Category: Story

Present the past as future

At a Massive Attack concert, almost a year ago, I saw a girl in a Coil T-shirt. Given the distance between us, that observation alone was already impressive, but as she walked away my attention shifted to the widening gap between us, and the spatial quality of time I somehow associate with Coil. From a…


We are the music makers (1873-1964-1992)

End of year, time to take stock. Time to say goodbye to ideas that have done nothing more but collecting dust. Time to address the most annoying part of getting older; becoming a grumpy old man no one wants to listen to, someone who is increasingly living in the past and only deals in comparisons…


I am a DJ, I am what I play (90s Christmas Tale in Summer)

In a dark summer night I found myself counting stones. One stone, two stones, three stones. One by one we dug out the cobbles and threw them into the canal. ‘Why are we doing this?’, I asked Adrian. ‘Because this party is boring’, he answered. ‘and because we are doing nothing in the name of…


Will the true fan please rise?

It was a weird day already. A bunch of French guys were in the same bus from Zürich to Munich, all in Lederhosen, drinking beer at 10 in the morning, which could only mean one thing; Oktoberfest in Munich. The city would be packed with boys in Lederhosen and girls in Dirndls, all drinking massive…


Love me…please!

The audience was gradually getting nervous as Black Midi extended songs beyond recognition, almost stopped playing altogether, engaged in prolonged stop-start patterns with satanic pleasure and then, all of a sudden, started the next song without even waiting for applause. This was exciting, dangerous, finally a band pushing boundaries of technical possibilities, song structure and…


Killing in the name of

If a man kills himself it’s suicide If a man kills his wife it’s homicide (actually femicide) If a man kills his family it’s a tragedy. Or that’s the way media usually describe such news. The framing hides reality, makes the story palatable, and obscures the fact that (desperate and egoistic) men sometimes decide that…


Pictures of you

I’ve been looking so long at these pictures of you That I almost believe that they’re real Look at me! Look at my smile, my skin, the twinkle in my eyes, all so young and innocent. When did you say this was?…2019…I must have been…mmm…22 probably. That’s Marta, right, that girl on the left of…


Why no one reads Ulysses anymore

So, did you finally find the courage to read it? She smiled as she asked the question, the young cashier at the bookstore. I looked at the copy of Ulysses I just handed over to her and then back at her smile, still unsure if I should be insulted or not. Truth is I had…


Alone (not lonely)

‘After all, people and beauty hardly ever combine into something sustainable…’ It feels like being in a secret brotherhood, one with coded signs to determine who belongs and who doesn’t. Things that look perfectly normal in the eyes of most people take a whole new, secret dimension through mine. There is no initiation ritual, not…


About leather jackets and hotpants

Music and fashion are not strongly linked anymore. As a result, almost all physical manifestations of belonging to a particular group are gone. No occasional sighting of a skater with baggy jeans or a punk in black leather jacket can change that fact. We live in different times. Today it is more important to all…


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