Tag: <span>growing up with music</span>

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…


The loss of my youth

In 1985 I composed my first poem under the friendly light of a lamppost after crashing with my bicycle in the middle of the night. I crashed because I was drunk, the result of spending yet another night at ‘De Boemerang’. It was a bit of a strange place. Mopeds parked outside, routine fights between…


Punk and Puberty in three episodes

Scene 1 – Iggy Pop playbacking ‘Lust for Life’ on Toppop. I was 8 years old. Toppop was our primary channel of (new) music in the 1970’s. I didn’t see at the time how drugged up Iggy was, nor did I notice how paper-thin he was or the sloppy make up on his body. I…


Frozen in time

When I look in the mirror I automatically Photoshop myself. My brain adjusts for age related imperfections and creates an image of 25 years ago. The same happens when I look at my mother, she is 74 now but I still see her as a 50-year old, literally. I don’t see her true age, my…


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