and retired, all while looking down their noses at the merchants.
His point was that even though the merchants in France might be ashamed of themselves because they hear themselves spoken of so degradingly all the time, they were doing more to help the country progress than the "powdered" courtisans.
Interesting, no? I thought it was, anyway.
After I gave my schpiel, the two professors said, "Very good. Really, very good. Ummmm..." and then they looked for vocabulary to ask me about. But, sneaky like I am, I had purposefully used all of the difficult words in my summary, so they knew I understood them.
So, that was it. They thanked me and sent me on my way.
Yep, I'm awesome.
(Well, today I felt awesome. Ask me about my conjugation skills some other time.)
School is done.
I took four tests last week:
1) French Cinema
2) France and Europe (politics)
3) Phoetics
4) Written exam (grammar, conjugation, essay, reading comprehension, listening comprehension)
and today I ACED my verbal French exam. It consisted of choosing from a hat one of 8 texts the teacher had decided upon, preparing in the back of the room (with a blank text--not my own, and no dictionary) while another student had their exam, and then sitting down with two professors, reading out loud to them, and then giving a summary of the text, my own thoughts, and answering any vocabulary questions they had for me.
The student before me struggled a little bit with knowing the vocabulary for his text, and they asked him a lot of questions, so that's what I expected for mine. But after I read a sample of the text, my professor said, "Okay, the time is yours."
That's it?? The student before me at least got a, "Okay, so what do you think of the relationship between these two characters?"
So, I just talked for a few minutes. Essentially, here is the idea of the text and a general idea of what I said:
My text was from the Lettres Philosophiques by Voltaire. This particular letter was about how the willingness of British subjects to be involved in commerce created additional liberties for them as indiviuals, helped the State at large to progress, and even helped the mighty British navy to become what it was at that time.
Voltaire compares this to the Germans, who he said were too obsessed with discovering and proving their noble ancestry to be involved in business affairs, and the French, who he said could buy a title for the right price, then spent the rest of their lives thinking the most important information they would need to know was what time the king arose and retired, all while looking down their noses at the merchants.
His point was that even though the merchants in France might be ashamed of themselves because they hear themselves spoken of so degradingly all the time, they were doing more to help the country progress than the "powdered" courtisans.
Interesting, no? I thought it was, anyway.
After I gave my schpiel, the two professors said, "Very good. Really, very good. Ummmm..." and then they looked for vocabulary to ask me about. But, sneaky like I am, I had purposefully used all of the difficult words in my summary, so they knew I understood them.
So, that was it. They thanked me and sent me on my way.
Yep, I'm awesome.
(Well, today I felt awesome. Ask me about my conjugation skills some other time.)
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Did I Mention
that a friend of mine from high school emailed me the other day saying that an elementary school near her (in Davis County) is starting a French immersion program and is desperately looking for teachers?
Hm. I wonder if they're desperate enough to hire someone who has taugh French to elementary school kids before, but doesn't actually have a teaching certificate. (Really, I did lesson plans, handouts, gave grades, the whole bit. For two years, actually.)
My guess is no. But I think I might try anyway, just to see.
Hm. I wonder if they're desperate enough to hire someone who has taugh French to elementary school kids before, but doesn't actually have a teaching certificate. (Really, I did lesson plans, handouts, gave grades, the whole bit. For two years, actually.)
My guess is no. But I think I might try anyway, just to see.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Phonetique, Linguistique, Orthographe (Phonetics, Linguistics, Spelling)
Strange things are a-happenin' with my language skills these days. French spelling and pronunciation have very little to do with one another (as our phonetics professor keeps drilling into our heads--"Stop looking at the word--just say it!" But in a nice way, not a drill-sergeant way.). So phonetics and understanding how to recreate sounds independent of spelling is important.
However, it's causing some problems with my spelling in English.
Don't worry that while chatting with my dad just now I wrote. "Okay. Love you. Buy."
Or that while writing the above pseudo-quotation from my phonetics professor I put TWO P's in Stop(p).
Help(p)!
However, it's causing some problems with my spelling in English.
Don't worry that while chatting with my dad just now I wrote. "Okay. Love you. Buy."
