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Since I 't encountered in Mare Nostrum , I like the trumpet of Paolo Fresu .

No shine in this melodic line, a little hushed, almost always pure and heartbreaking melancholy or less.

Michel discovered the other day one of his music created with a set of Corsican polyphonic singing A Filetta and bandoneon, Daniele di Bonaventura

... The voices, the bandoneon, the trumpet of Paolo, while contributes to the melodious character, exalted, or religious chants of "mystical mediterraneo " ... I quote Michel :

"The songs are sacred and profane. Sacred as "Dies Irae", "Gloria," "The Madness of cardinal, U Sipolcru", "Sanctus." To which we can add "The Lake" inspired by a Tibetan mantra. Lay as "Liberata" or "Scherzi veranili ", yet they also have some sacred dimension: the demand for freedom on the one hand, the natural life of the other."

And then I thought, when all the southern Mediterranean seems ablaze for his freedom, that this beautiful pond that surrounds closely the sea and sun, and sing and dance to the sounds cheerful,

... which grips tightly to the sea and the sun ...

is never far from slipping into the melancholy, tragic or mysticism :
on its banks has matured Greek tragedy resonated the lyre of Orpheus, cracked the evil tarantula, sang at the Sybille Latin face, agonized Queen of Alexandria, the Roman Church grew, wept

Fellini ... But its banks have also nurtured many battles for freedom, independence and democracy ...



I replay M EDITERRANEAN of Renaud Garcia Fons reminder that "everything is music," and celebrates with all the refinement of various instruments that sound on its banks, oud, bouzouki, accordion, guitar, uniting with the flute, lute, clarinet, and others, both the " Romance language of Andalusian written in Arabic characters " that memory Garcia Lor AC struggle Retarda the English Republicans, the Strada Fellini , and the magic of ports the Bosphorus , and calling deserts

... I pray that struggle Tunisians and braziers Cairo illuminate one day horizons of freedom ...



Yesterday we met and heard a small group that we know, The "Troublamours " " group of" French song " Italian song"



And we said, Listening to them, they too were much in the tradition of " Tarantula "... a lot of gaiety ... BUT ... not only ...

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Spring Roman

If you, like me, a balcony or a garden, you may have noticed this week, while time has not softened (the opposite!), a multitude of small fresh green shoots that link them straight nose skyward.

I did not fail to be struck, when I made that comment, by a coincidence singular, but far from coincidental. You know I live with my students to the rhythm of the Roman calendar (see http://cheminsantiques.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-chez-les-romains.html ). But precisely, this week, January 24 to 31, the Romans celebrated the Paganalia , a festival of sowing to protect the tender shoots that point in January, with sacrifice to Tellus, the goddess of the Earth and Ceres, the goddess of agriculture. And February 7, a week later, was regarded by them as the first day of spring, for the same reasons.

So you have a thought for the Romans, this weekend, making inspection of your flower ...

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And still ...

Remember the Festival of Latin and Greek from March 17 to 19.

http://www.festival-latin-grec.eu/

(tab "Program 2011" to see the program, under "Reservations" to reserve)

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Pierrot and the secrets of the night, a variation on "having it both ways"

Pierrot and the secrets of the night , Michel Tournier , nrf Gallimard

I recently reread this little novel by Michel Tournier "Youth". The author's own admission, his children's books are a neat and poetic reflection of its the world. As in the parables or myths, philosophy is expressed through images and stories ...

Like many of his books, he revisits the characters in the literary tradition or religious who have traveled in our culture various avatars. And so it is in a wonderful structural system of contrasts and similarities, a baker and became Pierrot Harlequin dyer who compete to conquer the white dove ... ine, laundress of his condition.

A Pierrot night and the moonlight, the snow of winter, solitary meditation and writing ...

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At Harlequin, the sun, the summer flowers and birds, color lavished ...

A Pierrot, the black of night, the white moon and flour the bakery

At Harlequin, the extrovert, the red wig, "all the colors of the rainbow, plus some other" white and black ... excluded conversation and playful songs.

