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A serious music insight from JJ Cale’s song “Cajun Moon” makes me wonder if we’re not chained because one of us is. My legs are talking to me in the process.

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I started a blog 2 or 3 years ago when I started publishing my songs, but I have problems with the marketing. Anyway, I hope my legs don’t break writing seriously on life, guts help me, please! I’ll try my best to remain modest with that brutal honesty.

With time, I was surprised by a lot of English modern songs, talking about the moon. I had the curiosity to find out what they meant. Once, I read that “behind every great man there’s a great woman”.

This song is typical of what musicians do best: they influence each other in a positive way.  Music is also a great way of “traveling without moving”, as I will explain later.

Where Does Your Power Lie?

“Cajun Moon” is a song from Grammy Award winner (2008) JJ Cale, released in 1974 on his third studio album Okie. Several songs from the album were later covered by other artists; I’m going to choose the version from jazz flutist Herbie Mann featuring singer Cissy Houston on the album Surprises, which was released on the Atlantic label in 1976.

No wonder Atlantic records, a label dedicated to jazz and soul, later managed to sign Led Zeppelin, one of the most important rock ‘n’ roll bands of all time. Cale moved toward country and gospel in this album, although it is very slight. It remains low-key and bluesy in what was becoming his patented style.

Eric Clapton was a big fan of Cale and they did an album together; Clapton covered the famous “Cocaine” song. Another example is the song “Magnolia”, covered by Lee Fields and The Expressions. This will be the subject of a new post in the near future, no doubt about it.

Best Years Of My Life Gone By

Here I am now and I don’t wanna sing no sad song; I made all the right choices. The past makes you nervous and angry, the future is nothing but stress and anxiety; the present is associated with calm and serenity.

Did I mention crimes against humanity already? It’s not easy to say because I don’t want to be considered a victim but, my heart keeps me well informed, and he told me “famous last words”: Michels.

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El Michels Affair is a band formed by Leon Michels, he worked with Aloe Blacc on “I Need a Dollar”. Can it be that complex? Fundamental rights have been trampled with the greatest diplomacy, nonetheless, they have been trampled.

If I was a torturer, I would hold hostage a person as long as I can, and rob him of his prime years. I guess that’s what happened to me, but I had a secret weapon: music. Best years of my life gone by and I don’t care what the neighbor says.

Jacks, Jokers, and Clowns Won’t Celebrate

Some clowns refuse to go down, maybe thanks to the “me decade” (that’s how a historian labeled the 1970s). That’s the case of Mr al-Assad (also called “Bachar”). I’m wasting my hate on him because of my mustache, and other forms of facial hair which are globally understood to be signs of the post-pubescent male.

This is a terrible diplomacy mistake to have underestimated Syria for a simple reason: Iraq. When the children of that region will wake up, there will be a terrible thing that will happen.

I was born in a country at war, and we’re talking about 20th-century warfare. Since 1945, civilians are the principal person involved, as if it was a stupid computer game. Awful “rigor mortis” moments at the United Nations when they show pictures of the war in the region.

Another sign of death is “pallor mortis”, as if your skin was pale like God’s only dove. When it comes to communication, it’s more important what you don’t say or do! Communication breakdown, it’s always the same old story.

A Vision Left Some Seeds During Sleeping

Fools said I, you do not know!  I won’t say that the sound of silence is not soothing (my neighbor was a bit disturbed by my singing, and suddenly he was gone); silence sometimes is worthless for your neighbor.

Talking about the neighborhood, I sometimes wonder who my neighbors are: Israel, Iran, Syria, Iraq, Jordan. Did I mention Europa, a Phoenician princess that gave her name to a continent?

Last but not least, the world police: the United States of America (in my contract, I have a clause to mock the US because I work for both the CIA and the FBI, courtesy of Bill Murray and a movie he starred in).

