Viva Jujuy

A bit of sun, in a damp and now cold winter.

         I told you last week I played the guitar after so many millions years. So, what do you play first after so long a period of time ? What you learnt ages ago when Christ was not even born. Everybody French began to play the guitar with "Jeux Interdits". I was rather thinking about something 'sunnier', something from America del Sulrlrlr, and it is easy and jolly to play :


Un peu de soleil, dans cet hiver si humide et maintenant glacial.

        Je vous avais dit la semaine dernière que j'avais joué de la guitare après tant et tant d'années. Alors, qu'est-ce vous jouez après une période aussi longue ? Ce que vous avez appris il y a des milliers d'années à une époque où même Jésus n'avait pas vu le jour. Tous les petits guitaristes français commençaient à jouer avec "Jeux Interdits". Je pensais plutôt à quelque chose de plus 'z'ensoleillé', quelque chose qui vient tout droit dèl America del Surlrl, et c'est joyeux et simple à jouer :

Here are the lyrics :            Las palabras aqui senor :

Pour la forme, Jeux Interdits : 

It is the music of a film about the war, shot in 1951.

C'est la musique d'un film qui date de 1951.

An Orange Tree. Un oranger

Here is the new issue of the day : The Orange Tree.



Beginning with Bourvil, singer and actor of the XXth century, here the question was raised : Will we one day see orange trees in Ireland without Guinness' Help ?
Mighty big question for the French.
Renaud, singer of the 80s, 90s, has changed the song a bit. Here is his version :


Voici la question du jour : L'oranger.

En commençant par Bourvil, chanteur et acteur sur XXème siècle, voici la question soulevée : verra-t-on un jour des orangers en Irlande sans l'aide de Guinness ?
Enorme question pour les Français.
Renaud, chanteur des années 80 et 90, a un peu changé les paroles. Voici sa version :

Here is the text :                                 Aah que le texte : 

Here is the original song. My grand mother sang it once for my wife as we stopped in Normandy coming back from Ireland.

Voici la chanson originale. Ma grand-mère l'a chantée pour ma femme alors que l'on  revenait d'Irlande et que nous nous étions arrêtés chez elle en Normandie.

Here are the lyrics :    Voici les paroles :

Enjoy !

City of Chicago

City of Chicago

Hi,

We have the first sunny week end for months. So, really happy ! 

Now, a song I used to play at the guitar in summercamps to give a taste of Ireland around the bonfire. The song was printed with 'Black is the Colour' in my book because people enjoyed this one eether !

Pictures are views from Boston I took when I was working there. Enjoy. It is my vision of the States. Boston is an Irish town too, anyway ! Who does speak Irish ?

Contrast between modern and stone architecture.

The highest building in Boston, John Hancock Tower.

A cobbled street in Beacon Hill, Boston

Here is the song,

Though you never forget Ireland !

Black is the colour

Hi,

How's life ?

I'm bringing a new song I learnt when I was in Ballyjameduff.

Though first, I don't want to forget this lovely tune I heard for the first time one rainy night at the Reason's ; was I as lonesome as the boatman ?

And, fuck, I loved it ! In these moments you think, how jesus, I have to play the tin-whistle !!! like the fellow in the second video. (Don't get lost !)

Two other lovely views I took when I was living in Ballyjameduff, the lakes district,

Wherever you are in Ballyjamesduff,  

Always the Lake you'll see

Blue or Red the gate it is 

Lovely views you'll always see 

                           S. Meself. 

Up to you, 

Would you be better ? Tell me yours and I'll publish the best.

So, here is the new song I was talking about at the very beginning of this page. First time I heard it, was in Crusheen's pub. I eventually found it in my 'textmess' of songs !!!,

There are several versions from U Tube, enjoy !

Ballyjamesduff

Let's have an 'aperçu' of Ballyjamesduff. Located in Ulster though in the Republic, Ballyjamesduff is a lovely country village. It is not far from Cavan town, 80 odd kilometres from Dublin. Many lakes around.  

If you come from Dublin, that is where you are going to enter the village.

You will soon arrive in the city centre. Look at the weather ; always blue sky though the road is wet.

Thanks to the sign you find your way... and thanks to the wind you recover

the Reason's !

Oh. Here is a pub to sing songs.

A view of the village on a lovely day. These are days you remember !

The Auld Triangle

Hi, Ca bhfuil tù ?

Here is another song. I knew it before going to Ireland. The Pogues sang this song and they were doing great in France in these days.

Just a picture I took in The Quay's in Galway ages ago, enjoying a pint on a windy rainy day, when you feel the damp all over you. No bother, fun you have. We can't hear them, tough, but sure they are going to sing. If I remember well it was the Sunday morning pint...

Here is the version I am familiar with :

Here is a new version from the States ... Depends the time of the day ... or the night.

Enjoy !