A Pierrot, a musty, silence, moon face, wispy white dress, the eyes of an owl, the night owl of Minerva ... and

Columbine White might be the love Pierrot, the floured baker ... but she loves the sun, birds and flowers ... the night scares him ...

And she leaves deceived by the songs, the joy of life and color the merry dyer. Become dyer, she fled with him a beautiful summer morning "laden with perfume, beautiful music" ...

But the autumn rains which wash out colors, cool the ardor of Harlequin. The whiteness of winter ice on the frozen road, bring it back to Pierrot, who with his pen he wrote his love and despair ... and warm his bakery smelling cake. Fusion idyllic does not prevent them from opening the door to unfortunate Harlequin all chilled to the bone that joins the feast shared a cake shaped into golden Columbine ...

New and recreational version of Frightened,

Blacks in the snow and fog,

the great loophole that light up

They listen to good bread baking.

The baker's fat smile

Sing an old tune.

New variation on the moral ambiguity ...

Having everything and its opposite, night and day, moon and sun, black and colors, winter and summer ... write and sing ...

Fable fantasies for children or adults??

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Soon the new Festival of Latin and Greek in Paris

I speaks each year of the European Festival of Latin and Greek. This year, for the first time it takes place in Paris, and this from March 17 to 19. Book early, because he will soon be a lot of space.

The program is most attractive. Go quickly read at:

http://www.festival-latin-grec.eu/

(tab "Program 2011" to see the program tab "Reservations" to reserve)

great festival!

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The mono-poly of life choices ...

I said before, after someone, who is an artist! "I wanted to be an artist" ...

But I also know that the talent no doubt, what I missed, it does not want to work with perseverance, I worked a lot in my job, it may not be the strength of character to get into an exclusive choice. Besides, it's always just my problem, look in the window on leaving the shoe store to see if by chance, there was no choice ... "doing" math or literature, to wear black or purple .... in fact it is not quite right, I do not regret the most important choices I made, not that I regret, are those that I have could not do the ones I had to give ...

For a radiant day, snowshoes in the snow and the splendor of the forest Iraty sparkling cold, one of those days both animated and lazy, active and contemplative, I thought, great musicians, great writers can they entertain such days in the daily exercise of their art?

Now playing the other day by chance an interview on France Inter a very famous and talented accordionist, I would not say that, now he says his father confiscated the front wheel of his bike to force him to work his accordion instead of going to bike and run balls and girls ... The reporter asks him "You will regret ? "He replied," Yes, a little! . Astonishment .. "Really? Yes yes ... really "

Surprised my turn to regret this in the fullness of success that seems to be his, I remember that Colette" so loved all things in life, dogs, cats and birds, spiders, and his land, and sea and mountain, and Paris and the countryside, that Willy's locked in his room to get him to write ... I think Zola 's demanding daily at fixed times writing before running make photos, see the tables of its friends or advocates for Dreyfus rouse ...

short there are people capable of being " MONOS " without doubt the strength of their passion and their talent, or being forced to be ... and others who are still POLY-valent by dilettantism, through indifference or warmth ...

Or maybe also because some areas do not support the diversion of interests, practice and artistic creation in particular, while others do not support monovalence, unless denatured?

I find particularly what I call the "maintenance" of life, the feeding function, cooking, gardening or farming and care of children, it is still absorbing, while it requires continuity and persistence, this function is much versatility. The cuisine of chefs escape everyday life, the sophistication of the dishes taste the hidden food. The household may become monomaniac and an obstacle to the enjoyment of living places, if monopolize all the attention and talent. The gardener exclusive, fool garden, lawn prohibits children or could pull too early flowers faded or unproductive ... and miss and the surprises of nature ...

In education as well, (I'm going to hate, I fear), the teacher who knows a little of everything as an "honest man "and thus lives in the interdependence of disciplines and the awakening of the whole child, we go to the professor, college and high school, then divalent monovalent more knowledgeable in his field but also more fragmented and the university professor and expert of his own backyard, sometimes more tempted by Research by teaching students which after all are no longer kids! ...

DESPITE , tell me you have not been able to create a work of art, or simply cultivate artistic talent, that is to say life and his plethora of interests that have prevented me ... They are too green ....

