Bonjour, mamma.

[image credit: TZEROXYMOX 's blog] Words can't tell. Words are cheap at times. Words can hardly express how I feel. Words can barely scratch the surface. If there is one thing I love on this earth it is the sounds of Zach Condon of Beirut. He melts my heart. Speaks to my soul. Tells me it's going to be "ok," even though he is unaware of my existence. When I'm all alone and the world is but a memory, I lock myself away and sway to his voice. I get lost in the symphonic trumpets and the wonderful sounds of the accordion. I cry sometimes when I love things so much. I cry a lot when Zach sings to me. (this is in the actual recorded version of the song. I speak French so any song that can incorporate the language that I love is forever imprinted on my heart) "Oh non je t'en prie, nous ne sommes pas chez nous. " "Oh je t'assures que ce n'est pas grave. " "Non laisse moi ! " "Mais qu'est-ce que tu as aujourd...

All I really want this Christmas. An accordion. That's truly all I want this Christmas (besides tons of love). I know how to play the piano and I am completely infactuated with the sound of the accordion. There is something so mysterious, emotional, romantic, exciting, and sultry about the sound of the accordion. Really, I started to appreciat it more when I began listening to Beirut about two years ago. They are my default band when I am feeling indolent, insecure, unhappy or anything unpleasant. They turn me into a happy lady. I want an accordian, I want to play it and I want people to be sitting around a table with me and share the sounds of life that make each other happy (telling a joke, playing acoustic guitar, crying). I want to do it all... And I will.