Et tu Jons?

We went clubbing last Wednesday night to Thursday and I just accompanied them because I thought I maybe meet him. As R. told me he saw him in the crowd and I ran around, searching for him without result, I got angry about R. and went home.

I just got the news he died last Thursday, the funeral is held Friday. 

It just feels wrong. 

I don't know the reason yet. It may sound weird, but I hope it was something inevitable. And not the same impulse as M.'s, who commited suicide on February 14th - just very few weeks earlier  she opened herself for me and I was to blind to see and react.

It's a pitty I usually rarely think about the evanescence of life. What ever we want to do, what ever we want to say, we should do it know because tomorrow everything can be so different. But seems I am just able to remember this when it's too late.

It's the third case of death for me in seven months. Don't know what's wrong lately. Even my cat nearly died some weeks ago. There's no need to mention how happy I am about that nearly, is it?

Good night and take care...

Well Done

Nothing written from the things I promised, been ill, been busy, been just a chaotic mess, as always... From tomorrow until Sunday Berlin and Berlin Festival. Than two days at home. Than holiday. Three days at home. Reeperbahn Festival. Home, September will be over, and than the semester will start. I really regret the London trip I planned didn't take place this year as I had oodles of time, but hope to catch up on it in spring.

Don't know if I'll write it down in my lifetime, though I even managed to take photos, but Dockville was fine, so was The Kills and even BootBooHook, the festival with the most disturbing name in history. Actually I enjoyed everything a lot.

Looking forward to Austra, Beirut, The Drums, Boys Noize, Mogwai, Suede, ... Btw, I'm sitting in the kitchen where I'm baking banana cake for Cindy, who's been a dear colleague years ago and who will be my host in Berlin and it smells sooooooooooooo delicious!

My bed is my office

Busy days, yo. Since I'm back from Dockville Festival (I'll post something about it later) I'm constantly have to read mails, mail back, read again, forward mails, write mails, take notes, ... Why? Because everyone seems to be interested to be our new flat mate. Of course everyone is a major hyperbole,but it's 60 requests in 8 days after all. Fortunatelly I deleted my phone number from the offer after the first call, if not, I would have to phone with masses of boring/strange/improper people and won't be able to tell them not to come. That's my problem: I'm too nice. Maybe this sounds like irony, but I really can't say no and want to give everyone a chance. Funnily enough nearly everybody says, he/she would be open minded, friendly, folksy, likes music, partying, friends and sports. (Woooooh, #61 just came in.) Unloved Facebook comes to my aid here: Lately I'm checking the prospects' profiles with their mail addresses. Et voilà: At least some of the people can be rejected this way. Favourite music Rihanna, house and hiphop, greasy hair, loves soccer and HSV, way too ugly boyfriend, never read a book, likes Twilight and shit? Adieu!

Other funny aspect: As I moved in more than two years ago, there were nearly no prospects and the people who were hear were like: "Oooooooh, hm... okay..." Today they kissing our asses how pretty the flat would look like, how nice the neighborhood would be and how wonderful we would sound like.

To bring this posting to a close, here a song by beloved Motorama. Oh yes...

Between Victor Hugo and Maynard Keynes

Seems that a band I once called my "favorite band" disbanded months ago - without telling anybody anything about it. All the fans just wondered why they don't produce any new stuff and don't tour anymore. Okay, I wasn't a fan anymore, thus not that shocked. It's like one and a half year ago I last favored them. Btw: I'm talking about The Cinematics.

Anyway, it's a tad sad. They were talented and could have been successful. Now, listening to them again after quite a while, I have the blues. Sometimes it's like music, which you're heavily into for a while, sucks all this time's emotions up and when you're listening to it again, it's like looking retrospectively at the past. Maybe that's why I stopped listening to them: There were too many memories bond to it.

I fancied a lot of their songs, especially on the first album, "A Strange Education". "Asleep at the Wheel" was my fav right after the start up until now, "Keep Forgetting" the song eveyone should like and "Hard For Young Lovers" my favorite on the second album, "Love and Terror" - I always had to think about macroeconomics and that I should have studied more for it. I listened to "Human", "Rise & Fall" and "Hospital Bills" while being blue or they just made me feel that way. I fell into soft sleep with "Home" and "Box". But now it's all gone. I once saw them live and will never have the chance to do it again.

Here's a good article I found about the break up. After reading, I felt bad for them, especially for Larry. He's a good musician and seems to be an ingenuous, congenial guy. Don't know if I'll be able to get into his new band, Laurence and the Slab Boys. It's too raw for my current attitude towards life.

My most personal memory in relation to the band? Scott nearly slaying me, who stood right in front of him, with the column of his microphone. Me too confused to do anything, Scott not even noticing it. This will mabye be the image which drags into my mind everytime I listen to them or hear/read their name for the rest of my life.

Where did all the love go?

The last days were filled with stress, procrastination, anger, and blah. Not to forget disappointment. Tons of disappointment. It's been my birthday some days ago. Don't ask about how old I am now because I reached the age of becomming younger with every year. Like I said, also this birthday had a huge amount of disappointment involved. Nobody cares about it, but maybe my new little blog? Hum, ... no. Not now.
However, a friend of mine who I couldn't see for more than three years visited me and that made my days.

First I wanted to write "this music video makes me cry", but then I noticed I actually didn't cry. WTF?! What happened to soppy crybaby Karin? What about the days she could start immediately after the beginning of Air by Bach without a reason? Is she already dead inside? Let's keep in mind a dog is playing the sad heroine - someone with fur and soft ears who's unbelievably cuddly and cute. Someone with features of a cat. And I didn't cry?!
At first I thought "at least they didn't kill her for animal experiments (like my first cat)", but Laika died in space in the Sputnik 2 rocket. Okay, now I'm ready for crying.
Btw.: The song by Trentemøller is okay, but not really the music genre I'd listen to passionately.