Letter from France: Stuck in the Seventies
In the Metro, Paris. By Jean Ruaud.
Dear DB’s readers —
This is my last letter on The Daily Blague (for now), my week of guestblogging ends today. It’s time to give back the keys to our respected Editor and master of his domain. It was a good, motivating and interesting week and I have to thank RJ for the opportunity. Writing everyday in English was much more difficult than I thought and it needed something I lack: self-discipline. So it is a lesson: it’s tough to be interesting and entertaining in a foreign language everyday, even with the best of intentions. And even without having to write in a foreign language, writing a post everyday is difficult. And I call myself a blogger since 2001! I can tell you, blogging everyday, several posts and some with a bunch of interesting links in it, like RJ does, is hard work and need a lot of discipline. I can understand why RJ needed these vacations! I couldn’t do what he does here. So hats off for the Editor!
During this week I wrote these posts while listening to music and to my favorite kind: bands from the 70’s! I’m a baby boomer and the 70’s mark for me the apogee of pop and rock music! The 70’s were my adolescence years, and if I’m not very fond of my memories those were the years when I discovered that there was some nice bands to listen out there. When I discovered music. When I bought my first records to listen on my little record player. In my mind there is nothing more pleasing than the records of Steely Dan or Neil Young, Joni Mitchell or Led Zeppelin, Creedence Clearwater Revival or Fleetwood Mac, Grateful Dead or Pink Floyd, The Rolling Stones or Jefferson Airplane and countless others, the 70’s bands. The 80’s were sterile musical years (with exceptions but nothing like the fertile 70’s and late 60’s). In the 70’s I was religiously reading every month the French rock-magazine Rock & Folk from the first page to the last. I listened to Bob Dylan and Patti Smith and was dreaming of CBGB in New York, (where I had the luck to go in 1996). Somehow I’m stuck musically in the 70’s. So, it was a week listening down memory lane!
Well, hoping that you weren’t too much bored, I now leave you and return to my own blog in French (and sometimes in English), may be I’ll see you there. Bon weekend!
Regards,
Jean (jrparis-at-gmail.com)
They needed the car, Paris. By Jean Ruaud.