Category: <span>Personal history</span>

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 unromantic version of Back to the Future

There was something unsettling in his desire to be transported back in time. A combination of false romanticism and a strong urge to correct…what exactly? It reminded him of the advice he had given his daughter not that long ago, when she was struggling with turning her ambitions into reality. ‘Nothing wrong with giving it…


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…


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…


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…


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