I've been thinking all the day, busy and running everywhere for work, but at the same time, too much time to think. I came home pretty late tonight and i dunno how i thought of this, but i found a loooong video from one favvo singer from my young time on youtube.
This is a special thing how music can bring you back to some states of mind. For me, Ben, it was 1996 and later, it was "everyone tinks i'm a nerd but i don't give a shit because my reality has nothing to do with your stupidity". A little later, it was my comfort when things were a little heavy to carry by myself. When i began to study, he was my companion at nights, nights that i spent learning millions of things that i've forgotten now. Ben and Led Zeppelin.
1996, i thought i was immortal. I would succeed in everything. only if i gave it a try. It worked. Almost. I remember almost every morning, when i was walking to the bus stop, i was feeling "oh what a wonderful day is beginning now, i will do whatever i want". I had energy to climb mountains and did not give a s*** about what people could think of me. Exept this boy Paul-Olivier. But he was not seeing me anyway, so i couldn't care less. I was about to conquer the world. Was I?
Time to go to sleep, but before that, if you have 1h41 to kill, enjoy:
If you are in a hurry, look at 1h16