Category: Memories

All over the place

Sorry scene of the 80’s: hanging around in a living room, studying the back cover of ‘All over the place’, the debut album of the Bangles, trying to figure which Bangle we like best. Just a random group of teenage boys. It’s only 4 pm. One of my best friends is throwing a party, all…


Girl anachronism

If an anachronism is something or someone that is not in its correct historical or chronological time, especially a thing or person that belongs to an earlier time, as the English dictionary seem to suggest, then I’m a big, fat anachronism. My clock is set to the 70’s and 80’s and I have difficulty relating…


Lady Stardust

This morning my Ipod caught me by surprise and played Lady Stardust without advance warning. I started crying. Fuck you, Ipod! True, I am a big Bowie fan and I still miss him every single day. Kinda creepy, if you think about it, but hey, I never claimed to be normal. I think the world…


Cheerful songs, shiny happy normal people

Loud music calms me down Somber music cheers me up Happy music is just…happy music If you listen to cheerful music no one ever asks questions. It is as normal as being in a stable, heterosexual relationship, having a bank account or owning a car. No one will question your sanity, even though it is…


As I watch my old self take over!

Recently, I have started hating people on the streets. Random people. Everyday people. Normal people who just happen to stare at a smartphone screen, or do groceries on a Saturday afternoon, or have a bit louder conversation. It comes with lower motivation to go out myself and meet people. I have no desire to go…


If music could talk (the musical universe of an introvert)

Music used to be my proxy for talking, for expressing my feelings and thoughts. I needed high doses of Joy Division and The Cure to feed my weirdly dark and nihilistic mental processes, the guidance of The Clash to channel my ever-present anger and latent wish to destroy the status quo, and Tom Waits, well…


This is not a loss

Subversive as ever, John Lydon equaled (the art of) writing love songs to entering the domain of big business. Nothing more commercial than a love song. Only fitting that PIL’s biggest hit was ‘this is not a love song’. Shows the irony of life, for some people the humour of the bearded man above. The…


Am I living in this movie?

I’m living in this movie…is it…moving me? First there was music and then, all of a sudden, it became a quest for identity. First a song was just a song, couple of verses, a refrain, maybe a bridge, over and gone in just over three minutes, then it all got much more serious. During my…


I want to break free

With Bohemian Rhapsody in the cinema it is time to rethink and clarify my position on Queen and Freddie Mercury.I must have loved the band when I was young. After all, at primary school me and my friends imitated Queen on stage. I don’t remember which song we pretended to play. I only remember that…


Do they hear us calling?

The setting could have been awkward but felt completely natural. A bedroom, single bed against the wall, a small desk in the corner, no other furniture. In retrospect, the absence of furniture surprises me, but then again, that’s the way me and my friends were living. High school teenagers, still living with their parents, with…


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