The Evening Question
Here. Caught by the colback by a coronavirus that was passing by, like a culture minister, quarantine is in front of you. Fourteen days, fourteen nights. What find the long time, except to put some music. Fourteen songs, exactly.
Day 1
The doctor, disguised as a Chernobyl engineer the next day, has just left home. You have trembling knees, a spitting lung and a frantic thermometer. There is no shadow of a doubt. And in addition, Serge Lama reminds him in his own way that, well, we will have to admit it. You are sick.
Serge Lama – “I am sick”
Day 2
The blessed Trinity paracetamol-fresh water by outrageous sleep barrels is not enough. It is strong the beast with crown. But you have documented yourself (before) in direct infusion. You are young, you have no supernumerary problems and the last known asthmatic is a vague uncle who lives near Paris. And then, you’re as strong as James Bond. Or Billie Eilish, who is strong and young, too.
Billie Eilish – “No time to die”
Day 3
Well. The fact that the visit to the cemetery is postponed to a later date does not mean that this thing corona is not heavy. Fever may be fun for five minutes, but frankly, three days is heavy. Not to mention the tingling, aches, sputum and all the mess. Evil, you hurt. Johnny Cash, before you, too.
Johnny Cash – “Hurt”
Day 4
Feverishness has replaced the state of trance. Paracetamol, pschitt, the whole army of remedies summoned to lead the fight against this unknown virus seems to be working but, at times, the body relapses, the fever resumes and the apartment is nothing more than a field of ruins where the soaked T-shirts pile up. Like a desire to renounce. Like a desire to give up. No, say Peter Gabriel and Kate Bush in unison.
Peter Gabriel and Kate Bush – “Don’t give up”
Day 5
37.2 °. Tadam. Who is the Boss ? Last Dolicrane? 12 hours ago. Tired, a little, but standing. Standing and back. In your face, corona thing. Elton sums it up better than I do.
Elton John – “I’m still standing”
Day 6
Well. In the midst of recovery, the remote control your friend will be, definitely. Convalescence and quarantine will go through repeated sessions of the most diverse series and replays. In his day, Passi already had the solution.
Passi – “I zap, I mate”
Day 7
The red eyes exploded by the Lannisters and the Shelby family, the TV is finally off. Resume in order Game of Thrones and Peaky Blinders, why not, but think about making breaks. One glance out the window, and Orelsan describes in a word what you see and what you feel. It’s long, forty.
Orelsan (feat. Stromae) – “The rain”
Day 8
Eighth day? It looks like the seventh. Or the ninth. This day that reminds Bill Murray in Groundhog Day, in this film called “An Endless Day”, and the fact that he always relives the same scene when I wake up. When I wake up when Sonny and Cher sing, forever.
Sonny and Cher – “I’ve got you babe”
Day 9
Let’s be productive. Hop hop hop, nerve in there. It is not because the coronavirus moves away two weeks that work is prohibited. A little telework, it’s always classy. Yes but no. Actually no. Take the time to recover, Julien Clerc was right.
Julien Clerc – “Working is too hard”
Day 10
Temperature: 36.7 °. Fatigue: no. Physical state: correct. Psychic state: appalling. Like a brutal slap that Radiohead sums up better than anyone.
Radiohead – “Exit Music (for a film)”
Day 11
Exit ? Hmmm. No. Do not want a psychosis around with a mask on the nose and a can of hydroalcoholic gel in the poles. A relative came to deposit groceries on the landing. This is the only solution left. And then when we are fat, we will see. Alain Souchon has already asked the question.
Alain Souchon – “Papa mambo”
Day 12
Household: done. Ironing: expired. Nine episodes of the wise Star Wars: completed. Sleep: why? Read: again? Nerve state: hopeless. Atrocious. Unclassifiable. Like this song.
Sexy Sushi – “We go crazy here”
Day 13
Tomorrow is a horizon, a hope, a salvation. Tomorrow is the day when spring is reborn, when flowers scent the streets, where lovers hold hands and everyone will say hello. Tomorrow will be good. Tomorrow will be a lucky day. Tomorrow, the Daft Punk take off the helmet.
Daft Punk – “Get Lucky”
Day 14
Yes. Easy, a bit vicious, this air sticks to neurons like an old chewing gum. But still, it sums it up well, at a time when the door slams on the exterior finally found.
Frozen – “Released, Delivered”
Steven Le Roy
