Tag: <span>Teenage angst</span>

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…


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…


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…


So this is permanence…

There is always a truth behind the truth, a reality behind all visible reality, one that no one wants to confront. The dark side of the moon, the deepest deep of the darkest ocean. It’s there, but we actively ignore it. It’s too painful. We rather stay at the surface, where everything feels safe. If…


If music could talk (the musical universe of an introvert)

Music used to be my proxy for talking, for expressing my feelings and thoughts. I needed high doses of Joy Division and The Cure to feed my weirdly dark and nihilistic mental processes, the guidance of The Clash to channel my ever-present anger and latent wish to destroy the status quo, and Tom Waits, well…


A day in the life

Strolling through the airport departure hall I suddenly hear it, the unmistakable synthesizer sound and that lazy, slightly nasal voice: Enola Gay, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, 1980. I immediately want to return the favor by humming a contemporary, but then I remember…I’m at Zürich Airport, not Vienna’s, I can’t sing Ultravox here. The flight…


Adrian Borland, heart and soul of growing up

We all have a guide. We all have someone who guided us through that difficult and painful process of growing up. Mine was Adrian Borland. Not because he possessed role model qualities. Not even because his band, The Sound, was my favourite band during my late teens. It was just that his music appealed most…


A new dark age

November 2016. It feels like we’re back in 1985 again. The beautiful years that started with the fall of the Berlin wall are definitely over. Did I enjoy the 25 years in between? Probably not. In the 90’s I was busy finishing my studies, getting my first job and building my career. In the 00’s…


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