Tag: <span>Teenage</span>

Last Night I dreamt

Last night I dreamt about Mark. We were 17 years old. He showed me two Magazine albums he owned. One was Real Life, the other a compilation. In my dream I referred to Real Life as Definitive Gaze, the opening song of Real Life and still one of my favourite Magazine songs. The second album…


Dresden, 1985 (incomplete and fragmented reconstruction)

It feels like the morning after. In beautiful but pale late summer sunshine I stare at the whisky-ginger ale in front of me, freshly refilled, then at Henry on the other side of the small round aluminium table, then across the boulevard at people hurrying for lunch, or back to the office again, I don’t…


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…


Hoppla!

Navigating my way through this big house, trying to locate the toilet even though I am familiar with the overall layout. The haze and general disorientation produced by layers of alcohol and something that can only be described as ideological confusion. I’ve been in this house before, on many different occasions, I know its permanent…


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…


About leather jackets and hotpants

Music and fashion are not strongly linked anymore. As a result, almost all physical manifestations of belonging to a particular group are gone. No occasional sighting of a skater with baggy jeans or a punk in black leather jacket can change that fact. We live in different times. Today it is more important to all…


All over the place

Sorry scene of the 80’s: hanging around in a living room, studying the back cover of ‘All over the place’, the debut album of the Bangles, trying to figure which Bangle we like best. Just a random group of teenage boys. It’s only 4 pm. One of my best friends is throwing a party, all…


As I watch my old self take over!

Recently, I have started hating people on the streets. Random people. Everyday people. Normal people who just happen to stare at a smartphone screen, or do groceries on a Saturday afternoon, or have a bit louder conversation. It comes with lower motivation to go out myself and meet people. I have no desire to go…


Am I living in this movie?

I’m living in this movie…is it…moving me? First there was music and then, all of a sudden, it became a quest for identity. First a song was just a song, couple of verses, a refrain, maybe a bridge, over and gone in just over three minutes, then it all got much more serious. During my…


Do they hear us calling?

The setting could have been awkward but felt completely natural. A bedroom, single bed against the wall, a small desk in the corner, no other furniture. In retrospect, the absence of furniture surprises me, but then again, that’s the way me and my friends were living. High school teenagers, still living with their parents, with…


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