Jean-Jacques Goldman is one of my favorite French singers. The first time I learned about his music was in Swiss. C invited me to her family for dinner and we were talking about concerts during the Jazz Festival. Both she and her husband loved Jean-Jacques Goldman a ton; and they played some of his music to me. As soon as I heard his song, I knew I fell in love with his music.
Years later, I still listen to Goldman from time to time. Sometimes the radio would play his music too. How interesting it is that music can trigger our memory, the one with vivid images of people, things, and stories. I really hope someday I will go back to Swiss for a visit and perhaps live there for a while. After all, I have very special feeling toward this picturesque nation.
If one wants to find out how well he acquires a foreign language, he can ask himself whether he dreams in the language or he curses in that language when getting really ticked off. At times, I would just burst out a bunch of French expletives when rage takes over me. Oh, well, I don’t lose control of my temper often but it hits me sometimes and I would just lash out French…
So, tonight after talking to a friend on the phone, my mind switched to French right away. I thought: wait a minute, why is this happening? I have no idea, really. And after stepping inside my room, I realized I had Jean-Jacques Goldman’s CD lying on the top of my desk ready for me to play…
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