I refuse to cut this. REFUSE!!!!!
*giggles*
*giggles some more*
Garou sung 'The Letter'!
*cannot stop grinning like an idiot*
Well, the concerts were last night. And I bought a red top that says Paléo, because let's face it, mom, when am I going to get the chance to come here again? Kinda like the Santana top I bought. And the Animal top I bought from The Disney Store in Paris. But I'll stop now, mom, I promise.
*giggles* I went to go see Garou in concert, and it was his dad's birthday back in Québec, so he called him on his cell phone, and we all sung Happy Birthday to Garou's dad. It was highly cool. And then he was like, I think I'll send him a letter, too (he said this in English), and then he started singing my single favourite song in the world, which has been my favourite song since I first heard it in Grade 11, and will remain my favourite song forever, no matter how much I say I like other songs). Can I just say, I can't wait for his English album to come out. He speaks it almost perfectly.
And I called Gillian while he was singing 'Sous Le Vent', and she got a kick out of that. And oh my god, the applause for SLV were louder than they were for even 'Belle', which amazed me. I was standing on the terrace with Véro, a friend of Elisabeth, and she was enjoying it as much as me, which was really cool. And I just can't say anything bad about it. He puts on a great show - he knows the ladies are after him, and My God, does he ever play to it.
And Pascal Obispo, well, there's somthing different. He's very eccentric, but he's amazing live, even though he might be an absolute ass in real life (or so I've heard). And he talks a helluva lot. I stayed to hear Goodbye Marylou (which I like, even though so_much_to_say tells me on a regular basis that it's a disgusting thing that shouldn't deserve to be listened to), and Je Suis Un Homme and *goes to get the CD case* Millésime, which is an absolutely beautiful song, and Lettre À France, which I also adore to bits, and Assassine, and Mourir Demain, and La Prétention de Rien (which are, in English, mom, in order, Goodbye Marylou, I Am A Man, -there's not really an English word for Millésime, but it's a really good year for wine, Letter to France, Murder - which is not a really good literal translation, Die Tomorrow (which goes, 'If I had to die tomorrow, I would love you'), and -well, La Prétention de Rien kinda means 'not pretending to be someone I'm not'). Then I left, because it was 1:30 am, and it was *the* time to leave, if I wanted to not be stuck in traffic with 40,000 other people. Yes, there were about 40,000 people there. It was insanity. And they were all outside.
And it took me an hour to get home, and in between Nyon and the outskirts of Vich, no one went faster than 10 km/h. But at least I beat the rush. So I finally got to bed at 3 am. And I have my All Access Garou pass hanging on the picture right above my computer.
*giggles insanely again*
*giggles some more*
Garou sung 'The Letter'!
*cannot stop grinning like an idiot*
Well, the concerts were last night. And I bought a red top that says Paléo, because let's face it, mom, when am I going to get the chance to come here again? Kinda like the Santana top I bought. And the Animal top I bought from The Disney Store in Paris. But I'll stop now, mom, I promise.
*giggles* I went to go see Garou in concert, and it was his dad's birthday back in Québec, so he called him on his cell phone, and we all sung Happy Birthday to Garou's dad. It was highly cool. And then he was like, I think I'll send him a letter, too (he said this in English), and then he started singing my single favourite song in the world, which has been my favourite song since I first heard it in Grade 11, and will remain my favourite song forever, no matter how much I say I like other songs). Can I just say, I can't wait for his English album to come out. He speaks it almost perfectly.
And I called Gillian while he was singing 'Sous Le Vent', and she got a kick out of that. And oh my god, the applause for SLV were louder than they were for even 'Belle', which amazed me. I was standing on the terrace with Véro, a friend of Elisabeth, and she was enjoying it as much as me, which was really cool. And I just can't say anything bad about it. He puts on a great show - he knows the ladies are after him, and My God, does he ever play to it.
And Pascal Obispo, well, there's somthing different. He's very eccentric, but he's amazing live, even though he might be an absolute ass in real life (or so I've heard). And he talks a helluva lot. I stayed to hear Goodbye Marylou (which I like, even though so_much_to_say tells me on a regular basis that it's a disgusting thing that shouldn't deserve to be listened to), and Je Suis Un Homme and *goes to get the CD case* Millésime, which is an absolutely beautiful song, and Lettre À France, which I also adore to bits, and Assassine, and Mourir Demain, and La Prétention de Rien (which are, in English, mom, in order, Goodbye Marylou, I Am A Man, -there's not really an English word for Millésime, but it's a really good year for wine, Letter to France, Murder - which is not a really good literal translation, Die Tomorrow (which goes, 'If I had to die tomorrow, I would love you'), and -well, La Prétention de Rien kinda means 'not pretending to be someone I'm not'). Then I left, because it was 1:30 am, and it was *the* time to leave, if I wanted to not be stuck in traffic with 40,000 other people. Yes, there were about 40,000 people there. It was insanity. And they were all outside.
And it took me an hour to get home, and in between Nyon and the outskirts of Vich, no one went faster than 10 km/h. But at least I beat the rush. So I finally got to bed at 3 am. And I have my All Access Garou pass hanging on the picture right above my computer.
*giggles insanely again*