a summer away from home

Summer use to be my favorite Time. First I was off school and that meant go to my Grand Parents cabin which also meant run and dance in the grass, lightely dressed, barefoot, taking the risk of bee stings (I'm allergic), lose myself in a forest inhabited by monsters, spirits and living trees... I'd then look toward the garden to see Grand Ma watering her Geraniums... would run down to meet her and she'd say something flattering. She always had to say something kind to me. I'd then run into the cabin where Grand Pa'd shell peas with his old knife. I would seat next to him and help until he'd make a scary sound holding his knife like a warrior. I'd jump out of my seat, screaming and we'd laugh (him more than me). After a few minutes, I'd bravely seat again next to him until he'd scare me again... with a different tactic (like cutting his dead skin with his knife) Grand Pa was using his knife on every possible occasion. He was a Giant Strong Impressive Man with a Frank and Honest look. I felt so secure next to him. I remember when he came back from the hospital with a battery in his heart. That day I felt that Grand Pa was now bionic therefore more invincible than ever and that nothing bad would happen to him... The way I felt protected with Grand Pa I felt loved with Grand Ma...

En attendant Godot

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headphones lift my spirit

I bought these new headphones. They're great, the sound's so sharp. Almost as if Vincent Delerm and I were hanging out in my room and he was playing the piano (I have a virtual piano, yes I do). Realized my iPod speakers were dead for so long but I just got use to the shitty sound... Brings me back to when I was a kid and use to record songs on tapes from a vinyl without any connection in between them. I'd place the "noise not free mic" as close as possible from the vinyl player speakers and record hoping that, my sis or mom would not enter the room, not say a word or move at all (cause paper walls). Before pressing the "red record button" I'd scream SILENCE... Useless most of the time: If you'd know my family, you'll know what a challenge that is. I'd seat religiously in the room while I'd do this very delicate procedure. I'd almost stop breathing until the song was over (if recording an entire album, I'd turn blue by the end of it). Then if the operation was successful (most of the time it wasn't cause of the Familia, someone ringing the bell, the neighbourg's dog, the red Suzuki Motor Bike of my soon to be boyfriend, etc...) I would listen to the song or the album in loops thanks to my run down over used walkman. I remember doing so for the Thriller album (listened to it for hours every day for an entire summer... vivid as if it was yersterday: we were spending the summer in Vercorin), there was also this Italian kind of Sonny & Cher duo (Albina &... grrr don't remember), also two songs from Prince before the purple rain album (my girlfriend made me listen to the 45rpm vinyl and it was revolutionary, it rocked my world) also JJ Goldman and then later on, Wendy & Lisa, Renaud... The sound was execrable but I was the happiest kid of the village. Then CD's changed it all...