Mc Konnar is surrounded by people, they dance, they laugh, they touch, they talk, they kiss, they drink, they smoke. He observes them with his eyes, all red and smiling. In slow motion...hair brushing cheeks...hands touching by chance...a smile, a laugh...a perfume mixed with cigarettes...someone falls over there...we meet don't care, look at the crowd instead: an incredible burst of happiness...and while giggling to himself with joy, he expels what he's smoking in a semi-repressed breath that makes him cough while saying to himself:

"...that's cool!..." and bobbing your head up and down like when you mean you understand.

A sign showing this very fine side of mixing the sign of understanding with the sign of pleasure: they are repressed from a very young age, to follow an education whose structure is hyper-rational: and it is with blows of " do you understand me? No sir...please, calm down! Keep your hands up! Don't move! Do you understand sir? » - and it continues like this for a time that we call, in the jargon, taking someone for an idiot - that they are forced, automated to define everything, determine everything, say everything, everything laugh, everything, hop laaa...! They have to show everything to everyone, to lots of people...like that!...because it's good! “Do you want to pay by credit card, debit card, check, cash, helicoptered by a young wolf, fucked by a wildebeest? » is the only gesture of this tribe which shows sincerity, envy of others, friendship and tolerance.
Other than that, these are gestures that can be summed up as: “go to work”. It is therefore normal for them and it is a reflex to show their understanding when they understand.
And there, at that moment of the concert, surrounded by a painting of people, each one as beautiful as the next, Mc Konnar understands. He understands. Yes, “because I understood”.
Of course he understood, he's a Konnar. In his family, from father to son. Yes, winner that you are, you must never have “loser thoughts”. Looseness is not possible.

What does this good Mc Konnar understand? He understands at that moment that he is in a state called 'pleasure'. He understands that.

He also understands that this pleasure that he feels and that he understood in just a few hours, comes from this crowd of joy, from this open air, from what he smokes, from his friends and from the profile of this girl . So he has to show that he understands all of this. Because when he doesn't understand, the sign of the tribe is to go to work: the only sign of respect for humans for this ethnic group.
But our Konnar doesn't understand something. He does not understand that, during a good 90% of the 365 days that his ancestors created, he is casified and happy at the rate of 10 hours per day, on average, for the lucky ones.
So, if you meet a Konnar or another and they haven't nodded, then you're bad: that person won't have understood anything about your interaction. He will feel in danger.
In stress.
This person will become a member of a survivalist club. Will sign up for a shooting range. A sudden movement on your part and you will be shot on the spot. Courtesy of our way of thinking, living and sniffing, you know? That's right! Right in the middle yeah! You understood me...good, good!
Throw him a good McDonald's as quickly as possible and he won't do you any harm. Konnar is not dangerous. Unless we don't lose sight of him. He can attack at any time. As he is a Konnar, he always feels attacked if we don't show him a fair hand.
What do you think?! Yes, you have to justify yourself and present the papers. For the Konnar, there is no longer any doubt of suspicion on you if you adapt to him. Otherwise he won't understand that you come in peace.
The Power that governs it is far from being from the same family. No, the family of Power is cynicism and the destruction of human integrity.

It is by Power that Konnar is Konnar and that he descends from a Konnar family, all proud of each other to be Konnar .

Suddenly, Konnar patriotically listens to these waves of sound which caress his red ears...a Montreal pop-folk sound whispers to him a rhythm...a message...an atmosphere...a story...an adventure... a small tablet...yes, because you have to be on a tablet to appreciate that...without a tablet or anything else, the melody comes down to two movements: the first which rises to a note of ecstasy and 'euphoria and the other, without transition, falls into a note similar to that of a constant 'uh...'. And this sequence of sound movements produces the hooting of a donkey in heat.

Surely the description of their daily state of mind: hiiii- up, caffeinated to get through the day and hannn- down, alcoholic to get through the evening.

In order to remain reasonable, I will give back to Caesar what is Caesar's: firstly, create a "Redemption of Marcus Miller" atmosphere... did you see?... you can be for or against, it's still good. .. oh, fuck yeah...if you want a pianistic-transient sound, smell the smell of a Keith Jarret...if you want the curiosity and intelligence of a child, listen to a Chick Correa.. .if you want a mix between Marcus Miller and Chick Correa, enjoy Joe Sample...if you want the legitimate intellectual, go with Bill Evans...you want Miles Davis...of course you want Miles...a Thelonious? It's okay, trust me.
Do you feel this culture? Do you feel the intensity of the character she expresses? Do you sense the intelligence of the land where Konnar lives? This clarity in the effects it sends to us...for free...Konnar's family should consider speaking this type of language or shaping another one.

You should hiii-haaané less, pull your fingers out of your ass and build a more human and artistic Polis.

It is also futile to separate the artistic from the human. Humans are works of art in that they choose to move in reality according to several senses.
Konnar: - Yeah...you're right...but, one thing...do you have the delivery man's number? Mcdonalds ?! ... you have ? Ohh...that's good man! All right! Now we are talking! Fuck yeah!

*2012