Category: <span>Memories</span>

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…


These memories can’t wait

Sunday afternoon. I browse through my collection of audio tapes. Yesterday I finished Rob Sheffield’s ‘Love is a mix tape’, today I wonder how much love my old tapes express. It’s not a fair comparison, Sheffield tells a love story supported by mix tapes, my old tapes just demonstrate a utilitarian drive to collect as…


A character analysis in mix tapes

A mix tape, even in its modern playlist equivalent, is a multidimensional carrier of information. It contains information about its creator, the person it is created for, and at least the relationship between those two. Safe to assume that most mix tapes are created by men, to further a romantic cause and on surface level…


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…


Is it Jazz, is it Afrobeat, is it world music?

The record store owner frowned at me when I asked him where he kept Fela Kuti, under ‘Jazz’ or ‘World Music’. I already assumed he wouldn’t have ‘Afrobeat’ as a separate category or awared Fela Kuti his own, private entry. For a moment I saw him searching for the right words and then he said…


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…


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…


So this is permanence…

There is always a truth behind the truth, a reality behind all visible reality, one that no one wants to confront. The dark side of the moon, the deepest deep of the darkest ocean. It’s there, but we actively ignore it. It’s too painful. We rather stay at the surface, where everything feels safe. If…


Bonjour Tristesse. My sad love affair with Tuxedomoon

They say there are no second chances in love. They say perfect memories should be cherished and not revisited. They can say all they want but what would you do if the possibility of meeting a long lost love suddenly presented itself? Would you be wise and stay at home or follow your guts and…


All over the place

Sorry scene of the 80’s: hanging around in a living room, studying the back cover of ‘All over the place’, the debut album of the Bangles, trying to figure which Bangle we like best. Just a random group of teenage boys. It’s only 4 pm. One of my best friends is throwing a party, all…


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