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vendredi 23 août 2013

Video-of-the-Day: Inspiration


Why didn't you come over, Amy ?

mercredi 21 août 2013

Pic-of-the-Day: Selah, Saleh, Sellah ?


Hard to be a Selah in Liban !

vendredi 9 août 2013

Is that why we can talk together that easy ?


With Selah, make love, not war.

jeudi 8 août 2013

How I survived a 14-day no-Selah Sue diet

It actually results from a period called "holidays", which takes you from home to another pleasant location which is supposed to change your mind, spend good times and let you take pretty pictures of what you live, camera helping to remember. It's supposed to and it did.

What about this diet ?
Because yes, you did read well: I did not listen to any Selah Sue song during 14 days... -I wish it doesn't sound like a Bill Clinton quote-.
While I introduce myself being someone that couldn't live without listening that music for two days in a row (I didn't quote myself because it's being big-head)...

Well. To try to start with an explication, I would say first that Selah Sue music is not really my partner's cup of tea: one of the hardest points to struggle with in my everyday life !
I try to find some tricks sometimes, with let sounding some covers (that she never heard before) where Selah's voice is less recognizable, or put some Adele song (that she likes) and then play a Selah one for that she could have a thought like "I finally don't dislike her voice so much".
Tries.
Again.
But it doesn't upset me. ;-)
So I couldn't stay hooked at my Selah Sue mp3 folder like I usually do.

He says "No Selah Sue", OMG

During these hours to drive and kilometers to do, I've decided to put radios.
Just because it changes habits, gives another ambiance, a summer one. French radios do it really good, with games, reports or other broadcasts. Good point for no Selah Sue in vakanties.
OMG, I said "no Selah Sue".

Of course, good habits are very difficult to lose and it was with great difficulties that I listened to Dutch or Flemish Belgian (worse still) people in camping talk to each other. At every moment I expected to hear Sanne Putseys voice to join the conversation (and start a song then)... but it was really undreamt of !
At the same time, this was reassuring me and made ​​me think that somehow, it would come again. Someday.

I actually slightly lied. Because this great pain calmed itself down when on a corner in Quimper, the owner of a vintage shop became my dealer and came to give me my dose.


It happened at the middle of my stay. To choose, the best moment given to be able to hold out.
Visiting this -kitsch and tasty- retro shop, I was concerned with old LPs that became ashtrays, original vintage packagings from 60's to 70's, still fit old toys or some Paris Match copies with coronation of Queen Elisabeth pictures.

The unexpected happened.

A vintage soundscape as well. Rock'n'roll oldies, disco hits, among other things.
It happened when I was just about to leave that shop, that shop of a man who became my 1-minute dealer. I was hit by 5 bass vibrations in G. Then 4 other bass notes. E♭.

A reminiscence.
A liberation.

What comes next is only happiness coming through my veins.
A voice, a rhythm; obviously familiar.
My distress came to an end as my rescuer's playlist was injecting me This World...
Life could go on normally.


What else to say.

If I was about to forget Selah Sue -OMG he said "forget Selah Sue"-, randomness helped me being set again on the Straight Path.
Never, I say, never, I would forget that man with such fantastic music tastes who gave that energy to go on with believing.


When you think everything is against you, think about the power of life and above all, keep on believing in Others and Yourself...
It works as this is how I survived a 14-day no-Selah Sue diet.

Soon on this channel, "Meanwhile..."