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November, finally!

I know November is not the favorite month of the majority. We see pharmacies cover their shelves with Christmas decorations and say "I think the year has gone so fast and it's too early to think about Christmas." Each year, we wonder who has time and organizational skills needed to start preparing for Christmas in early November. So it's not because I started thinking about my recipe for turkey stuffing that I am glad that October is over.

Why I say the opposite of Dede Fortin shouting to anyone who would listen: "Out November"?

Because October was a little too intense for my taste. Because I have not had time to breathe during the last 3 weeks. Because November is looming as a month rather quiet side commitments. Not too many things planned yet, just my little normal life. And I need this normality, to rest a little, to get back on my feet.

I think November is undervalued, as I believe that July is over-rated. In July everyone is supposed to be happy. We must enjoy the sun on our terrace: no time to doubt the meaning of our existence. It should drink sangria on a terrace, surrounded by people who tan know how to enjoy life. In general, I do not fall out this challenge and I'm pretty miserable during heat waves in July when he does finally said fine. I have written here, I think.

dint of trying to convince us at once statistics on suicide rates that increase, we come to convince us that November should be gray. And if, instead, in November became the new September (like 30 years is the new 40?). I therefore propose to make a second fall. Start anew, with resolutions novembresques: read more, start yoga, walking outside while it is not less than 40, followed assiduously 30 Rock, do more soups, breathe before the rush of the late session. Time is what I did. And November can be the most beautiful of months, if I decide.

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Monday evening, I had the chance to see Coldplay's show. The Thursday before, my sister had told me he Kine remained miraculously tickets. She did all the steps and now, without having lined up for hours, I was fortunate to have a good ticket to go hear this group is, in my opinion, the U2 of the 21st century. I will not here us a review of the show. All I can say is that it has exceeded my expectations. Chris Martin was drôle et beau comme un Dieu. Le groupe a interprété avec générosité et énergie toutes ses meilleures chansons. La foule était là, heureuse et enthousiasme. Une vraie belle soirée.

J'ai toujours aimé assisté à des shows. Je me rappelle avec bonheur mon "baptême du spectacle rock". J'avais 14 ans et mon amie Wendy m'avait invitée à aller voir Ronnie James Dio, l'ancien chanteur du groupe Black Sabath. Je ne le connaissais même pas. Ce qui me motivait? La première partie était assurée par les fameux Twisted Sisters, qui trônaient au top des palmarès avec leur seul succès "Whe're not gonna take it anymoooooooore". I remember all sorts of things this evening: the guys who smoked their joint close to home, leather coats, high heels, hair-filled Spray Net, the 80 condensed in a few hours. We were at the Verdun Auditorium and now I know there must be several members of criminal gangs in the audience. I did not know at this time. I just knew I had discovered a universe, that of the rock show.

was funny to see how the audience for Coldplay on Monday night was different from that of Twisted Sisters ago twenty years. Before me, there were 2 pre-teens amused over to take pictures only listen to "The Scientist". Their ticket was worth at least $ 100 and they do not even seem to enjoy it. Their mothers, they, did not stop to fix, swooning, the loveable pal Gwyneth Paltrow. There were all sorts of people, but nobody seemed out of a hideout of the Hells. Young, yes, but several ladies and gents, dressed in a release. I thought I would feel like a young aunt surrounded by delirious. I was really far from being the oldest.

When I go to a show, I feel very often exactly the same way. J'aime voir l'artiste de loin, mais je voudrais aussi m'en approcher. Travailler pour le Rolling Stone et interviewer les musiciens. Parler des chansons, dire aux artistes à quel point ils me touchent, ils me surprennent ou ils me choquent. Je sais maintenant, comme adulte, que je serais probablement déçue de la réalité, que les artistes sont égocentriques et capricieux. Mais il y a toujours une adolescente en moi qui aime idéaliser ces gens qui passent leur vie à se faire applaudir par des milliers de personnes. J'aime croire qu'ils sont sincèrement contents d'être à Ottawa, que nous sommes le meilleur public, que les artistes nous préfèrent à d'autres foules. J'ai senti cela au show de MacCartney on the Plains this summer.

course, I do not work at Rolling Stone and I've never met a rock star in my life (besides singers Tears for Fears, met because a friend had won a competition to CKOI and she was kind enough to invite me to meet them backstage). And I know that if I met one, I would remain speechless, paralyzed by my excessive admiration. I know, but we can always dream.

I think what I love above all a show, it is the rediscovery of the songs I've heard. This week, I took out my discs from Coldplay and I asked myself why I do not listen to them more often. There are pearls in this work, I tell you. And I wish you to pay you a moment of happiness that resembles the one I spent Monday, at the end of October of gray ...