The teacher is frustrated not to be having specialty, the GP is satisfied he be paid less than the specialist, the lover of literature, painting or photography, music columnist, the listener music, they never recover "not to practice?

AMATEUR! (AMATEUR rather !!!!)

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Bernard Cavanna , Karl Koop Koncert

Following Pascal Contet ...

As I have already written we really appreciated Pascal Contet as an interpreter but also as a "runner" of music: I think he knows how to recognize and appreciate the style of the musicians he chooses to "play". whether Scarlatti, Couperin, Piazzolla or Chopin ... but of course, fortunately or unfortunately?, it does not stick to the "classical" music, it 's also tries to improvisations "liberated", he also plays the "contemporary music"

Recently, he told us of his latest release a concerto for accordion and orchestra by Bernard Cavanna.

course we know (the name ...!) Bernard Cavanna: our "favorites smugglers, Bruno, Philip .. Bernard Cavanna's play, try to bend of a concert we heard ...

We bought Karl Koop Koncert ...

Intrigued and amused by its subtitle: firefighter comedy, social and realistic ...

My first impression: SOUND, TINTAMMARRE, URBAN, TRAFFIC ...

highway, buildings, works ...

Nadia who works at the other end of his house almost hear the vast and open Faubourg Bonnefoy, "with trucks that have those long horns individuals ... music," adds her!

cities I've seen living like crazy

J 'had once written that some sounds were musical, especially with the return on regular rhythms. By listening to this concerto, I think, conversely we can try to blow the music sounds ...

I think an episode of my childhood: curious words in building construction as children their language, I used fluent word de-construct, how to de-sewing, die-making etc. ... and got on advice rather destroy the word Or worse the word demolish which seemed much less satisfactory in terms of their significance. Later student I smiled to see emerge in the concept of linguistic deconstruction , learnedly preferred to destroy its methodological implications!

Karl Koop Koncerto for me is an attempt deconstruction of dislocation of musical harmony traditional looking for realism, a modern reality proletarian??.

I think ZONE Apollinaire

At the end you are tired of this old world

...

You read the prospectus catalogs posters singing aloud

POETRY That's this morning ...

Pascal

In addition it is difficult to hear in this concerto, as if the sound of the accordion was smothered by the multitude sounds produced by the orchestra, as if he could hardly be heard in this disorder ..

Nevertheless, although often I say "so many things that I do not know and do not suffer from ignorance" and because in fact I do not want to "die stupid" I continue my learning effort

So I explore the DVD, listen to Bernard Cavanna talk about his music ...

The humor of the man, the selling market of Nogent, "Brad" as hawker his music, seems funny and provocative. Although this sort of derision makes the man and his music even more distant from us ... Two interesting

busy ... one who sets pretty much contemporary music, the other who is interested in music, the author and ... with the accordion!.

There is much talk about her mother who loves music and the way she did to the music of the proletariat difficult, "although we do not tell him" ... but if I told him in petto ... culture is sometimes an obstacle to culture, refuses to be broken up and does not necessarily always wrong ...

Then the ride of his childhood in Nogent between excavators, back gardens, houses collapsed, wasteland devastated demolition .. demolition .. I take comfort in my connotations of deconstruction, ZONE urban.

At these connotations, Bernard Cavanna and his cronies are adding the funfair top of the "urban polyphony" of other ratings, the uproar , a very beautiful word and musical sound in Latin, the individual against the multitude , the overthrow of classical concerto, the soloist is no longer master of the orchestra but crushed by his tumult.

I listen, concentrated, and I look, Pascal squashed but resistant to the tumult. Victorious in the end??

Then suddenly a wonderfully melodic music, a wonderful song, a very beautiful voice, violin, cello and accordion ..

I go back to view the reference ...

SCHUBERT'S!

Well this time it is not Pascal, this is more like accordionist Bruno ..

But it was Bruno! ... His Appassionata, her eyes of heaven, his face alert, concentrate on his music, away from reality, so close ... made by the framing of the camera ..

When the pleasure of friendship in addition to the delight of his ...

