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Oct 31, 2017

I guarantee people are the same wherever you go. Why didn’t you call me? Now’s the time for looking back on teenage years, because it seems it is a critical moment. People say it is severe and cruel, and that might be why we end up a better person.

Mannish Boy

“As a junior tennis player, I felt betrayed at around 14 when so many of these single-minded flailing boys became abruptly mannish and tall” (David Foster Wallace). “It was better for a woman to stand back, keep quiet, and let the men work out their mannish problems” (Maya Angelou).

At the age of 5, my mum said I was going to be the greatest man alive. All that talk of getting healthier, it’s getting me down: what is health? Please mister judge, given the complexity of the case, take your time? Please mister postman, I’m not sleeping and there are no places I’m going to?

Here Comes the Rain Again

American singer and songwriter Macy Gray was already a mother of three when she released her first album in 1999, the strikingly original On How Life Is. Roughly a year later, she had one of the biggest hits in the land: “I Try”. “A Moment to Myself” appears on this debut studio album, released on July 1, 1999 by Epic Records.

Produced by Andrew Slater, it became Gray’s best-selling album to date, selling 3.2 million copies in the United States and seven million copies worldwide. The album was met with highly positive reviews from music critics upon its release, with many praising Gray’s songwriting and vocal performance. 

Some magazine called it a “confident, bluesy soul debut […] with a lived-in sound – as if Rod Stewart were a girl.” “A Moment to Myself” contains a sample of “Human Beat Box” by The Fat Boys, excerpts of “The Wildstyle” by Time Zone, and a sample of “Entropy (Hip Hop Reconstruction from the Ground Up)” by DJ Shadow & the Groove Robbers.

One of the songs on the album (“I Try”) won a Grammy Award for Best Female Pop Vocal Performance in 2001. Instead of chasing her hit with similar offerings, Macy kept making funky, unpredictable music. Her second album, The Id (2001), went to #1 in the UK, but in America radio and MTV had other priorities, and no hits emerged.


The superego has 4 basic injunctions, like “have fun”, “don’t have fun”, “be perfect” and “submit yourself”. One has also pointed out the link of a moment to yourself and dignity. My identity has been revealed: I’m gross and perverted, I have existed for years but very little has changed.

I saw a rainbow but the colours are black and white. Guts check and peak communication are driving me insane. My superego is telling me now: “just do it”. Naive people tend to overthink things, as if they anticipated the father (of the girl they’re interested in) to be, maybe, a military.

It seems it’s a parallel universe or something: we are all responsible when it comes to security. The leafs were falling down, the sky was crying. And now, seasons don’t mean a thing, except maybe for other people.

For those who have cancer, which is a disease typical of a mess, please remember that in winter, it can get awfully cold. You might drink a hot wine in the mountain, on the sunny side. But remember: in summer, it is time to take a break.

More than a feeling? It’s the power of love. And marijuana. I read that someone was completely healed by that stuff. It’s just he was trying to please somebody I think. This is called narcissistic perversion and we are all accomplices.


When you act like you never had love, I think maybe you had too much. My eyes they’re just holograms, and you’ll never be more than twist in my sobriety. Hand me the whisky bottle.

Please enter my world, and crawl with me in the temple of cashmere. Soft and wet maybe? Sit back and watch my scorny frame invade your feelings. Girls form an orderly queue please.

When I get that 100 like on my Facebook fan page, I will have social proof. Because lately I got 10k likes on an article but I think those guys were watching TV and were bored. Otherwise, I can’t explain why nobody visited the other posts of my blog.

It doesn’t matter, these guys listen to Gangnam Style. I don’t belong with them. I belong in France, Lebanon and the English world. Maybe China, Iran and Brazil. I hope I will go to Corcovado one day, and visit my statue.

In other words, a look that time can’t erase. Let’s take a lover’s vow and seal it with a … (intentionally left blank). My superego is telling me to write something before it’s too late.

El Michels Affair has reminded us of the worst moments in our history: promised heights and promised hate. I get dizzy, both with too much oxygen and too much jealousy. My heart has drawn a line between good music and bad music: in a nutshell, bad music you listen to it alone.

The Winner Takes It All

The loser standing tall and talented, because next time he will elevate his game. At least, that’s what I got from competition. Today, my competitors are Frederic Beigbeder, Edgar Allan Poe and Michels Houellebecq. Yesterday it was my childhood friends.

Whatever I do, I’m under the influence of 1997. Strong identity and dignity: now I got no patience, I will go to Iraq and Syria fight with my brothers in law. I hate those guys because they spend their time disguising their motivation with money. What is money to those guys?

Time has frozen but my heart is open. We’ll have to wait and sit, and when all will be revealed, we will think of how Almeria was won, and where it got us. In the Middle East, if ideas seem clear and simple, think again: politics don’t have a clue how the majority feels.

