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The last video, the funniest, the one which is doing it.

Just a bit like a housemovie between friends.

A really nice crew.

Sacrifice.

Finally, my friend the Singing Lizard is achieving some recognition in his dear country…

So happy..

JESSO:
I like that video because it kind of glows, like a glossy magazine.
And of course, I adore the voice of this singer.
Who is he?

The Lizard:
He is a baritone from Djibouti, making a hell of a carrier entertaining Somalian pirates with western education and targets!!!

JESSO:
What a program!
Poor, poor guy!
Does he do that all by himself?
Shouldn’t I give him a hand?

The Lizard:
Yeah! He needs a seriously bulletproof vest because apart from those pirates who don’t like his singing, he is mostly put in danger by NATO!!!…

JESSO:
O! I see.
Well, I think I do.
And I’ll think about it and I’ll try my hand at it.
Except that, for the moment, I try to help a Chinese who, for reasons unknown to me, is singing in English AND Greek.
Is there such a huge Chinese community in Greece?

Info:
There, I am a little silly because I know for a fact that Chinese companies manage a large part of the port of Piraeus.
It is their main stop in the Mediterranean.
I also know that major trade agreements are being made between China and Morocco.

The Lizard :
Yes there is, every year it’s growing bigger and bigger and we didn’t even had any colonies there!
Imagine if we had!!!
2,500 years ago Alexander the Great had reached up to Tajikistan and created a city there, Alexandria Eshati, todays Hojad (meaning in the Tajik language exacty what “Eshati” means too that is “the farther most”) but China?! Never!!!…

Info:
329 BC, to be exact, Alexander conquered Kabul and went through the gorges of the Hindu Kush.
He was in pursuit of Bessus that he captured near the river Oxos River in Uzbekistan.
He advances to Kyrgyzstan and Tajikistan, where the people still wears the same headgear that the ancient Macedonians.
Here he captured the Sogdian Rock, also known as the Rock of Ariamazes, a Sogdian fort.
And there he founded Alexandria Eshati in the Himalayas!

JESSO :
Thank you very much for the information!
That Iskander!

Info :
Arabic name of Alexander, in Turkish, is Iskender.
In fact, in the derivatives, I like Sacha, the most, but I’ve never heard anyone calling Alexander the Great, Sacha, while Iskander, yes, I did!
Quite often, in Morocco.

The Lizard :
Yeah!
He was a great strategist, a conquerer and mostly (it must have been right after he sung “Overcast Sunday” and “O Sole Mio” to the Babylonians I think) all the people of the East still remember him and cherish him almost like the best man who ever stepped on Earth!!!
Nobody can say the same for Bush, Blair, Cameron, Obama, Sarkozi, Merkel, Berluskoni, Zapatero, Papandreou and the rest of the NATO gang country leaders, isn’t that so!!!

JESSO:
Speechless, I am.
That’s an achievement!!!

Info :
Why am I speechless?
Because I know nothing about the singing talent of Iskander.
While I know since a tender age about his dad, and even more about his horse.
Called Bucephales as that poor thing was afraid of his own shadow.
And that clever boy, realised that.
Hence, the name which means 2 heads.
I know also, that, neither I, nor my partner in this, have abused substances.
Because he is at work and, well, I hate altered states.
However, doubt invades me …
Is there not some confusion here?
Unless this is some identification.
Desire, of probable conquests, but with a noble aim, maybe a conquest by music …
or, a reconquesta?
Never mind!

The Lizard:
As far as my knowledge about history serves me well, I think that it was the Egyprians who liked “I won’t go to the Concert Hall” more when Alexander first sung it at the temple of Ammon Ra for the shooting of the “Upper Egypt Got Talent” show!!!
Ancient historian Josephus notes that the 3 Egyptian Priests that were the judges of the talents parading on stage, raved about it!
After that they named him a Pharao and they gave him Egypt to rule!!!

