This monkey's gone to heaven...

 

The rest can go to Hell.

Music rules. Rock 'n roll rules.

 

Dreams fulfilled last night. Nothing too fancy, just being able to scream to the top of my voice that if man is five, and if the Devil is six, then God is seven. Like I said, nothing too fancy. I don't need much to make me happy.

 

Music rules.

Clapping to the drums, finding the right rythm. Feeling the bass ripple through the earth and resonate in your lungs. Pogo-ing alongside fellow lovers of the English language. Closing your eyes, listening to the sounds, impregnating yourself in the words, the feelings. And screaming.

 

And crying. Tracy Chapman got me crying into her third song, and the tears welled up frequently after that. Cristal-clear voice, yet deep, warm and resounding. Shivers still run across my skin. She's a beautiful woman, face, hands and soul.

 

And alienated. Tis a definite advantage to know English for some of these concerts. The magic is strong, and it is deeply felt. An amazing experience. You can only feel sorry for those who were not open enough to feel it. And it strengthens you.

 

Regrets ?

Not to have shared the music with someone who understands.

But overall so very happy.

 

Merci Fanch...

 

 Pixies - This monkey's gone to Heaven