Saturday, September 23, 2017

Also Caucasian Mafia Brats Dream Of Electric Buddies

This had to be the weirdest break in in history...

A discreet car, with a Security Companies logo barely visible on the windshield, drove up to us as we walked up the long driveway of a giant cube looking like it existed of nothing else than glass and golden light.

A muscular non nonsense looking guy in expensive looking looking sailing clothes stepped out and eyed M.

"June creates...."

She smiled and said ".....widespread morning fog"

The guy smiled "Thank you for verification, the staff has left the house as advised. The spa and recreational area has bee lrepared and dinner for three is ready."

He stepped in his car drove off in eerie silence.

Must have been one of them hybrids.

L. train of thought were on a more mundane level.

"Did he say SAUNA?"

M. who was at least as tired looking as I felt radiated a 500W smile in his direction. 

"YES! And tonight my Scandinavian gods we shall feast like kings!"

That slavic bullshit got old real fast.

I took one gun filled bag and shouldered it

"Based on who`s standards? Russian?"

We stopped at the houses front door, just a giant glas panel really, and waited for...what?

I looked at M. Who stood and starred at the little speaker grill with the small camera lens above it at the doors left side.

"Ehrm, you wanna open?"

She glanced at him briefly

L. glanced at me and rolled his eyes.

HEY! That's not nice!" A female voice boomed out of the speaker grill.

M. relaxed visbly "Don't mind them, they're just being dicks"

She turned to L., thumb pointing towards the huge glass door.

L. did not notice her but kept starring at the grill, dead pale.

"I can see your reflection in the door you know...."

"Well, you always liked dicks..soo...."

"Shut up and open the fucking door!"




"Say you are sorry and I open"

"Fuck yourself !"

"I can't. hands!"




The door  buzzed open and with an increasing sense of losing a grip on reality I entered the foyer, which had the size of my appartement, with L. In tow.

The girlish voice boomed out of the speakers of a BO sound system in the adjacent living room.

"Hey guys, long time no see!  You enjoyed the pocket money I left you on the street? easy!"

A nightmare version of a anime girl giggle boomed out of every speaker in the house.

M. dropped her all her stuff, bar the sawed of Obrez rifle, and smiled.

"So you met her before?"

"Kind of".....

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

"Graceland" by Paul Simon (1986)

"Graceland" is my very first CD, given to me by my first girlfriend on my birthday.

She used to mock me that there is no point in giving it to me, because I did not have a CD player at this time (1992).

Well, CD players come and go but the CD (which I ended up carrying around the world....several times) stayed the same.

I am not a big Paul Simon fan in general but this CD I liked! The song "You can call me Al" in particular. It speaks about mid-life crisis, losing your course and looking for something to build your life on. 

You would never guess that due to the cheery melody and hilarious music video with Chevy Chase. But that is exactly the point:

"Graceland" is inspired by upbeat South African township music (in which the most horrible are dealt with...with cheery, happy music as krass contrast) and serves as great background/medium for Simons rather sad lyrics.

The music induces "wanderlust" in me. I want to put on my boots, dust of my trusty knapsack , stretch my thumb out and get OUT there when listening to it....and did so several times.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

"Security" by Peter Gabriel

I asked my parents for a stereo on my 12th birthday. I didn't really listened to any music at that time, but everyone else I knew wanted one so I thought that was what was expected of me.

Relieved that I showed budding signs of normality my parents actually gave me one: A used record player with cassette deck...whoa! 

But I had a new problem now: I did not know what music to like!

Sure, there were a few songs in the radio I liked (I never managed to develop enough enthusiasm to actually buy a Depeche Mode record!) but in general I thought mid-eighties music pretty much sucked.

Later, much later, when I met the right people (the people that mattered) I learnt that I was wrong and that there was awesome music out there. But how was I supposed to know?

My mum was a member in a book club and she gave me her membership card so I could buy some cheap records with my paper route money (as 12 year olds go, I was loaded with cash...2 paper routes, one taking me on a 9 km bike ride with 800 newspapers).

I still had no idea what to choose and picked records by the cover.

This way I ended up with a Halloween and a lesser known Bon Jovi record...both huge disappointments. I think I threw them out.

So I used my stereo  to record the few songs from the radio I actually liked (apparently I had a soft spot for 60ies rock) and used the record rack under the stereo for books.

Then I found some records at home, they belonged to my sisters ex boyfriend and i were on their way to the trash. None of the groups rang a bell but the covers looked interesting.

I took them and put them aside to listen to them later. I liked to stay up all night to read and listen to the radio...and still do to this day.

I put on one of the records...the one with that face that looked like a blue version of "the Swamp Thing" ....and had my tiny mind rocked, shattered and altered forever.

Lying at night, in the dark, and listening took me to a dark place, I was not supposed to be here, I was not supposed to KNOW (yet) and it was frightening.....and AWESOME.

It was "the Rhythm of the Heat" and the first track of "Security" by Peter Gabriel. A song that described Carl Jungs anxieties during a Voodoo-esque ritual in Sudan....of course I did not know that at this time, but I can relate to Jungs anxiety, self doubt and insight to incomprehensible universal knowledge he felt. Because that was how I felt listening to this mad music!

The rest of the tracks are equally emotion heavy and speak of anxiety, heroic but futile struggle, terrible wisdom and death. Gabriels manages to incorporate drum groups from Africa in his music which reaches a crescendo in "The family and the fishing net" where a modern wedding is described as a Voodoo ceremony.
The other songs blended very well with the theme of a book I read then: "Enders Game". (Especially the song "San Jacinto"!)

I lost that record...or it has been reclaimed...short after. But found another vinyl copy in a used book store in 1999. Later, much later, I finally got the record on CD.
Dig it!