Category: <span>Story</span>

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…


Searching for the soul of Joyce and Captain Beefheart

When James Joyce died on the 13th of January 1941 his soul quickly found a new home. It travelled from the centre of Europe to Glendale, California and settled into a newborn baby named Don Glen Vliet. It is well documented that great souls don’t just wither away or die, they have eternal life much…


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…


Best Musicians Ever…

‘Three women, four people of colour, one from a continent other than Europe or North-America. It is a beginning, and for now I will accept it, but next year I expect different numbers. Next year I expect at least a 50/50 split in terms of gender and race, and at least four artists from Asia,…


Down this tunnel of love

Queer before queer was really a thing. No, not true, but something was missing until Poly screamed ‘Oh, Bondage up yours!’ and Bowie’s ‘Boys keep swinging’ hit the television channels and one could see, in real time and full colour (but no slow motion), how words and music crashed spectacularly against a wall of stereotype….


The end of the world as we know it…

I’m telling you, there is big money right in front of you, and you’re not seeing it, too caught up in flicking through your social media contacts, which is kinda ironic. Did you know that the visual image of The Internet, as imagined and portrayed by Google’s Artificial Intelligence engine, is something that closely resembles…


The soul of the party

There is a party. Everyone is there. Country music is filling the room, but the singer sounds young, female, and is singing in French, sigh-singing in the best French pedophile tradition. It must be an intellectual party; artists and their entourage. It must be that kind of place. Who is  appropriated in this context: country…


An Indian in Montreux

‘It’s a small token of appreciation, call it love for an often misunderstood genius’ ‘No, I can barely keep this restaurant afloat, it’s my family’s money that keeps it alive, I’m burning my inheritance so to say, I mean, who would ever eat Indian in Montreux? ‘It is barely a 300 meter walk from here…


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…


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