Well, I just came back from a long walk in the park and lived this wonderfully strange musical adventure I really need to share, and what other place better than this!
I first got out because I had this humongous headache I wanted to chase away, and once out, discovered a beautiful, sunny day. To put some perk in my steps, I decided to listen to some great Ukrainian punk (then again, thank you Moejoe) and put on, with others, this particular song:
It's appealing lyrics and overtaking rhythm propelled me into one of my greatest fantasies (don't laugh): to be (lets say live with) a big hairy Russian man, to live the incredible passions and profound depressions of this cliché I have in mind, throwing vodka glasses in fireplaces and getting drunk out of my mind for political reasons.
As I strolled down the path, I was laughing at playful SHUMs and enthusiastic doggies (or is it enthusiastic SHUMs and playful doggies), letting myself be fascinated by the ever changing reflections of light in tree leaves, retaining myself to dance and sing along with the music, when that song started:
Nothing more hallucinogenic than Jefferson's Airplane! Suddenly, it wasn't me walking around trees, it was them dancing in front of my eyes, celebrating the explosion of spring, stretching their branches as high as they could. Not wanting to openly hug the dear trees, I began highfiving every maple leaf close enough to be gently slapped without to many people noticing. Mindlessly smiling at passerbys, I started floating back home, as this usually horrifying song started:
I found myself inwardly howling with the chorus, not without one glimpse of lucidity: what the heck is that song doing on my MP3 player? I did, anyway, listen to it all, enjoying particularly the poem at the end (first time I heard it, for what I know, and sadly it's not on this video, but I swear it exists). Then one last song, to bring me back safely home:
Last time I heard that one, I was to high to be mentioned, and it was four years ago, right before I stopped everything illicit. I never could listen to it when not in an unmentionable state of mind, but today, I loved it.
So here it is. What do you think, too many Zany Carters or a really poor choice of music in my MP3 player?
P.S.: Just to be on the safe side, don't take this post too seriously!
