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Hi all,
Julia and Monsieur Gontrand sing this french bossa.

https://soundcloud.com/christian-devienne/mon-quartier-latin-avec-julia-et-monsieur-gontrand

Here's a translation of the lyrics :

My latin quarter
Has no city soul
It's a big garden
Perched on a hill

Musical garden
The atmosphere is there serene
The friendly welcome
Bossa is the queen there

A silver flute
Some nylon strings
A light piano
Some percussion

With feline treads
The melody walks
And on its way
The garden lights up

The rhythm establishes itself
Gently, without forcing
And the bodies that dare
Allow themselves to dance

La la ya la la ya
La la ya la la ya
La la ya la

"I speak one language, poorly." Pablo Casals.

I too, speak one language, poorly, so I can't 'receive' the Hook Factor of the words as they are 'spoken' and sung, but the quietude of the vocal delivery, the spoken yet melodic first lines, the calm, then the girl's voice, so quiet, so simply 'saying', the harmony part comes, and it has allure.

It replayed. And replayed, before some other music played. I found myself more attentive, the flute filling spaces. Very pleasant. Explore your 'local' television market for the music that plays in the background, advertising, shows. Somewhere there is a visual product that wants this audio product to enhance its appeal.

In the fantasy of my mind a girl walks with me through your Latin Quarter 'garden'. The Sunstar is going down. We walk. At her home she makes it clear, tells me, she wants to be kissed...goodnight...or goodbye.

I pull her to me! She gasps! I turn her, point out the spider lowering itself on a thread, backlit through the translucent yellow glass of her door, right where she had been standing!

I give her the kiss, perhaps not the one she desires, one just behind her right ear. She turns in my arms, and takes the kiss, the kisses she desires. We stop. Someone is coming down the hallway inside the house, I see through the translucent glass.

"My Mother," she pronounces, steals another kiss, two, steps up on the landing. The door opens behind her. Will it be goodbye? Or good night? I stand, in wonder of her, her wholeness of beauty and light, wondering.

"Good night," she speaks, almost a whisper. She turns, goes in, turns, looks out once again, her smile breaking into a grin, as she closes the door.

I want to walk back, through her garden.

Your song has created a world!

"Je parle une langue, mal." Pablo Casals.

Moi aussi, je parle une langue, mal, donc je ne peux pas "recevoir" le Hook Factor des mots tels qu'ils sont "parlés" et chantés, mais la quiétude de la livraison vocale, les premières lignes parlées mais mélodiques, le calme, puis la voix de la fille, si calme, si simplement 'dire', la partie harmonie arrive, et elle a de l'allure.

Ça s'est rejoué. Et rejoué, avant qu'une autre musique ne soit jouée. Je me suis trouvé plus attentif, la flûte remplissant les espaces. Très agréable. Explorez votre marché télévisuel « local » pour la musique qui joue en arrière-plan, la publicité, les émissions. Quelque part, il existe un produit visuel qui souhaite que ce produit audio renforce son attrait.

Dans le fantasme de mon esprit, une fille marche avec moi dans ton "jardin" du Quartier Latin. Le Sunstar est en train de couler. Nous marchons. Chez elle, elle me dit clairement qu'elle veut être embrassée... bonne nuit... ou au revoir.

Je la tire vers moi ! Elle halète ! Je la retourne, montre l'araignée qui s'abaisse sur un fil, rétro-éclairée à travers la vitre jaune translucide de sa porte, là où elle se tenait !

Je lui donne le baiser, peut-être pas celui qu'elle désire, juste derrière son oreille droite. Elle se tourne dans mes bras, et prend le baiser, les baisers qu'elle désire. Nous nous arrêtons. Quelqu'un descend le couloir à l'intérieur de la maison, je vois à travers le verre translucide.

"Ma mère", prononce-t-elle, vole un autre baiser, deux, monte sur le palier. La porte s'ouvre derrière elle. Sera-ce un au revoir ? Ou bonne nuit ? Je me tiens, émerveillé par elle, sa plénitude de beauté et de lumière, émerveillée.

"Bonne nuit," dit-elle, presque un murmure. Elle se retourne, entre, se retourne, regarde à nouveau dehors, son sourire se transformant en rictus, alors qu'elle referme la porte.

Je veux revenir, à travers son jardin.

Votre chanson a créé un monde !

I'm hearing some very syncopated "off-beat" percussion in my head with light rim taps instead of quick snare brushes. Or, perhaps some taps on the rhythm guitar

Nice gentle song. I'm not a fan of the bossa rhythm but I enjoyed this. In places it made me think of Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin (without the English accent, of course). I particularly liked the flute in the background.

Chris,

A very pleasant listen for sure! It would make a great soundtrack as it just feels like it could support a scenario--stage or commercial. Nice contrasting vocals for the romantic duet! Definitely reminds me of a 70's Latin type tune.

I like the flute. It could handle maybe a couple of the guitar answers for change-up. Near the end however, the flute sort of "competes" with the vocals----maybe at that juncture have the flute automated a bit lower in volume and perhaps panned further from the vox placements. I've in the past with a supporting instruments created a 2nd track where I could pan the same instrument in different areas for this reason or wanting to distance that instrument or for even bringing that same instrument more center for a solo perhaps. Also adding a little more reverb on the flute could keep it feeling a little further back in the mix.......experiment--not a big deal, only suggestion for a polishing touch.

steady-eddie

Thank you all for your comments and your advices.
Christian