This song, you know.
Where you told me:
“And then you can’t sing.
Come on!
You have a wonderful voice.
And a lot of crooked humor… hehe!”
And I answered:
“Yeah, I don’t doubt the fact that I can sing.
I just wish I had Pavarotti’s or Fragoulis’s voive + their elegance of expression.
But I suppose that I want too many things, don’t I?!…”
And the rest is history!

JESSO (a bit distract):
My Chinese-Greek is again in front of my wall.
Wall and China are 2 words which go together well, no?
I think he is stating something interesting.

No Lizardly answer.

JESSO :
O!I was not aware of such a troika…
Troika, aren’t they supposed to be voted?
Then, very poor, but happy me, hasn’t got a telly.
And I think this is the clue to my ignorance.

Silenced Lizard.

JESSO:
I thougt Egypt was only very high when it comes to movies.

Silence of the Lizard.

Trying to put this wonderful conversation back or in another context.
JESSO: Lol, are you a Belgian in disguise?
Because it looks very much like it to me.
And I should know.

The Lizard :
No I’m not!
I’m an Antarctic leopard seal in human disguise who loves warmth and light more than I love the white in the snow, the blue of the deep sea or the underwater sound of imperial penguin rib bones crashed by my teeth!!!
Anyway, it sucks when black, white and yellow feathers stuff your mouth instead of meat so red, almost feminine!!!

JESSO:
That old story about our ancestors being fish-y invading you mind is making me a bit afraid…
(I had this is mind while asking)

http://www.h2o.net/magazine/culture-mythes-et-realites/divinites-et-mythes-de-mesopotamie/7.-les-creatures-aquatiques.htm

I blocked at that and I was nearly unable to fix my attention on the rest…
Black yellow meat, red, mine…
O! Like in Jessamine?

The Lizard:
Oh come on Jessamine!!!
It’s just the inspiration of the day!!!
Well, I must admit that sometimes I go too sureal, don’t I?!

JESSO: Lemme see!
In fact, Omar Kayam invented al Gebra!
But Belgians, whatever the Frenchies say, invented surrealism.
So, deep down, Belgians are Persians.

Info:
This Greek being sometimes a little like a Belgian, so perhaps he is also a bit like Persian, isn’t it?
Secondly, and by the way, I always or almost always, thought that the Parsifal of Wolfram von Eschenbach was Persian, too.

Lizardly silence.

JESSO :
Could you sing a song Arabian-like on our very own Lewis Carollian exchange of today?

Then, an inexplicable move in the discussion happens:
The Lizard:
As far as I’ve experienced in my visit in Wallonie, Belgians are in Western Europe literary by mistake!!!
I don’t know about the Flemish people but you Walloons are so warm people!!!!

JESSO:
Then, you should go to Scotland.
Boy, I love that folk.
I love the Flemishes too, you know.
Wouldn’t I be utterly masochist if I was not?
I learn their language, I holidayed with them, I live in their middle.
And so what the woman who understand me the best and reverse IS Flemish.

Info: some of them.

http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tadjikistan)

http://greekethos.org/2008/articles/04 20Macedonia/Chronology%%% 20Alexander 20wp.pdf

http://www.worldtravelguide.net/tajikistan

From a joke interview with my favorite singer.
The Belgian number one fan of the Lizard Singing/ Jessamine Radiguet aka C.D.
Soon to be: a fan page on facebook.

As now some time has gone by, since
those innocent descriptions of cabbages’ fields,
wind is the maize and chasing rain,
bathing birds and frolicking dogs!

What is my now is hard to describe.
Something like an emotional upheaval.
The life turning upside down…
And yet not exactly that either…
Of course everybody,
every single body warned me about” it”.
Quite…

I wrote that a long time ago.
About all what endured
I was even unable to explain.
But now that I am turning the page,
I can say it was a hell.

