Category: <span>Personal history</span>

Last Night I dreamt

Last night I dreamt about Mark. We were 17 years old. He showed me two Magazine albums he owned. One was Real Life, the other a compilation. In my dream I referred to Real Life as Definitive Gaze, the opening song of Real Life and still one of my favourite Magazine songs. The second album…


Give me back my man – Remembering Ricky Wilson

This piece is not about The B-52s. It’s not even about Ricky Wilson. For those who don’t know, Ricky Wilson was the original guitar player of the B-52s. He died from AIDS in 1985, at the age of 32. I love the B-52s. I always had a soft spot for them. Their ridiculous mix of…


Your Funeral My Trial

My world is ordered and structured according to (the laws of) music. I think in songs, associate on the basis of music, sometimes talk in song titles. I honestly cannot believe other human beings don’t experience life in the form of soundscapes, don’t think of a piece of music for every single situation and have…


Ever fallen in love? – In Memory of Pete Shelley

Take 1 When Pete Shelley died at the age of only 63, I realised for the first time how short and fragile life is. It was a month after the death of my father, and at the age of 50 I should of course have realised it before. Only I didn’t. Sure, I thought about…


Lost in Music

I’m lost in music… I have so many great ideas of things to write about. In no particular order: Hüsker Dü’s drummer Grant Hart and other unsung heroes of alternative music, Terry Hall, Shane McGowan, Sinead O’Connor and other artists with uncompromising personalities and largely unseen or unaddressed histories of abuse, the great records I…


Dresden, 1985 (incomplete and fragmented reconstruction)

It feels like the morning after. In beautiful but pale late summer sunshine I stare at the whisky-ginger ale in front of me, freshly refilled, then at Henry on the other side of the small round aluminium table, then across the boulevard at people hurrying for lunch, or back to the office again, I don’t…


Saint George

2016, Annus Horribilis, the year that brought the first installment of Donald Trump, the year that completely upset the natural order with the death of David Bowie, later followed by Prince and Leonard Cohen, the year I would very much like to forget, or pretend never happened, contained one strange anomaly, a Christmas event I…


In the Dutch Mountains!

The long road from my home town to the next. Not winding, just boring. Straight. Small canal on the left, small canal on the right. It’s raining, just another autumn evening, on my way to one of my friends, or is he even? We are all gathering there, the four of us, but am I…


Let’s get physical

In the age of streaming listening is continuous rather than discrete. The absence of a physical product creates a relationship that is far more fluid than it was before in the age of vinyl or CD. The absence of a physical product removes the need for albums or, to be more precise, the need for…


This is not a love song, or how I learned to stop worrying and love ChatGPT

This piece was written by ChatGPT. This is not my opinion, just something created on the basis of everything I’ve written before. I’ve been hiding for almost a year to witness the moment I can effectively retire while still producing endless variations of all my thoughts and opinions. I will still not get famous because,…


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