We find that BCavanna loves Schubert and made a transcript (very nice in my opinion) "for two noble instruments, violin and cello and an instrument prole, accordion ... "

See site Contet Pascal few minutes to listen

Like as Schubert's a clearing in the initiatory journey full of bumps of unusual music ...

But by dint of listening, we rebuilt, we take pleasure in almost dislocation with failure of such a world exploded.

We take this political vision of musical exploration

... Thank you Pascal!!

I will return again and again the small passage from Schubert to happiness ....

... Thank Schubert, Bruno Cavanna and others!

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Ramblings on a poem by Paul Valery ... NOT THE

Love Poem? Or insomnia!
Leafing my collection Charmes looking for another poem, I rediscovered this little poem here:

The No

Your footsteps, children of my silence

sacredly slowly placed

Towards the bed of my watchfulness

Proceed dumb and frozen

Pure one, divine shadow,

How sweet, your not selected!

Gods! ... All donations I guess

come to me on those naked feet!

If your lips advanced

You are preparing for the soothing,

At the head of my thoughts

Food a kiss

Do not hurry this tender act,

Sweetness of being and being not

Because I lived to expect

And my heart was only your footsteps.

Taking its design poetic claimed by the author: "My verses have the meaning given to them," I remember that some commentators saw this as a subtle metaphor INSPIRATION !

as too intellectual and somewhat simplistic, and enjoying the freedom of interpretation given by Master Paul readers, I always feel it merely as a tender and intimate love poem, which I liked the pace not selected, "pace barefoot" said Alain ... I also loved the preciousness of etymological certain words, remembering the Latin, are not the proceed instead to run and make vigilant the eve of insomnia ...

But this time rereading my interpretation is straying.

Is it the influence of the beautiful pop concert Daniel Mille which I have already said all the good I thought, " WAITING ? Is this month's New Year under the sign of the expectation of the rise of the sun in the sky and the sap in the trees? This time I was rather sensitive to the expression of these states transition delicious and a little painful at times, statements of expectation , states of "Advent " ...

"Sweetness of being and not being"

I then recalled a request from my Payou. It lived alone after the death of my mother and we went to see him often, and sometimes by surprise, when the opportunity presented itself ... Far from ignoring those surprises, he told me one day:

'C' is also good when you announce well in advance that you will come ... In addition you see, I also have all the fun waiting for you ... "As

, kids, we had the pleasure of waiting for Christmas and later happiness days before the holidays ...

I might add, in the current context of recent days, where insomnia is often the appointment of my nights, and sometimes where instead of counting sheep or cloud, trying to catch sleep-mentally telling myself, I can assure you !!!!- poems learned in my childhood or my years of teaching, poems beloved ....

therefore I will add more trivial interpretation: this poem could well have the theme and title for

INSOMNIA, INSOMNIA CHERIE ...

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ALWAYS THERE? Moods of a blogger ...

As soon as I enter my office, small click on the small blue button, press ... little click on the Internet; small click on email:
Nani nani nana

And blablabla ... STILL NOTHING! Small

click on Myspace
Blablabla ... ... ...
Nnananananan
STILL NOTHING! Click on Small


Facebook ... Ah, yes? well ... well ... Little

click on the BLOG .... text last, penultimate, antepenultimate, comments
... STILL NOTHING!


Then I think of my master, Paul Valery ...
" Impatience said he (I can not remember who and I do not know where. ..) impatience is not a state of mind of writer "
Neither of Besides probably musician, probably
Neither painter, educator

Ni Ni Ni trainer ...

therefore blogger,

Neither a blogger that before publishing his text on the blog editor, recorded in the draft of blog editor, and then save it as a draft on the publisher has tapped the Word, and before typing it on Word was shot in his head, and before turning in his head his cluttered office "post it" and before writing the "post it" has furnished his insomnia scraps of sentences to be noted without fail and who and who ... ...

...... WARRANTS UNQUESTIONABLY to be a writer!

At least that seems like the friend Alceste Misanthrope vinegar and piss, but notwithstanding, provided a strong sense:

"Come! Madam! TIME does not matter! "

So who to believe??

