“I can’t stand the rain
against my window
bringing back sweet memories”
Why does the weather have to be so shitty when I wanted to visit friends in Munich and go to the CSD / Gay Pride thingy and watch Scream Club and J.D. Samson? I cancelled it and sit at home grumpy instead but I will at least drive there tomorrow to watch Tar..Feather.
Multi-tasking talent that I am I managed to sit grumpying and at the same time finally uploading some concert pictures of Milemarker, Ibsen and The Yoohoos.
Go to www.evemassacre.org PICTURE section to see all of them.
I also updated the LIVE section with lots of old flyers and some new dates.
And I turned it all black.
The Milemarker show was really good by the way. They are still quite unique in how and what they do, even if the show somehow had an aura of nostalgia all over it. There were people at the show that I haven’t seen at shows for ages. Oh, and it’s an absoute no-no to wear a Fugazi t-shirt, you person in the Fugazi t-shirt. You are not what you wear etc. etc. etc.
A friend of mine mentioned that at the radio station he works for he tries to make people give statements about the music they play cause most of them don’t do that anymore. One guy argued that chosing a tune and playing it out already is a statement about the music as he wouldn’t play it if he didn’t like it. Somehow this got stuck in my head. I haven’t read many good reviews lately. If someone got recommendations for well-written mp3 blogs – you’re welcome! I personally also find it harder and harder to write about music. I mean really write. Not just saying it’s great/awesome/wonderful/godawful etc. and give some information but making thoughtful statements about songs or albums. That’s a shame because I remember how much fun it was to try finding words to express what a certain song does to you, to derive some meaning, to use words to play with music.
Lately I miss the YOT (a zine I was involved in for a couple for years) a lot. It was such a good direct communication tool. Blogging is fine too but it’s lonelier. Not because of the little feedback you get, that’s also scarce with a print zine. But because of writing only your own little ego out, and not being part of a group of people who share opinions or differ and criticise. For a while I thought about asking some people whose opinions and tastes I appreciate to join together for a shared blog but the sad truth is that I don’t think any of them has enough time and consistency to stick with it and I don’t want to start something that’s already bound for wasting away when we start it.
Me negative? Nooo wai.
I love Sophie Rois. I had almost forgotten about that fact. Her voice and her tomboyish style is plain awesome. I think I first was aware of her when she played a phone sex girl in ‘Deathline’ (Der kalte Finger). Now I’ve stumbled upon this cover version she did:
Sophie Rois – The End of the World from http://coverlover.vox.com/
“These plastic molded seats had to be cast from someone’s perfect ass.
Leaving the rest of us to squirm uncomfortably.” Milemarker, ‘A Quick Trip To The Clinic’
Milemarker are playing at the K4 on Tuesday 1st of July and I’m pretty excited. They used to be one of my favouritestestest live bands ever and if you haven’t seen them ‘back in the days’ maybe these clips give you an idea of what makes their shows so great. Post Hardcore Synth Screamo whatever goodness with an attitude.
P.S.: Don’t come to the show for the tits, Roby isn’t playing with them anymore. Which is a shame. But for different reasons.
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The Comadre show last Wednesday was good. Okay, that was an understatement. The perfect band/audience constellation and I was happy that so many people showed up despite of Germany playing the semi-finals of the Euro. Comadre were pure energy and people shouted along with the shout-along-parts and danced and circle-pitted and clapped and it was all exciting and cool and silly and positive and one guy of Trainwreck danced in a full-body-cardboard-costume as ‘drunkbot’ and and and…
Not one single aggro dance idiot, no fake ‘I’m more d.i.y. than you’ crap, just people who seemed to care, and even the crowdsurfers watched out for the mirrorball. That show really was what I always have loved about hardcore.
We had left one window open cause Germany had won the match so for once no one cared about loudness. Through that window you could see an endless march of people with flags on the big main street outside. It actually gave me goosepimps to be in the heat of the Comadre show and at the same time see thousands of people cheering for ‘their country’ outside. Papers said it was like 10.000 people ‘celebrating’. I was so thankful for being in our little parallel world behind the thick walls of the K4. No one can tell me that it’s harmless to spark patriotism at a time in which the nazi movement is still growing ever bigger, nourished well in the shadows of the new conservatism.
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Living here and now instead of planning for a future that is uncertain anyway has always seemed a relatively good recipe to get through this life. At the moment though I feel like that here-and-now-thing shows its negative teeth: I tend to get lost in it. I find it hard to concentrate for long, I get lost in worthless things like watching tv, I make plans instead of doing things, I browse the internet instead of using it to communicate, I postpone things etc. All that periodically makes me feel down. I mean: really down. I hate it when I fail to take my time and focus on something cause I love, no: I NEED that feeling when a work that at first seems like a pile of chaos slowly takes form and grows into something ‘good’. No matter if it’s writing on some theoretical literature shit for university or an article for a fanzine (I miss our YOT zine!) or if it was creating a new song or a new flyer. When you’re really into it, it’s an awesome feeling of high. The thrill of something getting closer and closer to what you want it to be. I’ve always enjoyed the process of creation more than the finished piece. Maybe cause I’ve never really seen something as ‘finished’ but as ‘not improvable by my limited skills at a certain moment in time’ and I’ve always been happy with that.
I miss that.
At the moment I feel like a nihilist piece of crap killing my time with useless things till it’s over. Usually I feel like an existentialist piece of crap wasting my time with wonderful things till it’s over.
Believe me, the latter is better.