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Some things age well. Certain wines and cheeses, certain works of art, certain music. Tonight, the program Tout Le Monde En Parle opened with the complete membership of Beau Dommage, along with some of their music. Thirty years already! Bear in mind that their material dovetails nicely with my baby steps as a second language learner, so the aural memory is even stronger than if the stuff had simply been heard on the radio from time to time.
I bought their albums, back when vinyl was good for something. I worked out the phrases, with a dictionary, so as to appear less tone deaf when it came time to sing along around a beach fire. And, as the years progressed, the group served as a keystone in my archway of Quebec music.
The members have all aged well; nobody fell off the face of the earth, or left their talents buried in the back of a suitcase. I haven’t all the details, but there is a new “kit” of multimedia coming out in the very near future, with a retrospection on a career that provided great music. The music, in fact, sounds as good today as it did back in the days of an Olympic Stadium that was useful (albeit unpaid). Although my visits to the local disquaire have dropped, this might be one to add to the family music collection.
My daily visit to the hospital meant a fifth specialist taking a look into my head. He summed things up in statistical terms: I have a 74% chance of recovery, my trabulectomy may have to be redone and we’re about midway through the cure.