Or that while writing the above pseudo-quotation from my phonetics professor I put TWO P's in Stop(p).
Help(p)!
Friday, March 6, 2009
Daily Metro and Commuter Train Rides = Lots of Reading Time (and a marathon of a blog post... sorry)
I spend at least two hours every day in the Metro or on the commuter train (RER) going to and from school, Institute, church, museums... take your pick.
What this all adds up to is homework time and time to read. Sometimes I just read the free newspapers that are distributed at the Metro entrances, but I recently bought a few books at various libraries (bookstores) around the city.
They were all brand new and cost way too much. I won't be making that mistake again. There are SO many used books for sale in Paris, I think I could probably find any book my little heart desires. It just takes some patience to sort through the piles and piles (and piles) of books.
I'm pretty sure I'm going to be hoarding as many classic French reads as I can get my hands on while I'm here. At less than 5 Euro a pop, and sometimes as cheap as 20 Euro cents, it's worth the cost of shipping them home to myself a few at a time. I don't think I could ever have too many things to read in French--especially if I decide to become a teacher in the next couple of years. As my current French teacher says, "La lecture (reading) teaches us spelling, vocabulary, grammar and style." So frankly, it would be silly not to take advantage of the thousands of used books at my fingertips.
But I digress...
Without further ado, here are the books I have recently read, accompanied by my reactions and impressions.
1. Parle-moi d'Amour. (Talk to Me About Love.) I blogged about this when I bought it, and I really enjoyed it. It's a play, which is actually one of my favorite forms of literature to read as it leaves so many of the details in the scene to my imagination. It's about a husband and wife who come home after a business dinner for the husband's job and get into a huge argument. They say terrible things to each other, talk in circles around each other, push each other's buttons, and are just flat-out awful to each other for the majority of the play (it's only one act). In the end they resolve their differences, and what emerges--at least what I got out of it-- is quite simply the fact that they both felt old, under-appreciated, and like they were being pushed aside as their spouse pursued more appealing circumstances. But once everything got laid out on the table, they both admitted how deeply they still loved each other.
I really liked this play because I think it conveys a lot of true aspects of human nature, especially when it comes to the subject of love and how we and others perceive our achievements or failures.
I think many people (not all, of course) are so intent on protecting themselves from being hurt or seen as silly or strange that they hamper their own ability to feel and express deep emotion. I know I can be this way. That doesn't mean I don't love people really deeply; actually it's quite the opposite. I feel like I love people almost too quickly (and I'm not even talking about romantic love). I think people are truly amazing. I try (though I don't always succeed) to see the good in people, and I have quite a high opinion of most people. But when it comes to telling them these things, I get overly-timid, because I don't know if they'll think it's weird that I think they're amazing after knowing them for just a short time. So, rather than going out on a limb and possibly looking stalker-ishly impressed by them, I just say nothing at all. And frankly, I think that's wrong.
So, there's self-awareness lesson #1 that has taken place in my life over the last few weeks.
2. The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. What an amazing story. And a beautifully crafted book. Jean-Dominique Bauby, who was the editor of ELLE magazine, suffered a massive stroke that left him completely paralyzed except for the movement of a few facial muscles and the ability to blink one eye. He couldn't walk, talk, eat solid food, or do anything for himself. Yet he still managed to keep his mind extremely alert and his sense of humor intact.
Not only that, but he managed to communicate with those around him through a poster depicting the French alphabet in order of how frequently the letter is used. The interlocuter would begin reciting the letters in order, and he would blink when they got to the letter he wanted them to write.
I can hardly imagine writing a book while having all of my faculties and senses about me, let alone not having the ability to bounce ideas freely off those around me and relying on this painstakingly-long process of letter-by-letter dictation.
At the end of the book, I was just astounded by the things Bauby conveyed not only through his words, but through the work itself, in the simple fact that it existed at all. What a testament to his will.*
Coincidentally, I finished this only a day or two before getting hit by a bus and coming out of the whole situation with nary a broken bone to be found.