I’ll give you a clue: without monstrous love, where would we be now? You would be free of bad diseases like malignant cancer. Everybody knows, when little children play, they need a sunny day to grow straight and tall.

I don’t know if people know what war is: war is not a walk down on main street, it’s a story that can’t be told. Everybody agreed that chemical weapons should be banned; that was a bit vague because attrition warfare was lurking.

She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak
I’ve been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
I’ve been drawn into your magnetar pit trap trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black

Personal Jesus

Israel will bring Jesus back. That was the mindset of American presidents in the first part of the 20th century. May we have a strong foundation to face history and geopolitics. If you want to deal with geopolitics, I think the best word to describe it is: don’t be naive.

Lebanese people should say: first we take Paris, then we take Washington. I’ve been sentenced to 20 years in blue funk and facts distortion; maybe writing the picture of Phrygian Purple as a blog will help me.

The mirror is giving me strong reflections on identity and dignity. Who is responsible for that mess? There is no certitude but usual suspects are: Israel, Syria, Palestine, Iran and Iraq.

Truth is everybody wants a piece of Lebanon, even Turkey. The Ottoman Empire was the dog with disease in the first part of the 20th century. But then, Afghanistan came over and said: we are the reason for that mess.

The Soviet–Afghan War lasted over nine years, from December 1979 to February 1989. Insurgent groups known together as the mujahideen, as well as smaller Maoist groups, fought a guerrilla war against the Soviet Army and the Democratic Republic of Afghanistan government, mostly in the rural countryside.

I’ve learned that Hitler justified the Holocaust with the Armenian genocide. If you’re victim of a foolish heart, make sure to check the angle: recycled chemotherapy, years of Egyptian love (hot natured) and, last but not least, treachery and treason.

If you get caught, you can face disciplinary sanctions, as if you forgot to close the bathroom door while pooping. Thanks to our moral bankruptcy, nobody will say a word and our children will suffer and beat their children.

To the Moon and Back

We should remember to get back where we once belonged. That was the key of a happy life: that mother fucker is always spiked with pain. Again, hipsters don’t lie according to Shakira.

I know some people whose main job is to tell lies, like everything will be fine. No, it’s not OK, those methods should be disclosed: penetration. How did they rape the universe exactly? Who are those men of power, innuendo and vulgarity? Honesty will cheer up everybody; watch out for your loved ones.

I was one of those guys but the picture of Phrygian Purple is forcing me to write. The mirror made me lose 5 kilos in 10 minutes. Translate? We need a little controversy but I don’t like people who break my balls for 20+ years.

I’m running out of excuses, although my complex is very simple: we don’t need the key (or the lungs), we’ll break in! The dark side of the moon was very dark: so dark that even my mama thinks my mind is gone.

And I decided to be nice with the boss, maybe I will get a raise or something. I’ll be back with a song, mixing dorian and phrygian modes, mixolydian and aeolian, Fleetwood Mac and Carlos Santana.

Because music is the only art form that will enable humanity to evolve into a place without strange feelings of moral bankruptcy. Now wait for chapter 11 of that blog. Music will allows us to discover each other before really knowing each other.

Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps

Let’s make our mind up: I chose to write that blog until 2020. Don’t know why I can’t let anybody melt my cold, cold heart. Anyway, I don’t wonder anymore where I got it. In the parallel universe of geopolitics, you shouldn’t think too much: usual suspects are naive people.

Rest is something we all need, as well as digestion. If you try not to breathe, make sure to have a cigarette. Also, watch out for pancreatic cancer: what I mean is that your creativity is important and it starts with food for thoughts.

I don’t know about Coca Cola’s secret formula, but the formula for failure is simple. If you base your reasoning on 2+2=5, the teacher will remove you from this class. And you, what is your key to failure? Do you overthink things like naive people?

If you liked that post or more generally my blog, don’t forget to go to my about page for details on “like, share, comment and donate”. In other words, this sounds serious and I might give up before being seriously injured by sailing into the mystic.

I saw a rainbow earlier today
Lately those rainbow be comin’ round like everyday
Deep in the struggle I have found the beauty of me
God is watchin and the devil finally let me be

Here in this moment to myself
I’m gonna vibe with no one else
There is a conversation I need to have with me
It’s just a moment to myself

There’re all looking at you, you’re got everything to lose
Get up and dance girl, sing your tu-rah-loo-rah-loo
And quit bitchin bout how don’t nobody really love you
Spread your rubber lovin and it bounces back to you

Flowers are bloomin under gray skies and moons
Seems like I’m winnin everytime I lose
And the answer I been looking for been here all this time
Spread your rubber lovin and it bounces back to you

Nicolas Sursock

Nicolas is a musician. His work now focuses on digesting 10000 songs of jazz, blues, soul, rock, funk and electronic. He plays the guitar if he's not blogging!