From morning to night, we are invaded by sounds, sometimes even forgetting them. These sounds can be listed to define a Lorraine identity. There are noises, intonations, typical Lorraine sounds. These are for example the canons of history, those of wars, but also the sound of the wind, so particular when it blows at the top of the hills of Sion and Mousson.
Moussaillons, think that these sounds are sums of shivers, produced in all seasons for generations. To establish the coat of arms of our sounds, let’s also probe the peasant, artisanal and industrial traditions: the noise of the scythe being sharpened, in a field of bran or wheat, the ax which strikes, the fir tree which is felled, the rattling of the textile workshops, the din of the drills of the mine, the crank of the first automobiles, whose invention is Meuse, let us remember, and made a lot of noise. We can add to this sound identity card some famous Lorraine voices, incomparable, those of Patricia Kaas for example, or Claude Vanony who serves us the inimitable patois and on which we all in Lorraine have the same sound: it is unavoidable ! We say it in unison. In the essential of Lorraine sounds, let’s add the sparkling of what we brew… and since we are talking about beer, let’s think of the sound of the dead and the silence of our battlefields, our cathedrals and our abbeys. Silences are also pretty sounds… as Véronique Sanson often says. Let’s now increase the bosom of sounds with this unique noise in Lorraine: the slamming of hooch glasses. Be careful, after a few drinks, you are knocked out and in your underwear and you can then confuse the long and plaintive cry of the lynx in love time with the song of the sausage, which is not what you think; saucisson in Lorraine is also the sound of the sawmill’s jigsaw!