Put the two together, and the result is one girl who is extremely grateful for her physical independence and the incredible biology of the human body, as well as the resilience and determination of the human spirit. Reading this book reminded me that (self-awareness lesson #2) there really is no reason not to go for my dreams, and there's nothing you can't accomplish if you're willing to put in the very un-glamorous and often un-appealing elbow grease that will be required.
3. The Bookseller of Kabul. The basic premise: The author met a bookseller from Kabul and asked if she could live with his family for a year to see what day-to-day life was like in Afghanistan. He welcomed her into his home and the life of his family, and this is her portrayal of the different family member's roles as she observed them. I have mixed feelings about this book. The author admits that she "filled in the blanks" so to speak with the thoughts of the different people she writes about. She tried to portray all of the different things that were happening in the lives of the different members of the family, but without formally sitting down and getting each family member to dictate to her their own story in their own words (which, to be fair, would have largely undermined her purpose for being there). She says that she tried to convey their story as she thought they would have, given the chance, and based on her year of speaking and interacting with them. So that's something that impacted how I digested the book.
That being said, I really enjoyed reading it. It was eye-opening, heart-wrenching, maddening, funny, ironic, and wistful all at the same time. There are so many things going on in this book that I can't even really give you a plot overview. But when I finished, I was sincerely grateful for my life. My independence, my ability to express an opinion on anything and everything, the non-issue of going to school, having a job... so many things that I may not have been able to do if I had been born and raised somewhere else and that I take for granted ALL the time.
4. En Attendant Godot. Waiting for Godot, in its original French version. I'm not actually done with this one yet, but my impressions of it so far are: chaotic, aggravating, and really difficult to understand in French. I have a feeling I'm going to be terribly annoyed at the end of the play. During Lucky's "monologue," I felt like I was going to have a heart attack because he was stuttering and repeating himself so much. No life lessons here so far. :)
Whew. You made it through. I wish I had some kind of reward to offer you. But I don't. Instead I'll just wish you a wonderful weekend (and maybe a book or two to keep you on your toes).
*This is the kind of thing that makes me think everyone is just awesome, whether we know it immediately or not.
What this all adds up to is homework time and time to read. Sometimes I just read the free newspapers that are distributed at the Metro entrances, but I recently bought a few books at various libraries (bookstores) around the city.
They were all brand new and cost way too much. I won't be making that mistake again. There are SO many used books for sale in Paris, I think I could probably find any book my little heart desires. It just takes some patience to sort through the piles and piles (and piles) of books.
I'm pretty sure I'm going to be hoarding as many classic French reads as I can get my hands on while I'm here. At less than 5 Euro a pop, and sometimes as cheap as 20 Euro cents, it's worth the cost of shipping them home to myself a few at a time. I don't think I could ever have too many things to read in French--especially if I decide to become a teacher in the next couple of years. As my current French teacher says, "La lecture (reading) teaches us spelling, vocabulary, grammar and style." So frankly, it would be silly not to take advantage of the thousands of used books at my fingertips.
But I digress...
Without further ado, here are the books I have recently read, accompanied by my reactions and impressions.
1. Parle-moi d'Amour. (Talk to Me About Love.) I blogged about this when I bought it, and I really enjoyed it. It's a play, which is actually one of my favorite forms of literature to read as it leaves so many of the details in the scene to my imagination. It's about a husband and wife who come home after a business dinner for the husband's job and get into a huge argument. They say terrible things to each other, talk in circles around each other, push each other's buttons, and are just flat-out awful to each other for the majority of the play (it's only one act). In the end they resolve their differences, and what emerges--at least what I got out of it-- is quite simply the fact that they both felt old, under-appreciated, and like they were being pushed aside as their spouse pursued more appealing circumstances. But once everything got laid out on the table, they both admitted how deeply they still loved each other.
I really liked this play because I think it conveys a lot of true aspects of human nature, especially when it comes to the subject of love and how we and others perceive our achievements or failures.
