MOG

This is the track that sets everything right in the world, the voice that sooths all stress of the day, and the language that I have difficulty understanding upon hearing (in most cases) but can read and write with some degree of accuracy. Maybe its that French Canadian (my Mom's side) and Parisian French is so different to the ear - after all.
Autour De Lucie was an album that I borrowed at the office in NYC, and loved so much, I ended up trading it for a local musician's debut who's name escapes me now - but he was friends with the upstairs neighbor when we lived on Bowery and Spring.
Odd how all of this just bounces around in my mind when writing the post - but when listening to the music, no matter what I was thinking, all is forgotten, and like the title of the album (and post) it at least feels, like I am unable to move.