According to some research that I recently conducted, music can produce an orgasm to its listeners. All right, I guess it is not an orgasm in the exact sense you experience it during sexual intercourse, but in any case, it’s something just as strong. I have always enjoyed the slight trembling sensations through which good songs are capable of delighting my body and make my heart beat stronger, but it was only a few days ago that I felt something I have never experienced before. Of course, I am talking about personal experience here. Don’t expect this to be a step-by-step guide of how to experience a sensational moment caused by music. I can only guarantee you that with change of perspective and the way you approach music in general, comes maturity of the internal experience that leads to a divine climax, so unique, because only you would go through it the way you would go through it. You and only you. Maybe will you not only experience it differently than everybody else, which as an absolute guarantee, but you will also discover a musical piece, which has only ever led you from all the people in the world to that divine moment I am refering to. And that’s so insane if you think about it.
While rubbing finger marks off the table, I suddenly collapsed. Adrenaline
The table in our living room is made out of glass and as you can imagine, with 6 people in the house, two of which younger children, it often has to be cleaned from finger marks. This is a taks I repeatedly do in the course of a single week, and then it was one of those times I made my mind to thoroughly clean the table with soap and water, going through every single spot and corner. I put on my Spotify on the TV, my daily playlist recommending me some French indie rock, which I am very much fond of, considering that particular time frame of my past when I had some precious moments in Paris and Toulouse. First song that started playing was Passager by La Belle Bleue. It contained some African motifs which made me turn surprised to the screen. I was even more surprised when I saw the cover of the album, which the song was from. Not so much because it represented a direct analogy to Moby Dick, but because I was just reading a chapter from the book, more particularly chapter 68, The Blanket, where Ishmael speaks about the vastness of the whale.
It does seem to me , that herein we see the rare virtue of a strong individual vitality, and the rare virtue of thick walls, and the rare virtue of interior spaciousness. […] But how easy and how hopeless to teach these fine things! Of erections, how few are doomed like St. Peter’s! Of creatures, how few vast as the whale!
This lyrical deviation had no meaning other than being a representation of signs we are surrounded by all the time. Anyways, back to the shock that I experienced one song after the Passager passed. I continued rubbing the table from finger marks, when I suddenly fell. It was so strong and so inexplicable what happeened, at first I couldn’t take anything of my surrounding. And then again, the song provoked in me a sudden shock, arousal, attack, my body became wavy and I felt as though I was dying and living more than any other moment of my life. I began listening consciously. I placed the sponge beside me and left myself to the song. I gave up all my control and surrendered completely. It was them again. La Belle Bleue. The song, Adrénaline. Lots of adrenaline going through my body then, indeed. And many other chormones interwined with emotional bursts, that’s certain.
A similar reaction was produced by Le ciment.
Libérait mille fragments d’ou jaillirent “haine” et “je t’aime”.
How infinitely do I love to feel and understand the depths of oceans only I have access to. I’m so blessed.
Lea
Lea is an ordinary girl from Paris, who taught me that being ordinary is extraordinary, when that ordinariness is accompanied by an wisdom and not just expressed as such on the outside. Of course, this is a personal exptrapolation from another song very dear to my heart, Lea by Louise Attaque. Lea is nothing, and everything at the same time. She is a girl defined by her indefinability. She is a human with no adjectives attached to her. And that is what makes her be everything. I am so fascinated by that song which creates a character I can fully identify with, or at least I strive for that. The only way to experience life in its fullest sense is to get rid of adjectives.
You are intelligent. You are rational. You are skinny. You are quiet. You are responsible. You are ambitious. You get good grades. You are perfect. I want to be like you. Don’t change, people should be like you.
Fuck you all. That’s not me. That will never be me. If that were to be me, than I prefer to disown myself.