I think many people (not all, of course) are so intent on protecting themselves from being hurt or seen as silly or strange that they hamper their own ability to feel and express deep emotion. I know I can be this way. That doesn't mean I don't love people really deeply; actually it's quite the opposite. I feel like I love people almost too quickly (and I'm not even talking about romantic love). I think people are truly amazing. I try (though I don't always succeed) to see the good in people, and I have quite a high opinion of most people. But when it comes to telling them these things, I get overly-timid, because I don't know if they'll think it's weird that I think they're amazing after knowing them for just a short time. So, rather than going out on a limb and possibly looking stalker-ishly impressed by them, I just say nothing at all. And frankly, I think that's wrong.
So, there's self-awareness lesson #1 that has taken place in my life over the last few weeks.
2. The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. What an amazing story. And a beautifully crafted book. Jean-Dominique Bauby, who was the editor of ELLE magazine, suffered a massive stroke that left him completely paralyzed except for the movement of a few facial muscles and the ability to blink one eye. He couldn't walk, talk, eat solid food, or do anything for himself. Yet he still managed to keep his mind extremely alert and his sense of humor intact.
Not only that, but he managed to communicate with those around him through a poster depicting the French alphabet in order of how frequently the letter is used. The interlocuter would begin reciting the letters in order, and he would blink when they got to the letter he wanted them to write.
I can hardly imagine writing a book while having all of my faculties and senses about me, let alone not having the ability to bounce ideas freely off those around me and relying on this painstakingly-long process of letter-by-letter dictation.
At the end of the book, I was just astounded by the things Bauby conveyed not only through his words, but through the work itself, in the simple fact that it existed at all. What a testament to his will.*
Coincidentally, I finished this only a day or two before getting hit by a bus and coming out of the whole situation with nary a broken bone to be found.
Put the two together, and the result is one girl who is extremely grateful for her physical independence and the incredible biology of the human body, as well as the resilience and determination of the human spirit. Reading this book reminded me that (self-awareness lesson #2) there really is no reason not to go for my dreams, and there's nothing you can't accomplish if you're willing to put in the very un-glamorous and often un-appealing elbow grease that will be required.
3. The Bookseller of Kabul. The basic premise: The author met a bookseller from Kabul and asked if she could live with his family for a year to see what day-to-day life was like in Afghanistan. He welcomed her into his home and the life of his family, and this is her portrayal of the different family member's roles as she observed them. I have mixed feelings about this book. The author admits that she "filled in the blanks" so to speak with the thoughts of the different people she writes about. She tried to portray all of the different things that were happening in the lives of the different members of the family, but without formally sitting down and getting each family member to dictate to her their own story in their own words (which, to be fair, would have largely undermined her purpose for being there). She says that she tried to convey their story as she thought they would have, given the chance, and based on her year of speaking and interacting with them. So that's something that impacted how I digested the book.
That being said, I really enjoyed reading it. It was eye-opening, heart-wrenching, maddening, funny, ironic, and wistful all at the same time. There are so many things going on in this book that I can't even really give you a plot overview. But when I finished, I was sincerely grateful for my life. My independence, my ability to express an opinion on anything and everything, the non-issue of going to school, having a job... so many things that I may not have been able to do if I had been born and raised somewhere else and that I take for granted ALL the time.
4. En Attendant Godot. Waiting for Godot, in its original French version. I'm not actually done with this one yet, but my impressions of it so far are: chaotic, aggravating, and really difficult to understand in French. I have a feeling I'm going to be terribly annoyed at the end of the play. During Lucky's "monologue," I felt like I was going to have a heart attack because he was stuttering and repeating himself so much. No life lessons here so far. :)
Whew. You made it through. I wish I had some kind of reward to offer you. But I don't. Instead I'll just wish you a wonderful weekend (and maybe a book or two to keep you on your toes).
*This is the kind of thing that makes me think everyone is just awesome, whether we know it immediately or not.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
le bon usage
In French academia, there is one grammar book that rules them all. Initially created as a self-collected series of grammar rules, le bon usage (translates directly as "the good usage," or more correctly as "on correct usage") is THE resource for all questions grammatical in the French language. Maurice Grevisse is the one who did the inital compilation (to use in his own teaching), and although he has passed away (1980), his son-in-law has continuted the tradition of providing updated editions at regular intervals, the last being the 14th edition in 2007.
