So, this night I got blown off two times in a row.
And then I said: Fuck it.
So I loaded the iTouch with some music and PsychS3E1, took my car and... Set off.
First one hour of simply driving. In the rain. In the dark. Without a target.
It was bloody brilliant. Relaxing. Mind-freeing. Soothing.
Then I pulled over the nearest Burger King, got myself a menu, pulled to the nearest parking lot, and watched the Episode of Psych while eating in the car, with the rain falling on the roof and utter darkness around me. Like having a cool cinema all for yourself.
Then, again an hour of driving. This time with some targets. The places my first two girlfriends lived, when I dated them. The place my most fondly remembered affair lived, when I dated her. The places where I had my first dates. The place of my first working experience. My schools. Forgotten Bars and Pubs and Places I Met Friends At, back when.
And I thought. The car drove itself by pure instinct. My mind was full with memories. Good and bad. Slight and Intense. Simple Pictures and full-on memory-movies complete with sounds and smells. I let it all flow over me.
And then I headed home. Via the darkest and emptiest route I could think off. I opened the windows, blasted the music loudly and put the pedal to the metal, so to speak. I let the engine have some fun, too.
And now I'm here. Writing this all.
Telling you about it.
And feeling good.
With a much less troubled mind.
20080913
04 - The Streets of my Mind
20080824
Number 03: Coming Home.
The last
few days made me realize something. About a few very different things in life.
Those disparate points of interest being: 1. Word Processors and 2. Old Stuff.
Point of Order No.2 – Old Stuff
20080701
Number 02 : Vampire Beach Babes - Beach Blanket Bedlam!
I wanted to bring you music. So I will bring you music. And start with something new, even for me. Gothic Surf Music. Yes. Really. From Canada even. It gets better and better, right?
Anyway, they're fun. Really, really fun. Their tracks range from utterly upbeat stuff to some songs with ballad-like qualities. Baron Marcus' vocals aren't that distinct from other singers, but he carries the fun and style through the whole record. I literally could imagine a Buffy-esque Vamp-surfer rockin' on stage, at night, on a beach, surrounded by bonfires and partying teenagers and the occasional demon. All clad in 50's/60's surfer-regalia, of course. Heck, Austin Powers or the guys from U.N.C.L.E. could join in for a scene or two.
It's fun music. Nothing more, nothing less. But this, it does really well. So enjoy. :) (And spread the word, if you should like them. Support music however you can.)
01 - Hot Foot.
02 - Broken.
03 - Bad Boys, Bad Girls.
04 - Johnny don't Race.
05 - Stars in Your Eyes.
06 - Sandflea.
07 - Sunshine on Me.
08 - Waves.
09 - Devilman.
10 - Spank that Thang.
11 - Droppin' Da Curl.
12 - When You Cry.
13 - Slippin' Away.
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20080630
Number 01
And so it begins. Again. But this time, a clean slate. There will be no old stories (Ah, well, most of the time. Sometimes some old stuff simply comes to the surface, and then all bets are off.), because the last 2 months alone would've been way too much to convey. So I will keep them in my memories.
Last weekend, Cologne. With Alice and Susanne.
Friday. Arrival, getting slightly lost, the Queen Musical. It rocked.
A Saturday full with walking, shopping, talking, exploring and getting lost some more. It rocked. And hurt. Mostly the feet. Mostly Alice's feet.
The Sunday, spent on Melaten cemetery. Beautiful. Relaxed. Relaxing. Not morbid at all, surprisingly.
More things. Mostly emotional. I guess I have to deal with them.
...
Oh yeah, the "Mission Statement".
Posting of thoughts, experiences and short ideas.
Posting of Music, from time to time. Weird stuff. Rare stuff. Mostly good stuff (I hope).
Keeping it updated. Regularly. This time for real.
Perhaps (peeeerhaps) a consolidation with the LJ, at some point. I don't know yet.
...
So yeah.To all the people intent on reading stuff, welcome to the void. Enjoy the whispers.