Some people decidedly
seem to prefer to live there.
A hell creates by themselves.
Where they try to take
those who show compassion.
Playing every tunes to receive
what they see as their due.
Or what they imagine, they need.

The most unnecessary things
seem a must have for them.
Absolutely nothing can change that
in their distorted minds.
In fact, whoever resists them
then, is in danger.

But there is always a time
when one realize.
A time when reasons from the disturbs,
their uncanny talent to play the game,
like all their lies about this and that
except when
and only when
the truth can hurt,
then, truth equals the lies,
by way of achievement.

There is a time when prayers are heard.
Something happens to give us strength.
Something happens which helps us to get out.
And understand we can and have to withdraw.

This is now.
At least for me.
To follow

Ob für Kleidung,
Immobilien oder Fahrzeuge,
gibt es tatsächlich Strömen.
In den letzten Jahrzehnten
Autos nahmen an Rundheit, was Frauen verloren.
Merkwürdig ist, dass obwohl die meisten einig sind, dass …
Monica Bellucci prächtig ist,
es ist nur selten wir
diese Art von Frauen in Modeschauen sehen.

Wie bei Häusern,
hier die Mode geht von Blockhäusern
zum Villa in einer Villa Stil.
Auszählung von Plattitüden
dass ich hier mache.
Ich bin vollkommen einverstanden mit Ihnen.
Schade.

Es ist das gleiche für Kunst.
In der Musik dank Aufnahmen,
kunnen Sie zuhören
bestimmte Passagen aus Hauptwerke…
und ich fand,
dass nach einem Zustrom von Tenöre,
das dauerte ungefähr ein Jahrhundert,
die Countertenöre vom Barock sind wieder in Kraft.
Dies gilt insbesondere im Radio
Ich habe nichts dagegen,
aber es ist ein bisschen anstrengend
auf nur eine Art von Stimme zu hören.

Zumal,
wenn ich genieße es von Zeit zu Zeit,
meine persönlichen Geschmack sind mit

Bariton,
auch Bass Bariton gleich.
Im Pop-Musik und Rock and Roll,
es ist ein Rekord
das ist oft heimgesucht
von den bösen Jungs.
Bad boys.
Im Repertoire genannte klassische,
es ist fast nie das “Beau” wer Bariton ist.
Meisten sind sie Clowns, oder Vertrauten.
Sondern: Don Giovanni!
Der kann man nicht wirklich nennen
der ideale Schwiegersohn…
Oder irre ich mich?
Bizarr, nicht wahr?
Da es scheint, dass die Mehrheit der Männer
sind Baritone…
Sind alle diese bösen Jungs?

Meine Damen, ich bin sehr interessiert
in was Sie fühlen,
wann sie diese unterschiedlichen Männerstimmen hören .
Ich lade Sie ein mich zu sagen, was Sie denken.
Wissend, dass Elvis …
Wenn wir über Stil reden, ja?
Was ist der Trend?
Was sind Ihre Vorlieben?
Wie bei vielen Sachen,
persönlichen Geschmack sind Konstruktionen.
Oder Gerüste.

Wenn Sie reisen und leben und arbeiten in einem Land
außer Ihrer Muttersprache und Vater land,
wäre es auch nur für ein paar Monate,
Ihr Ohr wird zu neuen Klänge erzogen werden.
Darüber hinaus die gleiche Musik
klingt nicht überall gleich.
Auf den ersten Blick
diese Vorstellung mag seltsam erscheinen,
aber Sie wissen so gut wie ich:
Ihr Radio klingt anders
in Ihrer Küche
als in Ihrem Badezimmer.
In einem Raum voll oder leer.
Usw.

