Tag: my youth

On heresy and heredity

My father is a funny guy. I used to think he was a classic left-wing conservative; believing in the power of regulation, against free, uncontrolled capitalism and most of all, always longing for the ‘old days’, when things were better. Like music. He got stuck in the 60’s, introduced me to The Beatles, and believed…


Play for today (and yesterday too)

The other day I suddenly stopped in my tracks and did nothing for almost 4 minutes. The occasion…my Ipod decided to play an early Cure song, ‘Play for Today’. What’s with this song, why does it make me stop, do nothing and go back in time? The answer essentially is that ‘Play for Today’ defined…


I’m sorry, Paul!

My kids call me a know-it-all. I always deny, of course, like all professional know-it-all’s would. Before you start drawing conclusions, I’m not a mansplainer, I usually stay far away from topics I know nothing about. One of my favourite know-it-all topics is music. In a way I’m happy I hardly see my old friends…


My dear librarian the rainmaker

30 years later I still remember what he looked like: in his late thirties, although he looked much older from my teenage perspective, already bald with only a tiny bit of hair left around his ears, quite tall and serious but friendly brown eyes. Bambi eyes. He had a bit of a hunchback posture, but…


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