Category: Story

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…


Guantanomo Blues

A couple of years ago, at the height of ISIS sponsored terrorism, I toyed with the idea of creating a playlist that would maximally insult the religious fundamentalists. It never got off the ground; in the end I didn’t find the idea of insulting people that appealing. And so I abandoned the project, but not…


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…


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…


I am a DJ, I am what I play (90s Christmas Tale in Summer)

In a dark summer night I found myself counting stones. One stone, two stones, three stones. One by one we dug out the cobbles and threw them into the canal. ‘Why are we doing this?’, I asked Adrian. ‘Because this party is boring’, he answered. ‘and because we are doing nothing in the name of…


Will the true fan please rise?

It was a weird day already. A bunch of French guys were in the same bus from Zürich to Munich, all in Lederhosen, drinking beer at 10 in the morning, which could only mean one thing; Oktoberfest in Munich. The city would be packed with boys in Lederhosen and girls in Dirndls, all drinking massive…


Love me…please!

The audience was gradually getting nervous as Black Midi extended songs beyond recognition, almost stopped playing altogether, engaged in prolonged stop-start patterns with satanic pleasure and then, all of a sudden, started the next song without even waiting for applause. This was exciting, dangerous, finally a band pushing boundaries of technical possibilities, song structure and…


Skip to toolbar