Category: Personal history

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…


Black metal guitar player wearing a New Order shirt

Sentimentalism is the defining characteristic of age. As I arrive for a Deafheaven concert I cannot help wandering back to my teenage years. Cultural groups had much sharper boundaries and it was so much easier to see who belonged to which group. Punks wore leather jackets with nihilistic slogans. They had spiky hair in all…


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…


Girly Music

As you grow older your lens gets softer. You gradually begin to appreciate the unimaginable. As a teenager I hated bands like U2 and Simple Minds for their extreme pathos and their appeal to girls. Now I know and accept both bands created some pretty fine music. I even have no problem anymore admitting ‘Don’t…


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…


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…


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