dinsdag 28 oktober 2008

Old Toshiba lap tops must be exterminated

There is nothing more disappointing than writing two pages soaked with the deepest emotions and brave ideas that your tired lonesome head could create.

There is nothing more disappointing than giving a voice to your new inspiration and redefinition of of time -both situationally doomed.

There is nothing more disappointing than an old Toshiba lap top unexpectedly shutting down itself in the middle of your sentence, violating your tought, raping your hand while typing the words.

There is nothing more disappointing than the cynical fact that the same old Toshiba lap top does not even slightly bother to save your writings.

zondag 26 oktober 2008

Fightclubbing

"This is your life
Doesn't get any better than this
This is your life
And it and it's ending one-minute at a time

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else
We are all part of the same compost heap
We are the all singing, all dancing, crap of the world

You are not your bank account
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the contents of your wallet
You are not your bowel cancer
You are not your grande latte
You are not the car you drive
You are not your fucking khaki's

You have to give up
You have to realize that someday you will die
Until you know that, you are useless

I say let me never be complete
I say may I never be content
I say deliver me from Swedish furniture
I say deliver me from clever arts
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth
I say you have to give up
I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may"

"This is your life" by the Dust Brothers or Tyler Durden or "Fight club" by the uncomparable Chuck Palahnuik

Black cherry & Nutmeg

Incredible- how strong are the memories evoked by a smell. I have just found my old body yogurt . The residual aroma essence of black cherry and nutmeg was a present from my grandma this February…and just by opening it…I started a journey. A different, unplanned puzzle of events and faces. Just after opening the jar…my nostrils felt a sudden comfort; a well-known “melody” of the air….and the smell led me back there. These black cherry & nutmeg used to accompany me in the warm March days of Barcelona, under the palm trees. It was carring me throught the afternoon hours washed away with numerous claras and tapas. It was part of me at night on the beach and on the little squares. This smell would mingle with the passengers sweat and chase away the sour odors of the metro Girona to Jaume I. Fading away in the early morning it would be leaving me in laughter and joy on the dirty little streets downtown. One thing is certain: these times are gone as well as my body yogurt. But I won’t throw away this humble left-over at the bottom until it gets rotten, stinky and unbearable- it is my aroma ticket back to the idle days of my youth.

vrijdag 24 oktober 2008

More ...


This sticker I found last week, it was carelessly covering my friend's lap top surface...evoking smiles, hopes, random (un)conditioned sadness, few light remarks and empathy of a queer sort. we are not doomed.
:)

vrijdag 17 oktober 2008

woensdag 15 oktober 2008

Album covers...or there is just something about that music store....

Everytime I start my jouney to work I pass by the music store. Not that I am going to buy something but weird enought, everytime I enter the music shop on my steet the shopkeeper unintetionally ( or who knows!?!) greets me with a track I adore thus forcing me to stay at least 3-4 minutes until the song is finished. Today's vibe was "Magic" by the adorable Ladyhawke and I couldn't help but stay and enjoy it till the end.




Still wondering why this track has no proper video. Anywho, following it around the shop, checking out some new albums (while the shopkeeper was giving the eye, oh yes he did) I suddenly came accross three amazing album covers. The mysteries of the music shop reveal new secrets!!! Fond of music, fond of album covers!!! Especially when it comes to Menomena, Radical Face and Amiina.



A boy who needs a friend finds a world that needs a foe.




How could I miss them yeasterday?!!! How could people not buy them as they stay untouched on the shelf? Well I did not buy them either. The "Magic" ended and the spell of the shop gave way to some unbearable new rythms that swiftly "kicked me out" of the whole building. I found myself on the street surrounded by rain as usual and continued to way to work thinkig about my next "music store adventure".

zaterdag 11 oktober 2008

Uncensored






Last night's beat!!! Not to be viewed by audience under 18!!!

donderdag 9 oktober 2008

Mind-set

"Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth.
Only, i don't know how they got out, dear.
Turn me back into the pet that i was when we met.
I was happier then with no mind-set."
The Shins


Sustainability
the compassion fatigue
the amusements parks
the new world order
I was thinking about the limitations
the borders
physical and mental
the pressure
the peers
th European union
and all this unification
that’s suppose to liberate us from our chains and shackles
the global warming
that I totally don’t believe in
(thanks to all the convenient lies)
the drugs
that don’t work
and the ones that still do
all the macaroni
the fruit
the rotten bread
the leftovers from last night’s dinner
the ice cream I could not finish
and I threw away
I threw away in the trash can!!!
I did it
and U2

the famine
and the money I spent on concerts
tourism
and selling culture
tourism
and the voluntary constitutional enslavement of nations
the young and deities
Ishtar and El
and all what’s left behind
and all that’s bound to follow
all the wars that we had to live through
and all the wars are still to come
whether we like it not…
all the dark knights and the evil jokers
and we…the young
that don’t feel any shame
and wont apologize

and forgive my sentimental mood tonight
I’ve been just thinking…..

Imitosis





song of the day!!! Because we are all basicaly alone

zondag 5 oktober 2008

She lost control again

My body is broken. My head too! After another party night in Breda I am waking up in the shades of my room- thirsty, hungry and with a bagful of questionable memories. The Winamp is still paying the same album of Beirut and oh my Lord!!! Not again… another Sunday Parade!!!! Breda seems to be obsessed with parades, carnivals and marathons. I can imagine them: armies of orange hats, brass instruments and drums are crossing de Grote Markt (the city’s main square) and all the central streets. As I happen to live in the centre I cant escape from it and nobody could. The marching crew starts early in the morning and toils around until late in the afternoon every given Sunday (for those who don’t know what I am talking about: type Dutch carnival music in you tube).
What could be done- volume up!!! The Cure: as a tribute to last night’s incredible New Wave/80’s Party (thank you guys for that one). As far as I remember I danced like a maniac, talked to everyone and may be that’s why there are million little bees buzzing in my head, singing “She lost control again” . Sipping my coffee in bed, reviewing my Perdo Almodovar movie collection- this is all I want on a Sunday like this. However, I will have to immerse myself in the monotone succession of actions called "work" and daydream until I drop.

woensdag 1 oktober 2008

Seabears In the Rain



After one of the rainiest days in my life I feel clean and sober. Wondering why people complain excessively about the bad weather in this country with no hills on the horizon I look outside – rain- pure and simple. It washes away our dusty thoughts and sings with millions of tiny little bells. “Ding-dong-ding-dong”: says the rain commenting on the stupid joke of the church bell. Rain doesn’t care. No matter how happy you are, no matter how miserable you woke up this morning- rain will caress you with its soggy fingers, will kiss you with dismembered humidity and will leave you right there. Yes right there in the middle of the sea waiting for the traffic lights. But I am armed with my favorite rainy soundtrack. Of course ..the little Seabears from Iceland!!!

My favourite rainy sounds....

myspace.com/seabear
nl.youtube.com/watch?v=6pWTVwoecog