Siberia Fans Jumping In The Concert Pit

Sep 24, 2018

A serious music insight by a song reminds me that the real challenge is not to reach the highest level, the goal is to stay on top as if you were a bird.

Nobody knows why a bird flies. But we know today how it feels thanks to satellites and planes. Why did humans not evolve wings?

One day, I’ll fly away said the song. What more can your love do for me? This is how I feel when I think about 1994, the year where I experienced severe jealousy from my classmates.

In that case, there were no fans to help me; I was alone with a guilty silence from the surroundings. Of course, other monsters joined the band that was screaming a song like “can’t get him/her out of my head”.

Boy, class hatred engulfs all feelings as if it was a Godwin point.

When I Was A Child, I Loved Music

I remember the first time I cried on a song. I won’t tell you what song it was except it was a Phil Collins one. Phil Collins has a wonderful song called “Easy Lover”. In a nutshell, they take your heart and you end up on your knees.

You can call it some dirty love. You end up in a coma and people think your emotions are cheap. Your diploma is useless and you forget everything you learned. Spies came out of the water.

When you lose consciousness, the first step is to verify there is no loss of knowledge like riding a bike, smoking a cigarette or going on a holiday.

They wanted me to join the fighting and I did. I know I lost some friends because of that but I had no choice. It’s like taking an exam where the teacher says you have to deal with that subject.

Colder Than January, The Depressing Month

You ain’t been blue. Until you get that mood indigo. An old funky feeling that goes right down to your shoe. The vagus nerve (related to the heart) shows on your hands and feet. That’s why when you look at your hands, make sure to check your feet also.

The climate here in Paris has contaminated the entire world. I know France has a hard time acknowledging that and I don’t want to spit on this beautiful country where I spent most of my time since 1980.

But France has a serious problem with that climate with strange influences from the East. In my mind, the East is synonymous with communism (Russia). They say you appreciate capitalism when you experienced communism.

Colder than January: this is what communism is all about.

Must Say I’m Ecstatic With That Cold

Siberia is an extensive geographical region spanning much of Eurasia and North Asia. Siberia has historically been a part of modern Russia since the 16th and 17th centuries.

With an area of 13.1 million square kilometers (5,100,000 sq mi), Siberia accounts for 77% of Russia’s land area, but it is home to approximately 36 million people—27% of the country’s population. This is equivalent to an average population density of about 3 inhabitants per square kilometer (7.8/sq mi) (approximately equal to that of Australia), making Siberia one of the most sparsely populated regions on Earth.

Worldwide, Siberia is well known primarily for its long, harsh winters, with a January average of −25 °C (−13 °F), as well as its extensive history of use by Russian and Soviet administrations as a place for prisons, labor camps, and exile.

How come me a Mediterranean feel like I’m in Siberia? And how does it feel exactly? I’m going to tell everything in the next paragraph.

Bad Love, Need Something I Can Be Proud Of

I got 10 years to lose with that ghetto blues (if they catch me). People around me ridiculed Jesus and his message. I thought it was insulting. But guess what: I made fun of Buddha (I’m an oriental Christian).

Don’t put yourself in a position to do 10 years in prison. Even if they let you go out and take a coffee and smoke a cigarette. My woman left me and wouldn’t say why. But I will give you a clue: there was a rider on the storm.

A killer on the road. His brain was squirming like a toad. And now I can’t go on holidays. And now I wonder what I will tell my children if I have any.

If you give me a ride, sweet family (or memory, I don’t know) will die. Maybe the next post will be about misread lyrics in a song, which it seems is quite common.


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!