Wie Dufte,
Musik hat die Macht, unsere Erinnerungen zu speichern.
Wenn Sie leben in einem fremden Land
Ihre Erinnerungen werden für immer gedruckt
mit seinen Duftstoffe und seine Musik.
Je mehr ergreifend die Erfarhung selbst schon ein schwaches
Echo können Erinnerungen wecken,
und dann wird dieser Periode sich in Ihnen stark erleben.
Das ist genau das, was passiert
mit der Musik von Singen Eidechse

Mein Leben in Griechenland
und mehr noch,
auf Kreta,
hat Spuren hinterlassen außergewöhnlich stark in mir.
Zum Teil ohne mein Wissen.
Oder vielleicht im Laufe der Zeit,
bin ich vergessen.

Dennoch
Ich erinnere mich an ein kleines Restaurant
im Herzen von Brüssel
wo ich war mit einem Mann
Ich sehr liebte …
Plötzlich machte die Musik mich taub, stumm,
und etwas eher selten,
versperrte mir den Appetit.
Doch die Feta Salat war sehr lecker.

Oder dieser Zeit
Urlaub am Balaton,
wo ich meinen Freund bat zu gehen
denn der Wind war die Radiofrequenz schwankte
gerade dann, wenn sie vergangen einem griechischen Lied.
Ein Fall des Tropfens …
All dies ist so alt,
Fast verchwunden,
Verblasste Erinnerungen…

Die Tatsache, dass es war das erste Mal,
Ich lebte und arbeitete
in einem fremden Land,
hat wahrscheinlich dazu beigetragen
zum Teil auf diese Situation.
Aber wenn die Chefs
im Restaurant, in dem ich arbeitete,
war Inhalt
die traditionelle griechische Lieder drehen,
Ich würde nicht dieses außergewöhnliche Resonanz gehabt haben
das Singen EidechseVersion
von Sonntag Bedeckt.
Aber dann war dies kaum der Fall.

Ich habe nur bekannt gewesen
dieser nach einer gewissen Zeit
und viele E-Mails mit Singen Eidechse ausgetauscht.
Ich fand seine Stimme
ungewöhnlich differenzierte und sensible,
emotional aufgeladene
um Ihnen die Wahrheit sagen …
Ich dachte, niemand könnte gleichgültig sein.
Ich war so überzeugt.
Singen Eidechse und ich weiß, es ist nicht so.
Ich muss es akzeptieren
aber ich hoffe, seine anderen Songs
wird Sie verführen.

Konfrontiert mit seinen anderen Videos,
Ich hatte eine ziemlich schüchterne Annäherung.
Ich habe keinen Fernseher habe,
so bin ich sehr wenig Erotik ausgesetzt,
Ich erkannte, welche nur an diesem Sonntag
ist so ziemlich dort aufhält,
wie überall,
und in einer solchen Stunde,
dass es ließ mich erstaunen.

Erotica ist sehr präsent
in einigen der Videos,
aber es ist Geplänkel,
stark ätzend
und immer in einer relativ
expliziten symbolischen Zweck.

Ich war übermäßig empfindlich darüber,
so sehr, dass
Ich war sogar ein wenig Angst von der Eidechse.
Ich findet ihn mit einem Menschenfresser
nicht als unbeschwerte als Hagrid,
Harry Potter ist einer.
Ziemlich lustig
wenn ich jetzt darüber nachdenke.

Natürlich ist er vehement.
Leidenschaftlich politisiert.
Aber es ist genau diese,
das bringt uns zusammen.
Warum?
Es ist das Verdienst der Griechen
dass ich eine Farbe in der Politik gefangen.
Gerade in Chania, Kreta.

Bei der Wahl endete,
die Faschisten gewonnen haben,
zumindest dort,
und ich fühlte eine schreckliche Verzweiflung
eindringenden mein Freund das Herz
dass offensichtlich nicht.

Diese Verzweiflung ist erwacht
in jüngster Zeit in Griechenland
aus einem anderen Grund
und übertragen
durch diesen Song Interpretation
dass ich so viel Liebe.

