Groovin'
Are you guys expecting words of wisdom for the new year? Because if you are, you're going to be sorely disappointed. I'm not going to talk about resolutions or starting fresh or even partying safely. Why bother? You guys have heard it all before.
What do I want to talk to you about? Not much. Writing the blog today is just an excuse to sit here and listen to music. If I could, I'd stream what I'm listening to so you could share the experience, but you're out of luck.
... pourtant j'étais très belle—oui—j'étais la plus belle des fleurs dans ton jardin... <— That's me singing along.
I suppose I could tell you what I'm listening to. I had the sudden urge to for a little Khaled, an Algerian singer. Khaled led to Les Negresses Vertes and Natacha Atlas. (I forgot how much I love Natacha Atlas; the lyrics above are from her song Mon Amie La Rose—awesome song.) Then I threw in a couple Ofra Haza songs to complete my playlist.
Consequently, my shoulder keeps twitching to the beat. It's only a matter of time before the rest of my body follows and I start to dance, Persian style.
No, I won't post a video of that.