48.657081,-4.217055

Lattitude 48.657081,Longitude -4.217055
Despite of my bad english, I have to tell you :
I miss this place, I miss the sea.
Remembering, remembering :
here, I've been smoking when 12 behind the standing stone.
I learned swimming in water when low tide. And fishing,
and there : we were leaping the stones near "Germans field". Germans were standing there for four years during the war.
I broke my motorcycle jumping on dunes ! I was 15. My parents were pleased !
Windsurfing when 7 force wind. Good runs, good vibes, woohoo !
Riding my father draft horse, but it use to carry away when it was windy.
The legend says, there is a forest here under the sand. Koat an Noz (Night' forest). Why ? Don't know. I've never read anything about. Only, heard with old people.
We've been also here, on the dune, diging up pipes made in bones. My grand fa told me, old women were used to smoke tobacco and chicory with their hand made pipes. strange.
We came to carry seaweeds from the corracles.
And there is this strong smell mixture : fennel, seaweed.
I've been raised here.

I always buy shoes abroad

I always buy my shoes abroad. True.
For the past 15 years, I still feel the urge to buy a new pair of shoes when I travel to another country.
The last pair to date: a pair purchased in a common place in Lausanne (Switzerland) last February. I had a good reason. The pair I wore the day before, I had cut the laces; a friend of mine, Knoted them together and I have had a knife to separate those two silly boots! Warrior!
The pair black and white top, purchased in Killarney in 2006. They have a little antiquated. But I find it hard to part with it.
My best memory: this pair of red Doc Martens, bought in London in January 2002, on sale for £ 23! At the shop Doc Martens, a species of aluminum building. I walked in London for 3 hours that day, my feet still remember, it was so painful. The next day, they were real shoes.
And those I bought in Maastricht in 2005 / I can't remember where they are. a pity...
I have just in mind, my friend Damian Clarke (Pressgang, south UK) who told me, he always buy socks abroad.
Ha ha ! Music way of life.

Big Casino Krash

Breton casinos complain month ago : -20 % this summer ! I don't claim.
Trader' smile yesterday : indecent.
Senegal president laughs heartily at north countries : I smile.
Bush and sarko sweatings : an handkerchief please !
Those news flooding in everyday: my love is growing up for you babe,
children, friends, friends' friends !

1 state, 1 language

We're still exotic citizens here in Brittany. French arrogance is still running.
The French Government refused on Wednesday (7th May) to ratify the European Charter for Regional or Minority Languages (ECRML) or to modify their constitution to allow for some recognition of the languages on its territories. A new law was proposed for regional languages, but any official status or usage was ruled out. France, however, may find that it has problems - it has ratified the Lisbon Treaty, which, if it comes into force, will require France to respect linguistic diversity and prohibit discrimination against languages and national minorities.
Frogs & Camembert culture not for me !

LiFe in Brittany

I'm not use to speaking about life here in Brittany. But, sometimes we need to defend our rights. And now, the french politicians have decided to close our hospital here, in central Brittany, Carhaix. Our determination will be strong, activists, yes, of course ! We live here. Hearing the f***** politicians from Paris, that we do not exist; they closed courts, and will try to install tollgates on our roads; no more !
And ”We won’t leave until we get a positive answer. We’ll only leave when they point bayonnets at our backs.” as said the mayor.You can read more here. Then, words come to my voice :
"Mod-se eo,
mod-se chomo,
biken, biskoazh,
Morse ne cheñcho,
hag ur wech c'hoazh,
'Chomimp bev !"
Tomorrow, we're celebrating 30 years of Diwan Breton schools in Carhaix; so, it will be a good occasion to improve those new lyrics. I will sing this new song for the fist time (and another brand new); my friend Gil Kersulec will record also for the cd live project. It's a great challenge, but I am finding it a lot of fun and challenging. Fingers crossed.

