It moved me then, and it still does.

Musical exchange.

Apart from sharing a love for a country that has been used and abused by many, and many more to come; it turned out that we share a love for music as well. So I dedicate this relatively long (but short in content) page to you my true Lebanese friend. I hope that you will enjoy it.

La Perigourdine, St Germain.

Echoes

In a friend's apartment in Queen's Gate London, after a night at the Spider and Rock; Georges, a guitar, a record player and Lebanon on our mind. One example of how Culture Club, Madness, Del Amitri, Petshop Boys, Squeeze, Costello... and others were replaced for a short period of time.

The great divide.

Two major influences during my college days in England in an American college I would like to share.

Baron Von Tollbooth and me.

Many are the nights I have spent in the company of the Baron in the late seventies, dreaming of Grace and better days to come.

TFEH !!!

To my fellow countrymen on both sides of the divide, I dedicate (in two parts) the following with a deep feeling of shame that is eating me up inside.


1) Prophets of doom and gloom who gave up their rights for freedom and dignity thinking that one voice could not make a difference.
TFEH !




2) Half witted idiots willing to settle for "the lesser evil" claiming "beddna n3ish"
Once again TFEH !



Pride and Lebanese has become a contradiction in term lately.

TFEH !!!