They are days when you just weak-up in the morning without anything special to do. You make yourself a cup of tea. Mild black tea, sugar and milk. You listen to the music. Music is great. You're still looking after your daily best song ever.

At one point, your deezer smart radio is gonna broadcast The End. You didn't knew that when you woke up. At that time, the only sound was made by your roomate's heels on the woodfloor. But don't worry, you're kind of delighted. It was the song you had in mind.

Maybe Deezer is a new god. He just knows what you need, and furthermore, he knows when you need it.

How strange life is.

It's six past eleven. you're still wearing your pyj trousers and the plain white T.shirt you wore yesterday.
It's now turn to Jefferson Airplanes! Oh What a fine day will it be!