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Additional space

A pile of things to say, many things I love. I want to speak as a vegetarian and ecological maintenance of the house, and this in a different concept of what the intricacies of the fabric provide a constant sickly.

And as this blog begins to look like a mess, a new space was needed.

Here is a new blog, complementary to this, where financial savings, vegetarianism and ecology reign supreme, Hand in Hand:

The plant's working-class neighborhood

I hope I have something different, interesting and useful. :)

Motorbike Walkie Talkies

My ancestors

No need to go halfway around the world to hear groups of neo-folk music. Here, there are some who know together modern and traditional music, urban legends. Better yet, some faced the same commercial success. Surprising? Yes and no, say it is legitimate to say that this shows that the genre is becoming more respected and loved by people.

We have the right to be proud our roots.

My ancestors part of this movement. This group of funklore blend perfectly good old traditional folk music with funk, disco, bossa nova, French chanson, and even rap.

I think this group is one that Quebec was able to offer the best in the arts in recent years.

My ancestors combines originality and poetry, while providing ecological and social themes with music often festive.

Ce groupe chante tout à la fois le merveilleux de notre folklore (le diable qui vient danser, la Corriveau, Alexis le Trotteur, la Chasse-Galerie, etc), et la modernité. 

La jeunesse, paumée, sans point de repères, a droit de paroles. Mais, s'il y a bien une chose qui distingue Mes aïeux de la masse musicale, c'est bien son côté intergénérationel. Oui oui! Je parle d'expérience puisque j'ai moi-même vu le groupe plusieurs fois en spectacles : le public est véritablement constitué de gens de 7 à 77 ans! Sans rire, une fois, dans une salle, j'ai vu des couples at least 80 years typed into their hands in rhythm to people 20 years! It is also very likely that my ancestors is the only group in this country that asks its audience to sit for the last song of the evening ... in respect for elders in the audience, exhausted from having taken the young people! :)

A question often seems to return to their writing: can we be about values without once engulfed in an inappropriate attachment to the past? The group opened channels of thinking, and provide early answers in their songs ...

But enough chatter. Leave room for the music ... or at least a few songs!

Dondaine

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xbe6fn_mes-aieux-dondaine_music

A traditional song back on a more funk! A marvel. And the clip reflects the concept of diamond digger. Not to mention the finale that recalls both the old tales of our ancestors, which often machinent some devilry.

The rest of the warrior

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x9xav5_mes-aieux-le-repos-du-guerrier_music

"Singing with the hare, fox and wolf
tack to cover wolverine
Playing with an old leprechaun
down in the cave with wisps
Leave poetry to decide his fate in the morning and
Nightlife accept death
biting through life without thinking about tomorrow
Turning straight to his destiny ... "

... One of my favorite songs of the group. :)
(and note that the end of a verse is the beginning of next!)
And the clip offers a great performance chamano-psychotropic. hehe

Belle, embark

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pPUzVngXj00

This song echoes in the music player this blog for some time.

One of the most beautiful song the group. Based on the oldest patriotic song from our ancestors, it deals with the remaining marketing drinking water ...

I want to say that members of my ancestors are spokesmen for the coalition Eau Secours! , an organization that advocates for responsible management of drinking water.

I'll let you discover the rest yourself. :)

Removing Scrach From Yv Projection Screen

When the sketch picbois

Let moé r'venir not in town
Tape-moé on my wooden head
Picbois, let alone not moé
Picbois, I want to have me go
- The Picbois, Beau Dommage

I feel the call to fall in recent days. The season of decline is gradually approaching, I begin to feel it in every pore of my skin. The first signs appear discreetly in the background air.

I feel good.

Last Friday, I meditated on the moon, in the cool grass, under the protection of my favorite oak. I did not want from there. I lost track of time.

But becoming dangerous to the corner this time, reality caught up with me, and I had to go home.

bad.

Saturday, I wanted to go see a concert by Isaac Elisapie in La Mauricie National Park , but circumstances have played against me. So, I picnicked in the company of a friend on the shores of Lake Edward. I had never been at the heart of the forest at night, I must confess that silence radical who reigned we agonized a bit. Never mind, we had music medieval with us which I must say, perfectly matched the mood of wild places.

A huge hare ran into the forest near there, and bats were watching the scene, skillful nocturnal predators that we could not help admiring.
The light-hearted, I'm back home, do not regret not having been able to realize my project planned for this evening.

In a state of mind all refreshed, I decided to refresh this blog, all the while. I liked the old one, but things must change with time. I admit however that the hardest part was removing all songs to put in new ones. The "old" agreed to perfection, but we do not half invigorates. Change is frightening, but the way time is not bad, just dark.
This new version of the blog is being tested, and quite time to be changed with the coming weeks.

Please tell me your comments.