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…


Dynamic Appraisal of Oasis

Oasis is and never was the greatest band in the world. Not even the greatest Rock band. Right now, with the big reunion tour hanging over UK and Ireland, you could, with only a hint of nastiness, call them the greatest Rock ´n Roll swindle, but face it, they´re on the same level as The…


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…


Love Letter to Small Venues

The smell of sweat. The tall guy standing right in front of me. Someone singing into my ear. The life-size proportions of the singer on stage. No dancers. No choreography. No influencers. No parallel streaming on Internet. Buying my ticket at the venue itself. Old people, young people, people too old to be here, people…


Adolf´s Autobahn

I´m sitting next to Florian Schneider, who is driving an electric version of the classic Volkswagen Beetle. ´I´ve kept the original sound, even though it´s artificial, there is no engine producing it´. He is visibly excited and can barely keep his eyes on the road. ´In a way it doesn´t even have an engine. It…


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,…


Fatal distraction

The stage set-up and your elevated kit makes you the centerpiece, the focal point of today’s gig, the visual point of convergence, where all energy comes together. Is it on purpose, did the band decide to become miniscule by comparison, minions in a show designed around a massive drumkit and, by extension, you the drummer?…


Strategies for different listening

We live in times of abundance. Too much music available, too many choices to be made. However, abundance doesn’t equal diversity. Most people only listen to what they know already. Not a problem per se, but we also live in times where curiosity is actively being discouraged, not fitting into the business model of the…


Open letter to Bruce Springsteen

Dear Bruce, Some songs deserve to be forgotten, erased from history never to be mentioned again. Some songs warrant complete eradication and deafening silence in the aftermath. You have one, and right now that puts you in the same league as Sting. Do you really want to be talked about in the same breath (pun…


Darkness on the edge of town

I missed the turn and now I’m lying in the grass next to a lamppost that looks equally deserted. It’s here that I compose my first poem. Don’t know how long it took me, relativity theory has its own reality in a state of severe inebriation. But even so, cycling is so much of an…


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