I think I have the age of the album, within a few years and this is one of the first 33 laps I pricked my parents to listen to my "disc rotates" as we said at the time. For me, these songs have a childhood scent, there are images that cling to each. For example, when I hear "Mary and Charlemagne" I see my satchel Cp: red leather with a doe and her fawn sewn over as decoration ... So even if the orchestration of some songs is a bit dated (My brother, To die for one night) although the cynics will say that abound today as "hippies" were soft idealistic dreamers. These melodies and words remain for me an incredibly moving poetry. I wish you all a very good listener
