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It's never that sweet

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Let's Disappear 'Till Tomorow

Suns up we wait
All day
Suns up we wait
All day all day
The hell outsides kept away

If only we could move away
From here
This is how
We build a place

An aviary for today
An aviary for today
Let's disappear till tomorrow
Let's disappear till tomorrow

Disappear
Disappear

Blow up these play parades
Let's go
To an aviary far from home
To an aviary far from home

A one hand clap is me and you
And you and you and you
While the hell outsides kept away
If only we moved away

Disappear
Disappear

Last vacation was the same
We got moved away
Last vacation was the same
We got moved away
Last vacation was the same
We got moved away

Sun down now we have built
Our place
An aviary forever
An aviary forever
Forever forever

Reappear
Reappear
Reappear

Ian

In the end it doesn't really matter...

I've been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand
Could these sensations make me feel the pleasures of a normal man
These sensations barely interest me for another day
I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, take the shock away

It's getting faster, moving faster now, it's getting out of hand
On the tenth floor, down the backstairs, into no man's land
Lights are flashing, cars are crashing, getting frequent now
I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, let it out somehow

What means to you, what means to me, and we will meet again
I'm watching you, I'm watching her, I'll take no pity from you friends
Who is right, who can tell and who gives a damn right now

Until the spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know

I've got the spirit, but lose the feeling

Feeling

May 18

What would Ian be if he was still alive 30 years after? No one can tell.
Though he wouldn't be a singer of a "cult" band for sure.

Days go on and on, they don't end

"The days go on and on... they don't end. All my life needed was a sense of some place to go..."

How many of you Travis' Bickles are out there?

"Now I see this clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction. There never has been a choice for me."

At the Berlinale 2010, De Niro, Scorsese and Lars von Trier announced plans to work on the sequel, with a shoot planned for late 2010. Would be very interesting to see what they come up with, if so.

Find a New City...or a Planet

I've been just recently thinking about all that stuff about moving into a foreign city with no one who you'd known before and starting a living on your own and stuff. I've been thinking how easy and simple it seems to do it from all the stories I've read, heard or seen in a movie. Like for example all the artists coming to New York City in the 40's, 50's, 60's or 70's whether they were poets, painters, junkies, lost souls or whoever. Or like the musicians coming to London Camden Town or to Berlin later in the 20th century. How simple it is to just come and get to know all those people...like standing by the doors of Chelsea Hotel for days and nights and then suddenly bumping into Jimi Hendrix who actually starts to talk to you or San Francisco and smoking a joint with Allen Ginsberg or stuff. It just sounds so easy. Almost like a fairy tale. But I'm not sure it's that way now. Nor it was that way years ago. Of course it wasn't. People just tend to glorify past. Anyway, New York or London is certainly not that kind of city that would gladly welcome any searching person right now.

During a recent panel discussion and audience Q&A discussion in New York, someone asked Patti Smith if it was still possible for a young artist to move to New York City and live a similar life to the one that Smith, Robert Mapplethorpe and other artists did years ago. Patti responded by recalling her move to Manhattan during the 1967 "Summer of Love," when one could still rent a cheap apartment and "build a whole community of transvestites or artists or writers.'" As for today, however: "New York has closed itself off to the young and the struggling. But there are other cities. Detroit. Poughkeepsie. New York City has been taken away from you. So my advice is: Find a new city."

All in all, although I really would like to believe what Patti says, I'm kind of sceptical on this. In this age of the internet and all that globalisation, glocalisation, etc. getting more personal on the social networks and the internet in whole just means getting more alienated with other people. It may sound quite contradictionary but to me it makes sense: getting more personal = getting more drift away. One personally doesn't want to share every single thing about one's privacy with 200+ so called friends on facebook. Although of course there might be also some real friends (or we can say all of them are real but are just don't interested in all that stuff). However, the amount of time spent on these sites - eventhough it doesn't have to be that enormous in the end - is big enough to make one feel tired of sharing something about one's self. Not just sharing, but it might make you feel more alone, lonely even. Now it reminds me of the urbanisation and industrialisation impacts and effects on individuals. By all those changes a man felt alienated. Everyone else was alienated. The work he did was alienated from him. And now this feels like another level. I can't imagine how this will develop and where it will take us. It certainly is an exciting time, everything is changing more and more faster. Though, it's a bit scary too.

Anyway, back to the topic that I started with. I'm really not sure if it is possible to start something like the artists did in the last century. To live a life like they did...I don't know. It seems like finding a new city is not enough. Finding a new planet - maybe. Haha. Though now I'm not thinking of the "invaders nature" of (the western/?/) human race at all. There are a lot of issues that are not solved (that's a bad word in fact - "being solved" is not the intention anyway). Intolerance, homophobia and fear of everything that's not "yours" - those are the things that are still present eventhough I would have thought they are actually not the case now when we live in this new modern tolerant democratic and FREE society (let me smile at this). It is here. And I'm not going to reveal any solution, any suggestion how to improve the actual state to end this blog with some stupid MAKE LOVE NOT WAR statement. I don't have a clue. I just don't know.