Aber
weil die Bitterkeit
Sieg über die
wer kann nicht mehr weinen,
es verwandelt sich
in Sarkasmus
von der Eidechse,
vor allem in “Nessum Dorma”.
Es ist eine griechische Anpassung,
eine Aufforderung zur Erweckung
in der aktuellen politischen Kontext.
Ich werde darüber später sprechen.

Ein paar Worte über die “Ode an die Freude”,
wo er diskutiert die aktuellen Schwierigkeiten,
anständig zu leben in Griechenland.

Wie ich an anderer Stelle gesagt,
man fragt sich, warum
plötzlich der wohlhabendsten
der europäischen Staaten
haben wollte, dass die Annexion
der ärmeren Länder.
Mit den Ergebnissen
dass einige von ihnen
sind nun gezwungen,
in eine bittere Strenge.
Das ist genau der Fall von Griechenland.

Mein Freund der Ansicht,
dass als eine Wiederholung von dem,
was passiert während des 2. Weltkrieges.
Doch statt territoriale Annexion,
eine subtilere eins.
Das Geld,
dass der Bank weltweit, etc..

Ich werde über die einzelnen Songs sprechen
am Rande ihrer Videos.

ΣΥΝΝΕΦΙΑΣΜΕΝΗ ΚΥΡΙΑΚΗ
Synnefiasmeni Kyriaki
bedeutet Bedeckt Sonntag ….

Dieser Song wurde erstellt
genau den Tag
der Invasion Griechenlands
durch Deutschland.
An sich
eine ganze Geschichte schon.
Wer in unseren Ländern wirklich vorstellen?
Wer weiß das?

Es ist auch ein bisschen seltsam
mit Ihnen darüber sprechen
heute
als ich ein Buch gelesen
über den ersten Tag
der Invasion der Niederlande
von den Nazis …
Ich las es gestern Abend.
Und glauben Sie mir,
bis die Bomben fielen,
die Niederländer gedacht
sie waren geschützt
durch ihre Neutralität.

Dieser Song ist Teil
der griechischen musikalisches Gedächtnis.
Oft ist es in Griechenland gesungen.
Bei einem schnelleren Tempo,
mit der Bouzouki’s, Zimbal,
usw..
Manchmal, auch bei Hochzeiten.
Die meisten der Zeit,
es gibt nicht ein so dichtes Emotion
wie in diesem Singen Eidechse Version.

Die Harfenistin ist Yolanda Kondonassis.
Sie ist Amerikanische
und ihre Herkunft erraten!
Griechisch.
Die Musik ist
den berühmten Kanon von Pachelbel.
Es ist,
und es ist kein Zufall,
Deutsch.

Um ehrlich zu sein,
Ich mochte nie dieses Stück Musik.
Raten Sie mal warum …
Wegen “Rain & Tears”
der beliebten Aphrodite’s Child’s.
Ich vermute, Sie wissen, wer sie sind …..
Was war ein bisschen seltsam,
war, dass sie in Englisch gesungen
nach Frankreich zu erobern.
Eine wahre Achillesferse.

Was startete schlecht
von Griechen
ist von den Griechen zu heilen.
Während der Suche
ein Musik aus
Miss Kondonassis ….

Genau hier:
Cardia mou …
Mein Herz.

Nun ja, Dieser Song zeigen wirklich,
das Herz eines Mannes von Herzen.

Whether for clothes,
homes or vehicles,
there are indeed currents.
In recent decades,
cars took to roundness what women lost.
What is strange is that,
although most agree that …
well, Monica Bellucci is gorgeous,
it is only rarely
that we see this type of women
in fashion shows.

As for the houses,
here the fashion goes from blockhouses
to villa’s in a villa-ish style.

Enumeration of platitudes
that I’m doing here.
I totally agree with you.
Too bad.

It’s the same for Art.
In music,
thanks to recordings,
you can listen
to certain passages of more substantial works …
and I found that after an influx of tenors
that lasted around a century,
the countertenors from Baroque
are back in force.

This is especially true in radio
I have nothing against it,
but it’s a bit tiring
to hear only one kind of voice.

