Wish I was a bromoter

My love/hate-moral-fight about hiphop strikes once again. Do I want to put up a show (= provide a platform and sacrifice time, energy, money, emotion – not necessarily in that order) for a rap act who uses ‘bitch’/’hoe’/etc. in their lyrics? Or – as it is just as common standard as half-naked women in advertising […]

Grinding Halt

“No sound. No people. No clocks. No people. No fine. No people. No me. No people. Stopped. Short. Grinding halt. Everything is coming to a griding halt.” The Cure See, this morning I could have chosen to wrap myself in silence and hide with endless cups of teas under endless layers of blankets watching endless […]