Neil McCormick: Bono's half century

By Neil McCormick, May 10th, 2010
Telegraph.co.uk



Today (Monday 10th) is Bono’s 50th birthday. The U2 singer has been on the planet for half a century, although for some it will probably seem longer. A band leader since he was 15, a rock star by the time he was 21, a global superstar at the age of 27, Bono has become one of the most ubiquitous celebrities on the planet, straddling the worlds of showbusiness and politics by the bridge of charitable activism.

Immediately recognisable by his trademark sunglasses and bullish Irish charm, Bono may be the most divisive, love-him-or-hate-him character in modern pop culture. For fans, and there are tens of millions of them, he is the greatest rock star of our age, a passionate heir to the pop art activism of John Lennon, leader of one the most extraordinary (and biggest selling) bands of our times. For his detractors, he is an egotistic pain in the neck, a God-bothering do-gooder always sticking his face where it doesn’t belong as a self-appointed, unelected, Messianic representative of the world’s poor, narcissistically boosting his self-esteem by hectoring and cajoling others to think of those worse of than themselves whilst hypocritically living the indulgent life of a super-rich, over-privileged tax dodger. I think that about covers it.

As a long-time friend and admirer, I have never quite understood why people get so upset about someone so obviously trying to do good, and indeed why people are so willing to ascribe negative values to transparently positive intentions. I have defended Bono before, which only unleashes ever increasing torrents of abuse. In my experience as a prolific music blogger, I have learned there are two things you cannot say without drawing the vitriol of poison posters: criticise Abba, or praise Bono.

It seems to me that this polarity of opinion regarding Bono has become so extreme, people no longer treat him as a human being. Rather he is a kind of idea of an image of a caricature of a caricature, and no matter what he says or does it will be twisted one way or another to serve pro and anti opinion of Bono, Saint or Devil.

The peculiar thing for me, of course, is that I not only know Bono, I’ve known him since before he became Bono. He wasn’t always a rock star, but he was always a complex, driven, passionate, mischievous but intensely well-meaning and essentially sincere character. He is a year older than me, and I always looked up to him and considered him a bit of a hero even in the corridors of a comprehensive school in Dublin. He was a nice guy then, and he’s a nice guy now. He’s married to his childhood sweetheart, our classmate Alison Stewart, which would be quite an achievement even if he weren’t a rock star with all the indulgence and privileges that career allows. Such is his media ubiquity, the modern Bono sometimes seems to know every significant figure on the planet, from popes to president to film stars and supermodels, but actually he still hangs out with a lot of the same friends he had back in those days. He’s fun to be around, clever and entertaining and a great includer, so that he draws people in, remembers peoples names, asks about wives and children, makes people feel that it is not all about him but about everyone present. And he’s such a passionate believer in the positive power of people to change the world that he is a hugely inspirational character to be around.

If he does seem a larger than life character it’s because he has allowed his extraordinary life to really fill him up. I love Brian Eno’s response when he was asked about Bono’s big ego. “Bono commits the crime of rising above your station. To the British, it’s the worst thing you can do. Bono is hated for doing something considered unbecoming for a pop star – meddling in things that apparently have nothing to do with him. He has a huge ego, no doubt about it. On the other hand, he has a huge brain and a huge heart. He’s just a big kind of person. That’s not easy for some to deal with. They don’t mind in Italy. They like larger-than-life people there. In most places in the world they don’t mind him. Here, they think he must be conning them.”

I remember the moment that inner rock star was unleashed, in the Mount Temple school gym, in Autumn 1976, when the band that would become U2 played their first show. He stood on a stage of school tables held together by masking tape and, as the band played Peter Frampton’s ‘Show Me The Way’, he picked up the microphone and started to stamp and roar. It was like an electric charge went through the room. The girls in the gymnasium actually started to scream. It was a transformative moment, no doubt about it. “It was really a feeling of liberation,” Bono told me once. “It’s like you’ve jumped into the sea and discovered you can swim. Everything changed for me, cause now I knew what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.”

And so Bono became a rock star. But he never stopped being himself. He’s fifty years old now, married with children of his own, a loyal husband, a good father, a genuinely nice guy. When I see him now, I can still recognise the boy in the man. I wish more people could see that. But, in thirty years of rock and roll, his detractors haven’t managed to bring him down yet. I’m betting he’s going to be getting on their nerves for a while yet.

Daft Punk's Electroma

drei wetter taft punk / knight rider + space odyssey + zabriskie point + Isaac Asimov

Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai

Slightly a different feeling when I was watching it now as when I first saw it about six years ago. Which is a difference when you're 16. Plus it was at home. In Denver. The parents were on holiday. I was alone. For the first time. Very late at night. About 2 or 3 a.m. (which was really late for me back then. Now even 8 a.m. isn't that late. But that's a different story...). And those were strange days...or weeks even. Moon was playing tricks. As was the strange stuff we smoked at the party the previous night. Ay, good ol' dayz...

Romain Gavras

First it was Justice, then M.I.A.
Ladies & gentlemen, Mr. Romain Gavras.

The Sea Is My Brother

The title says it all. ...