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The Man Who Knew Too Little is a 1997 American-German spy comedy film starring Bill Murray, directed by Jon Amiel, and written by Robert Farrar and Howard Franklin. The film is based on Farrar’s novel Watch That Man, and the title is a parody of Alfred Hitchcock’s 1934 film The Man Who Knew Too Much and his 1956 remake of the same title.

Listening to music is something that trains your oceanic feeling (to refer to the sensation of being one with the universe). Did you have knees problem once? Then this is for you.

War, Sounded So Personal and Factual

I can’t wait for the Saturday to begin. I mean 2020. Don’t know why I have to wait, but I know how it is bugging me.

Some will say it’s forcing me to thrive. But honestly, who needs cancer (perhaps)? I discovered that, in autoimmune disorders, we are making a mistake and blaming ourselves; we do it to ourselves.

I think it’s not really shocking, it’s just that sometimes it’s very aggressive. And everyone knows that defense wins championships.

I decided that some influencers’ driving license will be removed and that we will find another driver because I’m tired of serious incidents. If he got me, like he got you, we’re in for 2020. This love is so heavy, it’s making me stagger.

Here are the main reasons to be on your knees. Let me tell you, all that doesn’t glitter sometimes is gold; like dust on your hand, down to your shoes. Maybe I’ll update that list in the future; maybe I will make a post about it and develop my point of view.

Might As Well Play With A Blog

  • you’re 14 years old and you’ve been brainwashed,
  • you are at a crossroad and nobody seems to know you,
  • you discovered a wonderful artwork and you lose your religion,
  • your lover is making you crawl and your dreams are fading,
  • you are dying of thirst or hunger and think about nature,
  • your name is Nicholas, meaning “victor of the people”,
  • you experienced war and suffer from shell shock,
  • an army of fake people have taken over your subconscious mind,
  • you’ve been thunderstruck and you live on the razor’s edge,
  • you are a fan of one minute is fine and the next black,
  • you must be invisible and no one knows you,
  • the worst is yet to come.

While I’m making that list for blog traffic purpose, I realize that I was born on my knees with such a first name. At first, I thought the problem was my astrological sign (Libra) but suddenly I see why I’m on my knees: Nicolas means “victor of the people!

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There’s A Moon Over Bourbon Street

I don’t know if its fear, desire or imagination. I have the face of a criminal, but the hands of a priest; I’ve been careless with a delicate woman; I’m the priest guts never paid. Once, I read that abstraction level was key to success or failure, as demonstrated by “widespread apathy among students” (sic) of a class whose teacher’s level was low.

Here is an example, taken from a song: I have 10 years to lose, try to fight that ghetto blues (if they catch me). That’s a Gil-Scott Heron song. What blues are you fighting at the moment, and when will it end? And last but not least, how exactly did it start?

I’m starting to think that love is not a subject that interesting. The real subject for mankind is justice; maybe there was a reason why my astrological sign is Libra, the seventh astrological sign in the Zodiac. If you were in a position to witness an injustice, would you stand still?

May I Land My Kinky Machine?

This is the subject of the 1st episode of comic Valerian and Laureline, the most influential work on modern science fiction; by the way, Luc Besson just released a movie about it, a few months ago.

Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets is a 2017 English-language French 3D science fiction adventure film written and directed by Luc Besson, and co-produced by Besson and his wife, Virginie Besson-Silla. The film is based on the French science fiction comics series Valérian and Laureline, written by Pierre Christin and illustrated by Jean-Claude Mézières.

With the word “kinky”, I always think about a song depicting a girl who changed radically and became the most beautiful woman on Earth. In the song, someone asks “what made you want to be this way?”

I spend a lot of time on Quora lately and people always talk about motivation problems. Is it the duration of the effort that makes us forget about the initial motivation? Maybe in a few months, we will be free!


Also published on Medium.

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Written by na1man

I've been listening to music for more than 20 years, trying to get a message in each of the 5000 songs I listened to. I'm interested in all topics (sports, art, science, philosophy, health, travel). I connect the dots with contemporary music. This blog will be the result of more than 20 years of work on humanity (ripples in the curvature of spacetime).

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