Brezhoneg, breton courses

Mmmm, I think it's a good introduction to breton language :

Shipwrecked Tobacco

On our coasts were there some pineapples that run a ground? and also? Some TOBACCO!! Yes, yes. Some nice green packs of 50 grs printed in Spanish. Imagine the local jubilation: and the pacing up and down of the fishing coast which gave supplies for many months. Indeed, the merchandise had been in the water for awhile, but the general consensus was that the product was not altered too much.
This is not even considering the men in blue from customs who deployed troops and helicopters to track down the thieves!!
Fortunately, their schedules are regulated as music paper, and after an hour or so had passed, the field was clear.
So, there you go all you teens, the young and the not so young of the region, equipped for some months to come. No more though will you find a nice hidden harbor where you can peaceably smoke them before a good beer!
"Long live the wind, long live the wind,
long live the winter wind!

My accent

Hi people !
At the end, I've decide to write in this brand new notebook, with a strange sensation to write for centuries in Google engine. Anyway, go on ! Yeah !!
______________________________________________________________
Yesterday I fancied a pint at JR's pub in Vannes. As usual I met my friends in this sweat and cozy place. We're chating me, JR, Patou, Manu, Ronan, ...
Eleven ! Keep an eye on your sit ! Midnight ! So many people ! This girl starts speaking to me :
- You're from Québec ?
- Me ? Whhaaatttt*?
One step beyond, she's surprised !
- Yeesssss*, yyoouu* !
- No, I'm breton (How did she knows I like Quebec people ???)
She's looking her partner (3 pieces costume)
- did you hear Bruno ? He's not from Québeeeec* ! (laugh)
- maybe (Bruno standing, drinking)
- No, I am living here and never get the chance to collect « sirop d'érable »
- But, you're accent is so funnyy* !!!
(she makes me nervous, this silly bitch !!!!). Her mate's laughing also !!
- Did you hear Bruno ? He told me he's not from Québeeec* !!!! (laughs again)
I answer :
- sorry, I'm breton. North raised, apologize, but I'm not from québec. Why are you laughing ? And you ? Where are you coming from ?
- We're living here. But your voice make me lauugghh* !! (her partner Bruno is also laughing, two pints made him simple)
She disturbs me. Haven't a clue what's about the joke !
- so, shut up ! It's my accent, and I suppose you get one darling ! I'm not from Québec. And you, what are you doing here ?
Bruno : We've started running a Properties Agency. We're from Paris, we were boring over there. Here, it's real life (thousands thanks for the accent) and we enjoy it !
- Yes, you're the 78th Properties Agency in Vannes ! I've heard about (wrong).
Both : Oh yyeeaahh* ! Really ? You make me proud of it ! (asses holes)
- you know darling, here we're a kind of stupid people, and : welcome !! Sorry for my accent . It's my round ! (we can't unwelcome nice fellows like those ones here. Peace and compassion ! ).
I started answering my friend Ronan in breton about nothing important.
The girl asks me :
- What's your language ?
- QUEBEC LANGUAGE !
No sooner said than done, nathalie and bruno left the place.
________________________________________________________________________________
hhheeeiiinnnn* = hein
aaacccceeennttt* = accent
drôooollleeeuuu* = drôle
Whhaaatttt* = what
Yeesssss* = yes
yyoouu* = you
Québeeeec* = Québec
funnyy* = funny
lauugghh* = laugh
yyeeaahh* = yeah

A pigeon at Swansea station

Touring is good ...
I am back home from Wales. It was nice, playing there. I was supposed to sing for a huge event : Leading National Welsh Anthem.
You know, or you don't know, Breton anthem is the same as welsh anthem.
The gig was in Pontypridd, nice venue, good audience.
I close my performance and an old man, asked me to come back. What the story ?
He discoursed for 5 minutes and offer me a heavy large medal ! What's that ?
It was a medal celebrating the welsh anthem, for me. Amazing ! Crazy !
I've never been in the army, I've never been a ceremony addict, but I was touched.
strange situation for a punk mind breton singer !

Day after, I left the city to visit my Swansea based friends. great nights, lot of fun, drinks, songs. Life !
I came back to Cardiff airport and waiting in Swansea station for 1 hour. It was a sunny day of june, warm. Teens were coming back home after the beach. And me, sitting on my bank, pigeons walking and pecking nothing on the floor. One of this pigeon had only one leg. maybe a fox cut it off ?

Back in Brittany, I was about 5 miles , there was a shoe on the roundabout. A big music festival was standing this WE here, so, someone lost a shoe at 7am maybe.
Two weeks after, the strange shoe was still there .
It came in my mind : "It's the Swansea one leg pigeon shoe"!