In support A tribute to the patience , this is a very pretty story which our little fond ....

Her name is STILL THERE!
It was written and drawn by Christian Woltz
For Editions du Rouergue

Mr. Louis A gardener plants a seed in the ground carefully,

. ..

not a huge concern (yes more "caring" as it applies with all his heart to perform all the conditions it likes, the tiny seed!)

After he waits. No! it L ' waiting because small seeds like to be expected ...

Day after day, he waits ...

He was lucky (????) of be assisted in this expectation by Bird ...

Mr. Louis explains that he must be patient ...

But nevertheless find it very long!

Then He finds it too long!
And finally decides it is not worth it to come back the next day ... The next day ... maybe!

I'll let you guess why the day after there is still nothing ...

(I'll give you a hint: the bird was in love ...)

The moral of this story?

it have to be patient?

it must be the length?

it should never give up?

it must be wary of love?

I have always found in any case, despite the laughter of children when they understand why and how, this silvery laugh that belongs to them, and that always makes me melt that was finally (or rather too?) a story for adults, even the great aging: warning never to resign himself to what he can no longer super, they had expected or even dreamed ...

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January, the month of Janus ...

It is said that Janus is the god of passage doors, change , a god with two faces.

It is aptly named our month of January ...

Gateway in the year, turning seasons after the December solstice.

After the St. Lucy blew the fragile flame of the candles of the night's longest, it waits for the change light barely noticeable if one is careful there ... And

It is true that some days seem to promise spring.
Then the winter comes back with as the song says "its coat of ice" -. ... or at least we jellies matinales-

                                             

Or is the cold winter rain.

Everything is gray, dirty gray trunk of rain and cold birch, gray for the network of their branches, gray slate roofs of the great neighbors ...

Yet sometimes changing sky shows an unstable corner of blue where the naive think that I'm still seeing the harbinger of "sunny" ...

And sometimes he gives us a gift of a magnificent fire epiphanies sunset

My mind is from January under the sign of Janus. ...

Sometimes I think with just my mother died in January, I "tank" regret and fatigue Christmas, I am saddened and impatient to await the first signs of cold and assigns sap dating ...

But sometimes, I dismiss the Santa

I take my array of weapons planters, scratching on the grass decaying leaves to give air to violets and crocuses that link,

do ... during harvest of flowers in the garden to ward off the a spring garden ... illusory.

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Galliano in concert at the Odeon

In certain looks

Lorsqu'est released this DVD of the RG concert at the Odeon, was hesitant to buy it.

course we had dreamed of going. I like going to Paris, and discover the Odeon as it was discovered thanks to Richard, New Morning and Salle Gaveau and the Petit Journal, take the opportunity to walk to the Louvre as we strolled to the Fondation Cartier Bresson and the Museum of Modern Art we were dreaming ... but

And we already had the audio disc, and that famous concert "From Bach to Piazzolla" had been seen twice, once in Toulouse with our Charlotte, and St. Martin's Crau

... "But this one was the first in a prestigious ...

And then a concert is never quite the same nor quite another ...

-On all discs (except "The Polish" Tango live for ever, it is already groaning!)

should he fail to purchase all

It has purchased and after a few avatars of way on the computer, looked up and watched as they made all those that bind us.

And it has "attached" ...

I not repeat not the quality of the shot that Michel so in my opinion analyzed in detail . And who deserves LU

Just to add my point of view very subjective pleasure that I found;

Find training "full" with JM Phillips, the first violin and R. Pidoux, cello. I love S. Surel ...: I especially liked the Inside Tangaria to which he gives a coloration and less passionate than Southern R. Cardenas, but melodious, lightness and finesse, I happily discovered by Soledad, "Stop" a piece he wrote ... .. But I also like when Jean Marc Phillips holds the first violin and video in addition restores the tension of his clear eyes and his game ...

finally know through what is closed captioning Part of Bach's Badinerie above in the medley

almost final that we have heard in Toulouse and St Martin ...

Taste photographs as few frames very successful: The three violins

looked at "Unison "on their sheet music and pretend play with the same gesture ...

posture RG," embracing " his accordion, leaning over him as mother to child ...

