No Windmills turning, Just Cabrell

by undelighted on August 10, 2008

I have often been asked why I love France. It’s not an easy question to answer. I don’t participate in the wine or most of the food, yet there is something special about the place.

As we drive from St Sornin on the west coast to Montauban in the south, I am listening to Francis Cabrel’s new album. If you want France in your ear, then this is it. We pass giant windmills that aren’t turning (no revolutions today). Perhaps because there is no wind or perhaps they are on strike. France strikes very well and one cannot underestimate the effect that revolution has on a culture. I fear it is France’s revolution that has shaped it’s culture today into something that I enjoy but cannot express.

Cabrel’s music, like the vines, has it’s roots buried deep in the soil of France. And it improves with age. Simple songs played by accomplished musicians, gently soak into you. Don’t bother trying to translate as it may spoil some of the magic. Do learn to sing along though.

So if you want to visit France from your armchair, then buy the new album, get yourself a glass of wine, put your feet up and let it wash over you. Oh and you may want to do it all under an umbrella, cause it’s damn hot.


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