The end of the world as we know it…

I’m telling you, there is big money right in front of you, and you’re not seeing it, too caught up in flicking through your social media contacts, which is kinda ironic. Did you know that the visual image of The Internet, as imagined and portrayed by Google’s Artificial Intelligence engine, is something that closely resembles…


The soul of the party

There is a party. Everyone is there. Country music is filling the room, but the singer sounds young, female, and is singing in French, sigh-singing in the best French pedophile tradition. It must be an intellectual party; artists and their entourage. It must be that kind of place. Who is  appropriated in this context: country…


An Indian in Montreux

‘It’s a small token of appreciation, call it love for an often misunderstood genius’ ‘No, I can barely keep this restaurant afloat, it’s my family’s money that keeps it alive, I’m burning my inheritance so to say, I mean, who would ever eat Indian in Montreux? ‘It is barely a 300 meter walk from here…


Hopelessly devoted…

‘God, of course it was a bad idea, no need to tell me, don’t labour the point please’ ‘Creative freedom, Sir…’ ‘Never imagined the story to be so much nicer than reality? Really? Poor, poor man…’ Look, I know Grease was released 2 years earlier, and I know pitting Blues Brothers against Grease feels much…


The syllogism of musical identity

People’s sense of identity is very closely related to the music they likePeople stop listening to new (categories of) music after the age of 33 It can therefore be argued that the identity formation process gradually slows down and almost completely stops after the age of 33. This crude syllogism of (musical) identity bothers me….


Ever fallen in love (with someone you shouldn’t’ve)?

The full day search ultimately led to nothing, and his tired mind didn’t drag up a lot of memories. He just spent the whole afternoon searching for a piece of paper, the document she had sent him all those years ago, her personal interpretation of a mix tape, the one he put together just for…


Help!

The awful case of a portable record player and two precious LP’s Picture these two boys, brothers, with very limited understanding and appreciation of property. Very much the same, both share the same destructive tendencies. Not wanting to see this reality, the older brother thinks it is only the younger one, and keeps him out…


Neon lights, bright yellow stars (in memory of Florian Schneider)

He knew why they had handed out noise cancelling headphones at the entrance. After all, this was not a normal party, and even though listening collectively to the same music with headphones seriously limited social interaction, a version of reality Gustav totally supported, he still felt vaguely insulted by the obedient secrecy of it all….


Did vulgarism kill the voice of the outsider?

Journalists, police officers, scientists, they investigate everything, and still, sometimes they just forget or ignore the obvious, the phenomenon right in front of them, hiding in plain sight. The rise of vulgarism didn’t start in 2016, but it did gain momentum in that horrible year, the same year beauty and empathy lost its voice, maybe…


How did she kill the joke?

There was always tension in this group of self-declared Punks and Post-Punks hanging around behind school, in the corridor between the main building and some temporary classrooms. These kids, his mates, playing cool, exchanging the latest in music and fashion, smoking first cigarettes, getting ripped off in the pursuit of weed and, above all, circling…


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