Especially since,
if I enjoy it from time to time,
my personal tastes go to baritone,
even bass baritone.
In pop music and rock and roll,
it’s a record
that is often haunted
by the bad guys.
Bad boys.
In repertory called classic,
it’s almost never the “Beau”
who is baritone.
Most of the time,
the clowns, or confidants.
Except as stated below,
Don Giovanni!
Who you can’t really call
the ideal son-in-law …
Or am I wrong?

http://www.cosmovisions.com/baryton.htm

Bizarre, no?
Since it seems that the majority of men
are baritones rather than…
(See link above:
I do not live miles away from France.)
Are all this guys bad boys?

Ladies, I am very interested
in what you feel listening
to these different male voices.
I invite you to tell me what you think.
Knowing that Elvis …

Let’s talk about style.
What is the trend?
What are your tastes?
As with many things,
personal tastes are constructions.
Or scaffoldings.

If you travel and live and work in a country
other than your native one,
were it only for a few months,
your ear will be educated to new sounds.

Moreover, the same music
does not sound the same everywhere.
At first glance,
this notion may seem strange,
but you know as well as I do:
your radio sounds different
in your kitchen
than in your bathroom.
In a room full or empty.
Etc.

Such as for perfumes,
music has the power to set our memories.
If you live in a foreign country
your memories will be printed forever
with its fragances and its music.
The more poignant was the experience you made,
then even a weak echo of this period
will reflected in you strongly.
That is exactly what happens
with the music of Singing Lizard.

My Life in Greece
and even more so,
in Crete,
has left traces exceptionally strong in me.
In part without my knowledge.
Or maybe with the passing of time,
I ended up forgetting.

Still,
I remember a small restaurant
in the heart of Brussels
where I was with a man
I loved very much …
Suddenly, the music made me deaf, dumb,
and something rather rare,
blocked my appetite.
Yet the Feta Salad was delicious.

Or this time,
on holiday at Lake Balaton,
where I begged my boyfriend to go
because the wind was swayed the radio frequency
just when she passed a Greek song.
A case of the drop…
All that happened so long ago.

The fact that it was the first time,
I was living and working
in a foreign country,
has probably contributed
in part to this situation.
But if the bosses
in the restaurant where I worked,
had been content
to turn the traditional Greek songs,
I would not have had this extraordinary response
to the Lizard’s version
of Sunday Overcast.
But then, this was hardly the case.

I only have been aware
of this after a certain time
and many emails exchanged with Lizard.
I found his voice
unusually nuanced and sensitive,
emotionally charged
to tell you the truth …
I thought no one could be indifferent.
I was so convinced.
Lizard and I know it is not like this.
I have to accept it
but I hope his other songs
will seduce you.

Confronted to them,
I had a rather timid approach.
I haven’t got a television,
so I am very little exposed to eroticism,
which I realized only this Sunday
is pretty much present there,
as everywhere,
and at such a hour,
that it let me astound.

Erotica is very present
in some of the videos,
but it’s banter,
very caustic
and always in a relatively
explicit symbolic purpose.

I was overly sensitive about it,
so much so that
I was even a little scared of the Lizard.

I associated him with an ogre
not as easygoing as Hagrid,
the Harry Potter’s one.
Pretty funny
when I think about it now.

Naturally, he is vehement.
Passionately politicized.
But it is precisely this,
that brings us together.
Why?
It is thanks to the Greeks
that I caught a color in politics.
Especially in Chania, Crete.

When the election ended,
the fascists have won,
at least there,
and I felt a terrible despair
invading my friend’s heart
who obviously were not.

This despair has awakened
in recent times in Greece
for another reason
and is transmitted
through this song’s interpretation
that I love so much.

But
because the bitterness
win over those
who can not cry anymore,
it is transformed
into sarcasm
by the Lizard,
especially in Nessum Dorma.
It is a Greek adaptation,
a call for awakening
in the current political context.
I’ll talk about it later.

