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MGM MICHEL - How Much I Love You, Still – Night Take

This version is the closest to the original recording made in late 1989, using a Yamaha four-track, lots of guitars and bass, and two Russian effects pedals — distortion and delay — applied even to keyboard tones. #psychedelicrock #flowerpower #slowrock #artrock It preserves most of the original instrumental parts, now mixed with new instruments and vocals. The song later became part of a more recent album gathering pieces composed during my high school years, recreated in a genre I loved then and still love today: flower power and psychedelic rock. Revisiting this song — naïve, simple, and about love — inevitably brought me back to that time, and made me look at the world we live in now. So I began to wonder: Is flower power — the spirit — dead? Or was it killed? What happened between Flower Power and what feels today like Armor Power? I don’t believe flower power disappeared. It was pushed aside. Most people are still made of it — love, empathy, cooperation — otherwise humanity would not have survived this long. But a few restless, fearful individuals disturb the peace in order to feel superior or protected, mistaking aggression for strength. Maybe we no longer put flowers into gun barrels because people feel that flowers no longer pass through the bulletproof vests of power. And so, little by little, they begin to borrow the methods of the oppressor. A vicious circle. Is this a form of malignant narcissism on a planetary scale? The narcissist’s world feels perfect to him, but becomes unbearable for everyone else. And when it collapses, it drags everything down with it. I was born during the years often associated with flower power — years that still carried stupid wars. I lived through the bloody revolutions of 1989, and each time the solution seemed to be the same: “Choose me again — democratically or not, who cares?” For centuries now, we have built increasingly efficient institutions meant to make life function: economy, trade, transportation, healthcare, art, invention, creation, even open paths toward belief and spirituality. Above them all should stand responsibility — real accountability for the direction things take. And yet, those at the top are often the most protected, shielded by long-term immunity, legally untouchable. So the question remains: why do we keep choosing them? Because in moments of fear — often fear they themselves cultivate — the human mind instinctively looks for the most aggressive “protector,” not the wisest one. We choose the wolf who promises to protect us from other wolves, forgetting that his nature is to eat sheep. We have created a system where responsibility decreases as power increases. An ordinary person pays dearly for a small mistake; a leader who destroys an economy or starts wars may receive a special pension and diplomatic immunity. The circle closes. History repeats itself. What I have not mentioned among the institutions that manage our lives are justice and the military. Strangely, alongside healthcare, these are the ones where oaths are taken — to protect, to defend, to save lives. Oaths spoken with a hand on the heart, in the name of the common good. This is not accidental. It is an architecture. And too often, these last lines of defense become prisoners of the same fears and self-preservation instincts they were meant to guard against. Inevitably, the world will change — with us still alive in it, or not. But into what, if we only keep replacing one irresponsible figure with another? Flower power was never about winning. It was about not becoming. It had no rigid rules, yet it didn’t break them either. It was the world’s madness that eventually pushed it toward collapse. In art — because flower power is, at its core, an artistic phenomenon — it was simply about love, freedom, and peace. Like this song, written when I was around eighteen, already decades after the first signs of the movement, still dreaming of freedom with passion, without yet knowing that passion, too, can consume. #lovesongs #psychedelicmusic #vintagerock