My French teacher told us about it in class, and although he told us he wouldn't make us buy it, he did insist that if a long-term study of the French language was in our plans (10 years or more), it was simply indespensable for understanding all of the complexities, contradictions, and "exceptions" that exist in French.
My French teacher told us about it in class, and although he told us he wouldn't make us buy it, he did insist that if a long-term study of the French language was in our plans (10 years or more), it was simply indespensable for understanding all of the complexities, contradictions, and "exceptions" that exist in French.
So I bought it yesterday. It is 1600 pages, and I had to auction off my virginity to buy it.
No, it wasn't really that expensive, considering that it's an investment in my education. It is quite the massive book, though. So I'll be sending it home with my parents when they come in April. My teacher said it's more complex than anything we would need this semester, but I'd rather get it now and send it home than get home and pay to ship it across the globe. I know how expensive THAT can get, and last time all I ordered was a dictionary on CD-ROM.
So, needless to say, books are some of the things I'll be stocking up on while I'm here and sending home with loved ones.
(Side note: one of the rules that is surely explained in le bon usage is the use of capitalization. In French, many of the things we capitalize in English are simply not capitalized. Ever. Like french and english, or wednesday and january, or east and west. They're all left in lower case. Is it hard for you to read those without wanting to capitalize every one of them? Welcome to my world.)
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
I Should Also Mention...
1) I love my French class. My teacher is really personable and I think I'll learn a lot from him.
2) I don't get guys here. I think I might have said this already, but it seems like in Utah no guys want to commit. Here, every guy wants to. Or maybe they just want sex. That's probably it. (edit: I'm talking about guys I didn't meet at Church. Obviously.)
3) I think it's wierd to give someone an affectionate nickname when you've only ever had one conversation face-to-face. (This bullet point has been edited to avoid causing offence.)
4) The Catacombs won the poll this week, so I'm going to try to head over there on Saturday. I'll have to take a look and see when they're open. I'll be sure to take as many pictures as I can.
2) I don't get guys here. I think I might have said this already, but it seems like in Utah no guys want to commit. Here, every guy wants to. Or maybe they just want sex. That's probably it. (edit: I'm talking about guys I didn't meet at Church. Obviously.)
3) I think it's wierd to give someone an affectionate nickname when you've only ever had one conversation face-to-face. (This bullet point has been edited to avoid causing offence.)
4) The Catacombs won the poll this week, so I'm going to try to head over there on Saturday. I'll have to take a look and see when they're open. I'll be sure to take as many pictures as I can.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Super-duper-Superior
That is officially my rank along the language-capacity spectrum in the Sorbonne's eyes.
Well, not the super-duper part, but the Superior part!! Hooray! (Superior, by the way, is the highest ranking. So, it goes without saying that I felt good about that. But I'm going to say it anyway because I'm so Ego-centric!)
I went to take the first part of my language proficiency test today. It was easy. Of course I made mistakes, but they had more to do with remembering to match my nouns with the proper endings to their adjectives (masculine and feminine) than anything. Oh, and a couple of vocabulary problems on the more advanced portion of the test. But I was the first one done, if that means anything (which it doesn't). Oh, and I didn't mess up on purpose. I did my best, because I figure if I'm going to pay 1400 Euro, I might as well try hard.
Once I was done with the test I met with one of the teachers so she could correct the test and do a preliminary oral proficiency test. We chatted for a few minutes about where I was from and if I had ever been to France (when/where/why). After a couple of minutes she said, "I can see without any problem that you are the Superior level both gramatically and phonetically." I didn't expect her to come to that conclusion so quickly (or at all, frankly. I thought I would be Advanced, not Superior), so it took me by surprise when she thanked me and wished me a good day.
Well, thank you very much.
Looks like that BA degree was in fact good for something.
Well, not the super-duper part, but the Superior part!! Hooray! (Superior, by the way, is the highest ranking. So, it goes without saying that I felt good about that. But I'm going to say it anyway because I'm so Ego-centric!)
I went to take the first part of my language proficiency test today. It was easy. Of course I made mistakes, but they had more to do with remembering to match my nouns with the proper endings to their adjectives (masculine and feminine) than anything. Oh, and a couple of vocabulary problems on the more advanced portion of the test. But I was the first one done, if that means anything (which it doesn't). Oh, and I didn't mess up on purpose. I did my best, because I figure if I'm going to pay 1400 Euro, I might as well try hard.
