Can any of our French speaking friends lend a hand for those of us that aren't?

The few Breton come especially this evening in Olympia two jolts in only one day lived: that of the morning (seismic) and that of the evening (rock'n'roll). This Monday evening, Ex-Smith Morrissey was on the scene of the famous room of the boulevard of the Nasturtiums to reload the myth. At quarante-quatre years, Moz, tricard of house of disc, and which did not leave album since a small moment came to remember to the good memory its fans, and a also little phonographic industry. History of saying that it is always there, that it has new songs with its repertory, and that if somebody wants to give again a second breath with his career, the voice is free. Here Morrissey in Olympia, therefore, after a first part ensured by Sack (some maxis with their credit circa 92-93 of which Indian Rope Trick, but which will not enable them to bore) and in front of a heated public white by waiting, which started to become interminable for all to say. To the sound of large bells (environment bumblebee of Our-Lady of Paris), Morrissey enters in scene, twisted like a Low Sunday of musical. It has to have wind that French public in raffole. It starts its show. Morrissey on scene (brown trousers, waistcoat chocolate on blue shirt sky), it is one moment of energy, grace and "shut up" attitude. Morrissey currency with the public, and when some are done too talkative, Moz, rembare of a "shut up", smile with the lips. Morrissey cabotine, has fun to throw the wire of its microphone, surveys the scene, is squatted to tighten hands. It receives pinks and glaïeuls, often returns them illico, essuie in the Union Jack that one throws to him on scene during the title Irish Blood, English Heart then rejects it into the pit. One will be entitled also to Meat is Murder. But before Morrissey, facetious as much as militant, will have required of the public to repeat after him "I... will... become... vegetarian" ("I will become vegetarian) to introduce this song who say "this beautiful animal must die, it is a death without reason and a death without reason, it is a murder." The moments of communion are not rare in a concert of Moz: each one fixes the singer, projecting his memories there. Such young man twists like a worm by fixing glance his singer, such man who must be father of family dandles himself, a hand around the size of that which one guesses being the partner of his days. To believe that one day, one will come to present the small last to him. Morrissey is not, appears it, follower of the shows lengthens. The show thus stops at the end of an hour and half, everyone leaves the scene. The public applauds all to break during a few minutes. Reappearance of Morrissey, which exchanged its preceding shirt against a news, very white, for a title (and which title!), famous There is has light that ever goes out of The Queen is Dead. It demolishes its shirt, and throws it to the public, then withdraws itself. The sounds of bells, again, resound in Olympia, and the lights are re-ignited. Half an hour later, in the street Caumartin, forty fans wait. The star of the evening leaves precipitately, protected by a hedge from black gowky men in bombers. Somebody shouts "you' Re still the greatest" ("you are always the best"). Ex-Smith does not stop. He will not sign any the posters or papers that the fans try to show him. The car slips by. Morrissey is still not the best with regard to the after-sales service, but essence is elsewhere: on scene, it still ensures. No the contract discographic, but the concert was filmed... The fans can thus await a video in the concert from here a few months. Remain, right now, a satisfaction in the form of relief: the age saved Morrissey. One can still promise some rich person to him hours of glory...