“There’s a light”- state of affairs, new mp3, snottiness
“Take me out tonight
Where there’s music and there’s people
who are young and alive,
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven’t got one, anymore
And if a double-decker bus crashes into us
To die by your side,is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine
There is a light that never goes out…” (The Smiths)
Footmark to those who come here from PARTYBEN‘s (a mash up artist and dj) Website: Pardon him, he’s a bit touchy. He sure will learn that if you publish music you better learn to live with criticism. I didn’t even pan the DEAN GRAY album, elsewhere I read comments like “desperate publicity stunt” and worse. Hope he didn’t sent hired killers to those writers’ doors. 😉
Honestly: linking here with the words “some snotty German chick” instead of something like “a groundbreakingly fantastic fellow GYBO mash up artist” says more about him than it’s an affront to me. Although he’s right about the snottiness cause my cold makes me reach for my third pack of hankies today as I’m writing this.
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I’ve done a cover version of SHEILA E.’s “Belle Of St. Mark”. I didn’t have my proper mic at home so I used an old headphone for recording the vocals. It’s a dancy tune with my usual seesaw between melodies and dissonances. You can download it from here:
(Maybe some of you have already downloaded the first version of this a couple of days ago. It had a few BUDDY HOLLY samples in it but they didn’t make that much sense, so I took them out again.)
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I am in the midst of some decoration work on my flat. I somehow managed to destroy my lightswitch when I reconnected the cables in my bathroom and now the lights don’t go out anymore. Stripping off wallpaper centimeter by centimeter is the shittiest work I’ve done in ages. I consoled myself with listening to endless hours of audio books. Nice.
I haven’t been able to sleep before 5 or 6 in the morning since weeks. This is not necessarily bad as I’m not forced by my work to get up early but it seems like years of parental and school education somehow implanted in my brain that it’s bad for me to get up late and I guess that’s what gives me a slight but constant feeling of worry.
I had one of the bestestest new year’s eves ever. It still makes me smile when I think back to it. Great dinner fun with friends, awesome party afterwards.
Yesterday I’ve been to my first show of this year and it was a nice night, though not necessarily because of the music.
No warm jacket = Got a cold today.
Overall, I think I’m okay at the moment. Confused, for sure. Not very communicative, aye (sorry about all the unanswered emails, I’ll get there tomorrow). But somehow okay.
The show was WOW, OWLS / ULTRA DOLPHINS / FUCK U IS MY NAME in Wuerzburg. Like always when I drive somewhere with Seppo and / or Herr Mueller we got lost. We simply talk too much and concentrate too less on the direction. Tsktsktsk. But that almost has become an essential ingredient of a good concert night. We were a bit late but what I saw of FUCK U was nice: hectic postpunk with vocals on the good side of hysterical. After them one of the ULTRA DOLPHINS’ singers stepped on the bad side of this: he sounded a bit arty in a strenuous way. Their noise core wasn’t bad at all (actually it was well played and almost burst of ideas) but their songs somehow had too many different parts without a connecting flow to sweep me away. WOW OWLS were a combination of what hundreds of bands have played before them. They play it good, that’s for sure, but it was the kind of music that only works in a nostalgic mode and I wasn’t in the right mood. And I’m a bit tired of angry young white men yelling at me about how bad they feel, and other young men in front of them dancing so enthusiastic but careless that soon the four or five dancing females give up and step back or even leave the room. That’s so 1989. As for aggressive music: I need a hint of irony, or a bit of dressing up or… ach, I don’t know.