The ballad of les crunchies

Rod, I'm heading to my cottage in Quebec on Thursday, and I'll be listening for this terrific song on the radio.

And I love the anglicisme "holduper la caissière". This is the sort of thing my father-in-law, who speaks no English, would say.

Thanks much for this.

Thanks for the S & G, Grump. Interesting song, but a bit of a downer. Then again, you crunchies tend to be like that, eh? ; ) By the way, it is available on iTunes for download. Now if they'd write a song about the wonders of poutine...mmm... poutine...

Maybe I'm just up late, but I've been watching the Mes Aieux video several times, and, coming from a very rural area, I find it so poignant -- the teen girl trying to stuff the soil in her purse and running and running, yet stopping to get the purse when it falls -- symbolizing either trying to escape the land into modernity while not being totally willing to relinquish it, or desparately trying to hand it on to the young boy, who simply uses it to bury the picture? Either way...it moved me.