Sprechen Sie Deutsches?

I love babblefish! Unfortunately, I don't know a foreign language and I feel a little uncultured because of it. Oh sure, I can throw out a few Cajun French phrases, some elementary French and Spanish, and I can swear in German, French, and Spanish, but none of that helps me when I'm listening to Falco or Rammstein.

Yes, you read me right. I somehow always manage to find (and like) music that's in German! Nina (99 Luftballoons), Falco (Rock Me Amadeus), and of course, Rammstein (lots of stuff). For some reason, the German lyrics sound...perfect. In the case of Rammstein, it sounds harsh and eerie. In the other two 80's 1-hit wonder cases, it's just good fun.

However, my love of foreign languages in music does not extend beyond German. Maybe it has something to do with the mornings I'd wake up at my friend's house with her mom cleaning house to Rockin' Polka. My best friend's mom is from Germany and she has just the cutest accent! There's nothing like her New Years Eve parties with dozens of little German women making you dance the polka until you nearly faint from exhaustion, or my friend's wild, yodeling aunt leading a Conga line through the house.

This post has reminded me that I need to post this week's Cajun French Word/Phrase of the week. I don't speak Cajun French unfortunately. My grandfather grew up speaking strictly that, but when he went to school, he was severely punished for not speaking English which means that he never taught my mom or his grandchildren. It's quickly becoming a lost language and I want to share it with everyone.

Anyway, I think I've done enough rambling here. I will add that at some point, this topic will come up in one of my books. I'm not exactly sure how, but it will. Oh yes, it will.