Today I was thinking about our Syrian neighbour. I was wondering if Syria was still alive because I'm hanging on by a thread. I was a victim of Assad's brutal dictatorship since I was born in 1980.
Today my brain resembles pictures of Syria where you can see all the destruction the civil war has brought. But Assad is still threatening Lebanon by saying "we can't stay out of the region's fire". As Hendrix would sing: "let me stand next to your fire".
The Middle East and the Arab World has become the toy of choice for our great superpowers like America and the BRICS. The Mediterranean is a mess to the point that we are working almost every day even though it's 37 degrees celsius.
I don't want to work too much; I only want to forget the civil war. That's why I'm smoking 4 packs a day. You can call me a hypocrite if you want. But this isn't the only thing that makes me sick to my stomach.
Did You Experience The Deadly Weapon Of Indifference?
Today I was browsing the web about Syria and stumbled upon an article of the Jerusalem Post: indifference is more deadly than fear. It seems an NGO is doing some humanitarian work in Syria. Against all odds.
As Bill Murray used to put it in the movie The Man Who Knew Too Little: "both". The question was: "what are you? CIA? FBI?" and the answer was "both".
The fact that the Jerusalem Post is making that NGO a model of humanity makes you forget they are probably doing some spying for Israel's army. Yes, modern warfare now has become less frank possible.
You're looking for a lover who won't blow your cover: it's so hard to find. It seems today everything became more complicated because of France and The Revolution. So now we have NGOs doing spying for the army. This makes me sick to my stomach.
If You Get Badly Caught Can You Bet A Dollar?
In a world where spies probably work for at least 2 organizations in order to buy a home in Brighton, you can bet one day your stomach will wake you up and tell you: "what kind of fool are you?"
I'm an experienced man but I must say modern warfare has become absolutely disgusting. We know at the beginning of the 20th century they said: "a war to end all wars". Since then, we had WW2 and the planet became a far west saloon. After that, we had time to breathe until 9/11.
Treachery and treason: there's always an excuse for it. Edward Snowden in Russia reminds us that, in that kind of business, the one who has a cold will go down. This makes me sick to my stomach.
May I Have Your Tragic Attention To Details Please?
It takes time and effort to understand the music sometimes. A French music journalist once complained that an artist massacred Jimi Hendrix. You can't really understand everything Hendrix made if you don't pay attention.
It's true some songs are easy to digest and easy to listen to. The lyrics are simple and the emotions are surprisingly naive. But the true beauty of the experience is that you are able to pay attention to the smallest detail that could make a difference. Even Winston Churchill used to say that "what you call luck is attention to details".
That Jerusalem Post article is surprisingly aimed at naive people that don't want to see the brutal truth: today everything becomes an instrument toward domination. Some might say it can make you sick to your stomach; the thing I have in mind is how sometimes children are also a hostage.
What Unique Strange World Can Treason Create?
I'm French and Lebanese so I might be a double agent. I also speak English fluently so, as you can see, I could work for 3 countries without really noticing. At one point I thought this was an advantage; I had an edge on the competition. But now this is making me sick to my stomach.
What a wonderful world: you can see spies of yellow (with liver problems) and red bosses too (furiously angry). And I see a pure massacre that an NGO is trying to prevent. Of course, they like to keep an eye on their neighborhood.
The secret is in the cheese: one day I went to a shrink because I was tired and she told me: "to a doctor, you can say everything". So I started to talk about childish things like how one of my friends' mother had 4 children with 3 fathers.
Today I'm 39 and I still don't have children. I will never know how I was watched from the shadows as a child. I will never know how it feels to love and get over it. People in power are so freaked out about espionage and we could start to understand Big Brother.
Someone crashed the party and there are dead people everywhere. Bring your alibis!
If you can just get your mind together
Then come on across to me
We'll hold hands, and then we'll watch the sunrise
From the bottom of the sea
But first, are you experienced?
Or have you ever been experienced?
Well, I have
I know, I know you probably scream and cry
That your little world won't let you go
But who in your measly little world
Are you trying to prove that
You're made out of gold and, eh, can't be sold
So uh, are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
Well, I have
Ah, let me prove it to you
[Instrumental break 1:42-2:55]
Trumpets and violins I can hear in the distance
I think they're calling our names
Maybe now you can't hear them, but you will (haha)
If you just take hold of my hand
Oh, but are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
Not necessarily stoned, but beautiful
Are You Experienced?
The Jimi Hendrix Experience