Author: <span>Aksel van Elteren</span>

Culture at War

Dear God, I had a dream last night. It made me smile. In my dream I witnessed: Serious academics debating the respective merits and legacy of Charlie Parker, John Coltrane and Miles Davis Streets erupting with violent clashes between Tonality supporters and militant defenders of Atonality Millions of Twitter users sharing beautiful lyrics, and shredding…


Birkenstock

Somewhere in a distance a male voice managed to get through to Brian with the question of all questions in the world of psychotherapy…when did it all start? Or, come to think of it, the mother of all therapeutic questions was of course about childhood trauma, when did it happen, what actually happened and, in…


Jaki Liebezeit’s Haiku Cycle

Winter (‘Halleluhwah’) Snow flakes like feathers Dance to never touch the ground Superb wind machine   Spring (‘Vitamin C’) Steady screen of rain Breaks into rainbow so fine Greenhouse side effect   Summer (‘Spray’) One single flower Defies logic of dry spells Brightens the highway   Autumn (‘Mary, Mary so Contrary’) Last crop of pumpkin…


Should we cancel Morrissey?

  Morrissey is an asshole. If he still made good music, I would listen (to him). He doesn’t.  


Finding Fela

I really don’t know what I did to deserve this: First you make me struggle with a lot of demons, musical and otherwise, until I finally learn to love your music and then, years later, when I try to honour you in writing, the whole tragic process of trying to figure you out, of understanding…


Here are the young men

I wonder if my story is typical, but as I’m having this thought I know it isn’t. Society is not the same anymore. Well, it never was. Compare decades and noticeable differences are immediately visible. Still, there is a fundamental difference between before and after Internet. My story of discovering Joy Division is a random…


All donuts have names that sound like prostitutes

I’m 16. I know nothing about prostitute names. I’m not even aware prostitutes go by fancy names like Candy Glaze or Vanilla Sprinkles. Then again, I also no nothing about donuts. When I think about prostitutes my mind almost automatically wanders to strippers and drag queens, the dirty back alleys of 70s New York, or…


The last music collector

Last night, at 19:08 Central European Time, the last music collector died, suddenly and silently, sitting in front of his computer, not doing anything in particular. His collection encompassed 5.127.391 different albums, and yet he left none of it to his wife and 3 children (2 girls and a boy, aged 19, 15 and 13)….


No.4 in F Minor

From where she was standing, at that particular angle in front of her bathroom mirror, she could just oversee her full living room. Her apartment was so small the bathroom door was practically an insult to all those tiny house owners using every square millimeter to maximum efficiency. Still, it provided at least a much…


When Nick Drake met Phil Lynott

When Nick Drake met Phil Lynott they went for a long walk and talked. They talked about life, growing up in the 60s, the differences and similarities between Northern England and Ireland, in particular Dublin, escaping a certain image as an artist, commercial versus real suicide and various poets: Keats, Coleridge, Auden and Byron, Lynott’s…


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