Why this morning had I had this sordid idea of borrowing the MP3 player for my son? I do not know. Usually these widgets do not attract me, especially not when I take my bike. I remember, as already at the time of the first players to be called at the time''Walkman''I did not cut myself off from my environment when I was running sound at full bicycle traffic and dared only a few times just walking on the sidewalk. But it was an exceptionally warm and sunny, carefree, history of trying, despite my age called mature, large and comfortable, I put on headphones on my ears. Yes, it's not those little plugs that are uncomfortable s'incérait into the hole to the ear eardrums, probably the better to smash. No! it's what I call living headphones. The ear is well built and well insulated edges ensures a positive break with its environment. Outside sounds do not spend any more. We moved into a comfortable listening timeless. But the start of the unit and selecting a music series took me some time with impatience. I almost give up and leave without the iPod.
So about to give up, feeling the thing to start it one last time, I'm suddenly assaulted by decibels spewed high volume on my eardrums that have to be said, lost a little habit listen to the music board. But younger, I confess, I was not giving my place and get stoned gleefully called eardrums with every wind music. On the phenomenon of listening to high volume of youth, generations and are very similar. In short, I just stupid, and I find the volume control. I decline to a level of listening more acceptable for my poor ears saturated. That's where I heard the piece that really played. It was Bob Marley,''Stand Up''.
And yes, young fortunately, do not listen to just rap. They will delve into the past and finds things well made that pass through time. So I began my hike with Bob Marley fumed. Then came the turn of the second song. Super! The Doors Riders on the Storm''.'' Desert ambience and the great outdoors. I already drove under a blazing sun, mind flooded with memories of youth that did arise this music. Carried away by the dreamlike atmosphere, unconsciously, I increased the volume slightly.
was great. I arrive in town, Led Zeppelin sings''Whole Lota Love''was at a fairly busy intersection. I look at the traffic lights, they indicate that the channel is reserved for pedestrians. So I agree. But since they have allowed right turns on red lights, the despots of the road disregard to pedestrians. And then I did not see coming, but worse, I did not hear coming. It boggles my mind at the last minute, and literally cut my path, and wham! I knocked over in front of the black BMW.
And yes, young fortunately, do not listen to just rap. They will delve into the past and finds things well made that pass through time. So I began my hike with Bob Marley fumed. Then came the turn of the second song. Super! The Doors Riders on the Storm''.'' Desert ambience and the great outdoors. I already drove under a blazing sun, mind flooded with memories of youth that did arise this music. Carried away by the dreamlike atmosphere, unconsciously, I increased the volume slightly.
was great. I arrive in town, Led Zeppelin sings''Whole Lota Love''was at a fairly busy intersection. I look at the traffic lights, they indicate that the channel is reserved for pedestrians. So I agree. But since they have allowed right turns on red lights, the despots of the road disregard to pedestrians. And then I did not see coming, but worse, I did not hear coming. It boggles my mind at the last minute, and literally cut my path, and wham! I knocked over in front of the black BMW.
At the moment, I am directly pushed my bike over the hood with an air of California Red Hot Chili Peper''''Can not Stop, during which I made a few barrels and finally landed flat on his back in a semi conscious or unconscious on the pavement hard. In spirit, I returned and I immediately thought, at the same time began''''Feeling Alright Joe Cocker, I had broken column spinal and I did not move from there. But in an effort not believe it, I moved and the pain miraculously faded rapidly giving way to adrenaline and anger. Although
posed enough of a temperament, it could happen to me take me in certain circumstances, especially where the stupidity and unconsciousness can indiscriminately kill indiscriminately. Always on adrenaline, I rise with the help of Joe Cocker, who flared his screaming voice on his''Feeling''All Wright. On the solo piano, I cry, unheard,''Species con!''
But once the anger had prevailed over reason and soon I realized that I ought to reason. They were both idiots, enough clothes brushes in their black and dark gray, and is already heading toward me with a look quite menacing. My adrenaline began to crystallize and I stood rooted to the spot. Thereafter, everything went very quickly and I never had the time to mute the music player or to remove those pesky headphones now spit of Frank Zappa's''Wet T-shirt''and prevented me from hear what men say these jaws angry rushing fists in the air.
But already, one of those fists avalanche crashed down on me, snapped in two when bent me crashed abdomen. I do not know how but I managed at the same time, partly to avoid another blow directly for my little mouth too wide. However, the fist that my face could dodge, abruptly ended his run by hitting one of my shoulders with such force that I landed on the back. I did not even have time to feel bad that the two men fought hard on me and kicked while the Stones were beginning''I can not get know''and that the pain is plastered all over my body. I protect my face, but I still received some who m'ébranlèrent seriously. And especially a kick between the legs which deprived me of breath so long that I thought for a moment, never to breathe. Eyes closed, I stood still and my pain I suffered silently, which fortunately were largely anesthetized by fear of leaving my skin. But they stopped.
I opened my eyes slightly to see that they were heading towards the cursed WB. Was it because of Pink Floyd, and'' Wish You Were Here''anachronistic in the ears or always the effect of adrenaline stuck in my brain? But I managed to get up painfully upright when they reached the doors of the car. The driver turned round and uttered those words that prevented me to hear Waters, and he referred him to me on the run and with a facies animal that left no doubt about his intentions. J'eu barely time to see shining in the sun, the blade that had suddenly emerged from his hand, I found myself reeling with a horrible hole in the stomach where a fountain of blood spurted. There I v'envahir felt pain while the voice of Lennon's''Imagine''ironically launched.
Text: Denis Remillard
Design: Stéphane Lamarche
