Today I want to write a tribute to the city. We were looking for a long time for a jungle where we wouldn’t risk our lives on a daily basis. The complexity of the animal reign can be summarised very easily: watch out for allusions.

I know what you think: it’s still a jungle. Okay maybe one day someone will eat you but the real benefit of the city jungle is that you can live a little before being eaten by a joker or a thief.

The city jungle is so beautiful you get to meet a lot of animals. Take for example the kind of women you can meet in the jungle:

  • there’s one kind who takes care of her skin a lot,
  • there’s one kind who at night practices martial arts,
  • there’s one kind who you must be very delicate with,
  • there’s one kind who looks for sensations,
  • there’s one kind who commits suicide to avoid the enemy.

Yes the city jungle is wonderful and being an observer is fascinating. Of course, you could become an actor and face some heat. But it seems there’s a kind of solidarity in the city jungle.

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Will You Survive In The Jungle Sometimes?

Yeah I know it’s like a jungle sometimes: you’re close to the edge and try not to lose your head. That was a message sponsored by Grandmaster Flash aka the king of illumination. There’s something about 80s music that makes me sweat.

See video killed the radio star and when MTV arrived in the 80s, they started to reach out to record labels to create nice music videos for songs.

You shouldn’t ask too much question in life: video killed the radio star. Well this is debatable since I know some people still listen to the radio today. And for a long time I didn’t watch MTV because I used to listen to music playing on a computer or studying.

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Will You Be Welcomed In The Jungle?

The only way to survive in the jungle is to monitor your allusions. For example, today I’m forever in debt because of a moment of madness in 2010. I’ve been locked in a state of total confusion for weeks.

Yesterday I was speaking with someone in the jungle: she was a human resource professional. We were talking a lot and suddenly it came out: doctors create disease and then find a cure. What wouldn’t you do for some money?

Maybe the doctors already have the cure for something and then make everybody ill. Anyway if you want to survive watch out for allusions: for example today the blog doesn’t make money. I got a funnel and loyalty problem that a business student will take care soon.

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Is Your Heart Beating Like A Jungle Drum?

I like this song: “rokoto rokotomkotomtom”. This sounds like a jungle drum, no doubt about it. But the heart knows the difference between a complex animal reign and solidarity which will allow humanity to travel space easily.

As years go by, solidarity becomes a deadly weapon because more and more will you face extreme conditions. Take for example a simple number: what’s your age again? At 10 years old, to survive you just need a nice family. But until 22 years old you need a few good friends to survive and maybe a lover.

After 22 years down on Earth it becomes more complicated: you might need a strip club or a sex toy. This is debatable because not everybody can face extreme conditions like the underground or 5 years in investment banking during the worst crisis since 1929.

Of course, the examples from my life could also be inspired by my heroes: Eric Clapton, Jimi Hendrix and much more.

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Can The Jungle Rule Your Head?

Take for example Clapton. Clapton quickly became a part of The Beatles’ inner circle and best friends with George Harrison (even later marrying Harrison’s ex-wife Pattie Boyd). Would Clapton’s career be different without The Beatles’ encounter?

Today my musical career is facing some serious roller coaster and, as a result, I’m shouting and screaming on the internet. Maybe it’s the love from Russia that makes me stagger. Or maybe my allies decided to play a game on me.

One thing is sure though: France has let me down. Even though I did like its jam sessions, a friend of my father summarised nicely the dilemma: “there’s nothing to do in France anymore”.

See France seems to have been devastated by an earthquake. Reconstruction took some time and now France is producing vegetables. Those people don’t know a thing about autonomy and always need someone for even the simplest task.

Make no mistake: those vegetables will be destroyed by the jungle in the blink of an eye. France needs to produce people that probably rely on themselves only!

Nicolas Sursock

Written by 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.