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December

Every year, December gives me wings. Month as white is just beginning and already I feel I will soar higher than in previous years. It took me wait until all November has passed back to my notebooks in my little night music, I had inadvertently neglected and in spite of myself. Because, yes, I must say November was hard. Everyone says that this month is one of the most difficult and most of those who do not say think, their faces expressing the winds. Once or twice in the past two weeks, I came across people who told me spinning perfect happiness. Astonished, the more disarmed by their assertion, it could not do otherwise than to bury myself deeper into depression.

What did I do then to come back to me and music? I am overwhelmed with light. If I ogled the halogen bulbs cast a blow eye headlights with fabulous, closely watched (yes, almost) the ceiling and, when possible, I walked by setting sun as if it were to disappear. Finally, under the recommendation of a friend, I swallowed the vitamin B12, one tablet per day. All this was interspersed with readings of letters (emails) sent to my friends and a book fair which proved my faith, although conditioner - thank you Max for his peeps expert with many awards literary present. And then one night a week, there was the university. I went there sometimes soaked to the toes, man bike that I am not from my closet to make sure the proper waterproof hiking peaceful. Still, the school desk was the place to adjust to a harmonious addition. Crossing the great doors of UQAM, I felt drawn in by new joys, those worthy of the greatest songs, those who tell us to ourselves, because it is on these to school I was permitted to forget all my trouble legally.

I would therefore like to officially welcome December ! This is one month, larger than life, where snow has mission, among other things, to break the intrusive gray rain and clouds. Earlier, the library's book traveler located in the Cote-des-Neiges, Bruno, bookseller and now friend, asked me if I liked the Christmas time period. I replied with a no, not almost a reckless, given the fact that my answer came from my experience over Christmas as a bookstore and record store - where I had to negotiate with clients who lost their civility substantially and their moral sense - as hard and fast memories of my childhood spent near the tree and the largest Snowman Street, which was mine. The response most closely related to my heart right now would be a Yes. Yes, I love that period when we prepare to celebrate Christmas. I like it, mainly through the snow.

I change the subject here and talk a little music. There are more than a year since I'm not mounted on a stage. Is the song I miss? Sure, but for now I have neither the space nor time enough to devote myself. Fortunately, the partys family give me the opportunity to "escape" my six strings, caressing the piano and sing some of my "all time favorite" including this very personal piece called Snow is frivolous, piece that was composed during the summer of 2001 and I sang all my concerts since its inception. I will let you listen here, in a performance delivered in public, dating from March 2008.

Snow has this secret to the heart in one breath naive joy as the years he has

mercilessly ripped off. (Antonine Maillet)