Once I was done with the test I met with one of the teachers so she could correct the test and do a preliminary oral proficiency test. We chatted for a few minutes about where I was from and if I had ever been to France (when/where/why). After a couple of minutes she said, "I can see without any problem that you are the Superior level both gramatically and phonetically." I didn't expect her to come to that conclusion so quickly (or at all, frankly. I thought I would be Advanced, not Superior), so it took me by surprise when she thanked me and wished me a good day.
Well, thank you very much.
Looks like that BA degree was in fact good for something.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
The IPA
I took a French linguistics class a couple of years ago where we had to memorize* the International Phonetic Alphabet.
You might not think it is interesting, but I am completely fascinated. It's a great resource for linguists because it allows you to understand how a word should be pronounced in another language, even if you have no experience with the language outside of the IPA.
Singers also use it according to Wikipedia (which I had never thought of before, but it totally makes sense). (Hello, Josh Groban??)
We also used this a little bit in an English Language class, in which we also learned about different regional dialects and pronunciation patterns in the US.
This NPR clip highlights some examples of these differences, focusing on the Northern states in the US.
So fascinating.
Maybe when I'm back from Paris I'll do a masters in linguistics and travel around the world gathering "research" on the way words are pronounced in different places.
*I don't remember it anymore. I wish I did.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Cross Processing of Photos and Films :: the Creepy Cotton Candy Effect
I have never been able to figure out what crossprocessing was actually called until TODAY. I always called it the "creepy cotton candy" effect because of the eeriness I feel it lends to the photo or film, while at the same time really intensifying the colors.
Reminds me of the Fabuleux Destin d'Amelie Poulin. Interesting movie. I got a CleanFlicks version just before they went under if anyone ever wants to borrow it.
It's also possible to get this same effect through Photoshop, apparently (one day I'll own it).
What do you guys think of this particular effect? Is it creepy to you at all, or is that just me? I tend to associate it with "flashback" moments in movies where someone is remembering a traumatizing event they experienced as a child. I also associate it with clips or pictures of eerie-looking deserted carnivals. That must be where my homegrown "creepy cotton candy" name came from.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
More French Tunes - "La Tribu de Dana" by Manau
French Celtic rap.
What, that's not your favorite musical genre?
Yeah, I know. It sounds seriously weird. But I actually like this group, Manau (although I don't think they are still together).
I'm not usually a fan of rap, and even though I speak French I only understand about 1/3 of the lyrics. Even taking those two facts into consideration, I still love this song. No vulgarity, no drugs, no gangs, no inappropriate comments about women... the lyrics are actually about a fictional battle between to Celtic clans (like I said, I know it sounds weird).
Have a listen. It's surprisingly catchy. Everyone I've ever forced it on has been surprised.
What, that's not your favorite musical genre?
Yeah, I know. It sounds seriously weird. But I actually like this group, Manau (although I don't think they are still together).
I'm not usually a fan of rap, and even though I speak French I only understand about 1/3 of the lyrics. Even taking those two facts into consideration, I still love this song. No vulgarity, no drugs, no gangs, no inappropriate comments about women... the lyrics are actually about a fictional battle between to Celtic clans (like I said, I know it sounds weird).
Have a listen. It's surprisingly catchy. Everyone I've ever forced it on has been surprised.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Tété :: "A La Faveur de L'automne"
A post on another blog this week reminded me how much I enjoy French music.
I absolutely LOVE this song. Yes, it's in French. But even if you don't know the language, you may be able to appreciate the unique sound of his voice and the great tune.
Click on the link below to lisen to the song via YouTube.
A la Faveur de l'Automne
Now I'm thinking of all kinds of other songs to share with you...
I absolutely LOVE this song. Yes, it's in French. But even if you don't know the language, you may be able to appreciate the unique sound of his voice and the great tune.
Click on the link below to lisen to the song via YouTube.
A la Faveur de l'Automne
Now I'm thinking of all kinds of other songs to share with you...
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