A few words about the Ode to Joy,
where he discusses the current difficulty
to live decently in Greece.

As I said elsewhere,
one wonders why
suddenly the most affluent
of the European states
have wanted the annexation
of poorer countries.
With the results
that some of them
are now forced
into a bitter austerity.
This is exactly the case of Greece.

My friend feels that
as a repetition
of what happened during WW2.
But instead of territorial annexation,
a more subtle one.
That of money,
that of the bank’s world’s, etc..

I’ll speak about each songs
on the margins of their videos.

ΣΥΝΝΕΦΙΑΣΜΕΝΗ ΚΥΡΙΑΚΗ
Synnefiasmeni Kyriaki
means Overcast Sunday ….

This song was created
exactly the day
of the invasion of Greece
by Germany.
In itself,
a whole story already.
Who in our countries
really imagine that?
Who knows this?

It’s also a bit strange
to talk to you about it
today,
as I read a book
about the first day
of the invasion
of the Netherlands
by the Nazis …
I read it last night.
And believe me,
until the bombs fell,
the Netherlanders thought
they were protected
by their neutrality.

This song is part
of the Greek musical memory.
It is often sung in Greece.
At a faster pace,
with the bouzouki’s, cymbalon,
etc..
Sometimes, even at weddings.
Most of the time,
it doesn’t express such a dense emotion
as in this Singing Lizard’s version.

The harpist is Yolanda Kondonassis.
She is American
and guessed her origin!
Greek.
The music is
the famous canon by Pachelbel.
It is,
and it is no coincidence,
German.

For the record,
I never liked this piece of music.
Guess why …
Because of Rain & Tears
of the popular Aphrodite’s Child’s.
I suppose you know who they are…..
What was a bit strange,
was that they sang in English
to conquer France.
A true Achilles heel.

What started badly
from Greeks
is heal by Greeks.
While searching
a music from
Miss Kondonassis ….

Right here:
Cardia mou …
My heart.

Well, yes,
this song is truly laiding bare
the heart of a man of heart.

By that fabulous singer of the Wolfe Tones.

Honestly.
We are far here from the Ireland of green meadows, pouring or brown rain.
And the ponys…
And all what makes Ireland attractive:
Wiskhey, Guinness and all the other shenanigans…
Because as soon as it came to my mind, I saw the face of Bobby Sands.
3 years ago I was so very surprised when after searching the net I found out he died in 1981…
It seemed so long ago….
Anyway.
One thing is sure, Ireland has a lot of strong voices.
Strong music.
Sometimestoo, very delicate, like the tunes of O’Carollan.
Unfortunately, nothing very nice is to find on youtube.
Fact is that it is true as well for the version of Paddy Reilly:
it doesn’t even exist there.
And Luke Kelly is too raucous for me.
So, I admit that from one to the other,
I went to Phil Lynott’s Old Town too.
Without speaking of the various Carrickferguses.
Including-excluding Ronan Keating.
But all that was so serious, sad and so on,
that I searched again for the Star of County Down:
no Wolfe, no Van Morrison, so I passed…
and it is a good thing that Eileen came to my mind.
O! Gonna see if I find the

Well, never remember the piano at the beginning.
…………
Let”s go a bit further…
Like I tried to recall my idea about Ireland:
1. Before Internet.
2. Before Youtube ( not the same!).
3. Before I went to Scotland.
Meaning by that mainly Glasgow.
Which is about as Irish as can be in Britain.
4. Before Riverdance…
Speaking about this.
Wondering:
1. of the dancers are or aren’t intoxicated.
I suppose they aren’t as dancers are peculiar about their diets.
I told you, many things come to mind while walking the dogs.
2. Like that Gene Kelly has such a name.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZ24YLB5cPc

Of cause Sammy Davis Junior hasn’t.
But.
Well.
Not dancing, not always!

Bye bye!