"See" the rhythm of music through body movements, so delicate pizzicato see the concerto for harpsichord ...

Perceive so so close that it is almost intrusive emotions of the musicians, the initial tension to trade furtive glances, and the relief phase to the first smiles, Galliano J. Mr. Phillips, S. R. Logerot Pidoux, finally Galliano to the public and to each of his musicians ...

But I confess, among all eyes, those who moved me the most are captured in the eyes of the public, especially those of a trio moving us because I identified with them, those of a couple and the girl between them , probably their three fascinated eyes, the woman leaning shoulder to shoulder against the girl during the Badinerie, and even looks almost overwhelmed, speechless all three, for ... Libertango

And of course I think about what shared the same concert in Toulouse with our Charlotte, Charlotte my emotion let slip his head on my shoulder for the Largo from Concerto for Oboe and violin. It's the same share of the music between these strangers and their little girl, even sharing the same emotion, and I feel I share this emotion and this music with these people I do not know ... share in six months and 800 miles away the same magical moments ...

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Mary Poppins, the delights ...

The Christmas holidays began with a marathon film for our two small: their parents brought them to see Harry Potter room, and after dinner all four watched the Third episode of Star Wars ...

course, it was great, of course, they were not afraid, they finally chose Harry Potter ...

Their first night the house, was consequently populated nightmares and sudden awakenings ... and I finally get Charlotte into bed when we were so "closely" huddled against each other for comfort, while my other hand, I caressed Camille's head every time she fidgeted and spoke in the twin bed ...

In short these are girls of their time ...

So the next day to the traditional "What do we look today Mamou? "I was embarrassed to answer, Beauty and the Beast? Ratatouille? Sabrina? (These are my treasures ...) a little afraid of being "outdated" ...

Finally it is they who have found, (another of my treasures, visited and revisited often):

Mary Popppins, we will review Mary Poppins, but you look Mamou with us, you do not cook, you look with us ...

It was a moment of delight ...

I am always amazed by the seductive power of this movie ... Everything is beautiful and poetic. Nothing there is corny.

Pictures skies with fireplaces, or kites, parks with hunting with hounds, Fox saved, and wooden horses, the dark streets at night, soot and industrial suburbs, or the neo classical Bank which stretches against the majesty of the dive bar ...

decor canvases Bustling real actors.

Like Julie Andrews in addition, of course, the rambling Nanny rosy cheeks ...

suffragette mother fierce in action for women's suffrage, which continues to decline for her husband different variations of an "As you are right my friend ... "The wonderful sweep

philosopher, aspiring children through the chimney, soot-to-the beauty of heaven and led the ballet on the roofs of chimney sweeps, provided that remarkably boisterous set.

The retired admiral at the helm of his house which give the barrel more per hour than Big Ben.

Uncle Albert crazy laugh "that teaches us a lot of jokes" (Camille) that make us climb to the ceiling ...

The old woman who feeds pigeons in the shadow of the cathedral, "give two pence for them"

In this wonderful run joyfully serious themes, happiness? Social cleavage, cleavage values ... The sweep

sings that he is on the bottom step of society, and proclaimed himself happy carefree and joyous ...

The old banker proudly sang the hymn to the glory of the investment, and Bank of England lifeblood of the country ... ... The father sings

stability and comfort of a well-regulated life.

The mother sings and dances the women's march towards progress.

The chant of the old poverty-stricken calls for charity for ... Pigeons, "these useless and that dirty our monuments' by The Banker

old Uncle Albert takes drugs to laugh and joke ...

The children Jane and Michael, shrewd enough input in their naivete, acquire with poetry ramblings of Mary, a second look strangely on the things of life ...

This mixture of seriousness and whimsy is full of charm that resists wear a repeated viewing of the film ...

And tonight at the hour of sleep, they are not the nightmares that prevent us from sleeping, but the giggles when we returned the joke from Uncle Albert:

" I met my friend John and I tell him: it's the story an old man who had a wooden leg named Smith ...

-and I said, I have a question, the other leg what it's called?? "