The unromantic version of Back to the Future

There was something unsettling in his desire to be transported back in time. A combination of false romanticism and a strong urge to correct…what exactly? It reminded him of the advice he had given his daughter not that long ago, when she was struggling with turning her ambitions into reality. ‘Nothing wrong with giving it…


Make Charlie Darwin proud again!

Charlie Darwin, remember him? Came up with evolution theory, and no, that’s not just an opinion. Well established theories are far more than just opinions. Evolution starts with variation; having a big enough (gene) pool to select from. Without variation evolutionary progress will eventually come to a halt. Why’s this important. Well, because, in the…


Best Musicians Ever…

‘Three women, four people of colour, one from a continent other than Europe or North-America. It is a beginning, and for now I will accept it, but next year I expect different numbers. Next year I expect at least a 50/50 split in terms of gender and race, and at least four artists from Asia,…


Down this tunnel of love

Queer before queer was really a thing. No, not true, but something was missing until Poly screamed ‘Oh, Bondage up yours!’ and Bowie’s ‘Boys keep swinging’ hit the television channels and one could see, in real time and full colour (but no slow motion), how words and music crashed spectacularly against a wall of stereotype….


The end of the world as we know it…

I’m telling you, there is big money right in front of you, and you’re not seeing it, too caught up in flicking through your social media contacts, which is kinda ironic. Did you know that the visual image of The Internet, as imagined and portrayed by Google’s Artificial Intelligence engine, is something that closely resembles…


The soul of the party

There is a party. Everyone is there. Country music is filling the room, but the singer sounds young, female, and is singing in French, sigh-singing in the best French pedophile tradition. It must be an intellectual party; artists and their entourage. It must be that kind of place. Who is  appropriated in this context: country…


An Indian in Montreux

‘It’s a small token of appreciation, call it love for an often misunderstood genius’ ‘No, I can barely keep this restaurant afloat, it’s my family’s money that keeps it alive, I’m burning my inheritance so to say, I mean, who would ever eat Indian in Montreux? ‘It is barely a 300 meter walk from here…


Hopelessly devoted…

‘God, of course it was a bad idea, no need to tell me, don’t labour the point please’ ‘Creative freedom, Sir…’ ‘Never imagined the story to be so much nicer than reality? Really? Poor, poor man…’ Look, I know Grease was released 2 years earlier, and I know pitting Blues Brothers against Grease feels much…


The syllogism of musical identity

People’s sense of identity is very closely related to the music they likePeople stop listening to new (categories of) music after the age of 33 It can therefore be argued that the identity formation process gradually slows down and almost completely stops after the age of 33. This crude syllogism of (musical) identity bothers me….


Ever fallen in love (with someone you shouldn’t’ve)?

The full day search ultimately led to nothing, and his tired mind didn’t drag up a lot of memories. He just spent the whole afternoon searching for a piece of paper, the document she had sent him all those years ago, her personal interpretation of a mix tape, the one he put together just for…


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