Category: Memories

Frozen in time

When I look in the mirror I automatically Photoshop myself. My brain adjusts for age related imperfections and creates an image of 25 years ago. The same happens when I look at my mother, she is 74 now but I still see her as a 50-year old, literally. I don’t see her true age, my…


Unexpected birthday party

Normally I never think about the symbolic significance of the day I go to a concert and this time was no different. Who cares that it was the 7th of June 2017. Who cares that I just turned 48 that day. I was just going to see The Courtneys in Zürich, could have been any…


Before The Fall

Frankly I was shocked when a friend told me recently I didn’t like Nick Cave’s early work. There are a few certainties in my life, and I thought Nick Cave was one of them. His observation was true though. Reading old notes, and doing some serious soul-searching made me realise I only started liking Nick…


Magical Mysteries

Life is a collection of wonderful stories. Without stories there wouldn’t be much more than soulless matter. It’s the glue that connects us. One of my favourite musical stories is the one about the night Charlie Parker performed for Igor Stravinsky. The story has many magical layers. The most obvious one is that both men,…


Adrian Borland, heart and soul of growing up

We all have a guide. We all have someone who guided us through that difficult and painful process of growing up. Mine was Adrian Borland. Not because he possessed role model qualities. Not even because his band, The Sound, was my favourite band during my late teens. It was just that his music appealed most…


When there was still music in the library…

Early 80’s. I was a kid looking for a destiny. Through my father I learned about The Beatles in the years before. I purchased my own copy of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band when I was 8 or 9. In England. On vacation. For £3.99. In a way I started with the best music…


Lost Tapes – The Clash live

What surprises me most is that John Cale’s ‘Paris 1919’ is on the B-side. I taped it over Nick Cave’s ‘The Firstborn is dead’, bit of a prophetic title in retrospect. Means that I must have taped it after 1985, probably somewhere in that same year. I was still living with my parents, and I…


The end of the world as I knew it

In the good old days I never went to clubs where they played bad music. In the good old days I didn’t even dance to bad music. In the good old days I intentionally danced as horrible and lame as possible to bad music. Quite an achievement knowing my dancing capabilities. In the good old…


Defining a genre: Wire

Last Summer I was travelling Switzerland by train. All boringly predictable until a young guy stepped in. He couldn’t have been older than 25 and what instantly surprised me was that he was wearing a Wire T-shirt. Not just any Wire T-shirt, but a T-shirt of their iconic debut album ‘Pink Flag’ (1977). I say…


Lost tapes – Seventeen seconds

When I was 13 I suddenly got interested in hairstyles. Up until then I was perfectly fine going to my parent’s hairdresser, but all of a sudden I just had to go to a special hairdresser in the big city. It was the hairdresser of one of my high school friends and he told me…


Skip to toolbar