What are you listening to now?

Well, the kind of thing that i like to play from time to time, to check if my Breton loudspeakers still work well…

Built in Brest in 1991, lifetime warranty... No problem, they do…

Just incredible

Ivan Torrent - Before I Leave This World


Fantastic music with:
"Time lapse sequences of photographs taken with a low-light camera by the crew of expeditions 28 & 29 onboard the International Space Station from August to October 2011"

No additional words needed...

Really really nice and beautiful, Morty


The title of this song remains me this one by Breton Singer Denez Prigent, one of my favorite Breton singer, because of what he sings and also because of what he thinks...

Sure you’ll recognize it... Remember Black Hawk Down soundtrack...

Well, this song is called Gortoz a Ran, that can be translated by "I’m waiting", and can be understood of talking about storms in Brittany, which season approaches gently...



Here’s an attempt of translation, it’s from Breton to French and from French to English, so take it as it is...



Gortoz a Ran (I'm waiting)


I waited, I waited for a long time
In the dark shade of the brown towers
In the dark shade of the brown towers

In the dark shade of rainy towers
You will see me waiting always
You will see me waiting always

One day he will return
Over seas, over fields

One day he will return,
Over the countrysides, over the seas
The green wind will return
And will take with him my wounded heart

Take me on paths
He will return, loaded of sea sprays
In the dark shade of the black towers
Thanks to his breath, I would be taken
Far in the stream, in another country

I would be taken, thanks to his breath
Far in the stream, according to his desire

According to his desire, far from this world
Between the sea and the stars

Something i like, by Concrete Knives, a band from Caen (in Normandy, as you know well...)

Here's a great one by French singer Jean-Jacques Goldman

Well, the guy writed some pieces that worth to be translated, i guess



Family

And bursting the silence
When it's about you that I think
I’m far from your hands
Far from you , far from yours
But all of that does not matter

I don’t know your house
Nor your city nor your name
Poor, rich or bastard*
White, all black or weird
I recognize your eyes

And you look for an image
And you look for a place
Where I sometimes drift

You are from my family
From my order and from my rank
That one I have chosen
That one I feel
In this army of ordinary people

You are from my family
Very much more than cognation
Handfuls of seconds
In this strange world
May it protect you for long

You don’t know well where you're going
Or well how or why
You don’t believe in much
Neither all gray nor all pink
But what you believe in, it’s yours

You belong to the losers side
Consciously , viscerally
And you look down
But you will not fall
As long as we will need you

And you take the happiness
As grapes
Little pieces of little things

You are from my family
From my order and from my rank
That one I have chosen
That one I feel
In this army of ordinary people

You are from my family
Very much more than cognation
Handfuls of seconds
In this strange world
May it protect you for long


You are from my family
You are from my family
From the same rank, from the same wind
You are from my family
You are from my family
Even half-time from the same time
You are from my family
You are from my family
Cross our lives from time to time
You are from my family
You are from my family
From the same rank, from the same wind
You are from my family
You are from my family
Even half-time from the same time
You are from my family
You are from my family
Cross our lives from time to time
You are from my family
You are from my family
From the same rank, from the same wind


You are from my family
From my order and from my rank
That one I have chosen
That one I feel
In this army of ordinary people

You are from my family
Very much more than cognation
Handfuls of seconds
In this strange world
May it protect you for long






* Of course to be understood as the first non pejorative sense
(Well, the kind of things that have to be explained sometimes, when we have to translate something.)