Hang the DJ

Yesterday night i wanted to produce evidence, that one can make Linzer students dance by playing other music than tekkno-schlager-pop-mix. i failed.

Two hours of sleep later, i'm still feeling rather good which is possibly due to yesterday's lack of alcohol - drunk dj-ing usually ends in a diasaster. Tomorrow i'll depart for Italy - so looking forward. i already see myself sitting under an olive tree reading Dante's Divina Commedia and sipping some Chianti. Possibly i just will get wasted.

Anyway here's one of the greatest pieces of music ever written. Rock and what? Forget it.

Antonio Vivaldi - Le Quattro Stagioni - La primavera I (Allegro)

P.S.: for the last two songs i played yesterday i had a security guard standing behind me. not to protect me. he just wanted to make sure that i quit playing.
P.P.S.: i lost my mojo.

Badass of the week

The Killer-Rabbit of Linz (lepus interfector lentiensis)

Austrian state television published the following news: On Monday, a 74 year old woman was attacked by a rabbit in the garden of her house in my beautiful city, Linz. As she couldn't fight him off, her 78 year old husband came to help. As he was helpless as well, the police was finally called. When arriving, the policemen saw the ongoing fight between man and animal. They as well entered the fight. But the fierce beast neither surrendered nor it retreat. So the rabbit was finally shot dead.

An informer sent me some pictures which were taken during the battle, of course i don't want to withhold them from public:

Heavily armed and armoured special police units approach the creature...

...and engage in battle.

They are surprised by the furor of the furry monster.

The officer in command orders his men to fall back. Drastic measures are required to defeat this foul thing.

The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch.

Thus the killer-rabbit was finally destroyed.

What happens when you lose everything?

You just start again. how true, how impossible.







Maxïmo Park - Apply some pressure

what a show...

Get out of the office and into the spring-time

The last couple of days brought quite cosy temperatures to Austria. Nature's exploding and so do my eyeballs. Hello allergy my old friend, you have come to talk with me again? Due to this inconvenience my weekend life has been reduced to sneezing (new record! nine times in a row!! after such an attack you don't need any drugs no more - your body is shaking automatically), rubbing my eyes and being miserable.

hence, saturday's going out in my hometown wasn't that pleasant as you can imagine. moreover, the bar where i wanted to hang out was closed.

The place looks crappy? Certainly. Still, it's original. The 80 year old owner of the bar tells you - given he's in a good mood - about his adventures in southern France in the 60ies, when in a bad mood, he doesn't even notice you. Additionally resident DJ Sonic (the legend says he owns more than 6.000 records and has a special room in his flat for them) showed me some of the greatest music ever.

here are two songs i just caught on the radio, i like them somehow:
Squarepusher - Love will tear us apart
Gui Boratto - Beautiful life

italy in 2 and a half weeks - yeeha!

Signs of the times

or: this is the end. The record dealer i trust dies a slow death. Since weeks he has been selling out his store. And by saying store i mean it: you can buy everything from the italian flag, which used to hang in it, to the racks. This week's special offer: every record at half price. So today i also went there and made myself guilty of robbing dead people (there's a really beautiful german word for this deed: Leichenfledderei). After having made my way through the remnants of what used to be one of the best arranged record dealers in my area and leaving Robbie Williams behind and finding a couple of records which have been so far neglected by the greedy sell-out-crowd, i came to ask the vendor on what will happen with the shop and it's owner. well, he will open a store for cellphones. yeah. that was the answer i wanted to hear. me (rather disillusioned - i already imagined him as, minimum, the guy who helps a young promising band to make it's breakthrough. seems as if i was hopelessly romantic...) expressing my disappointment on this, she only answered that one had to follow the signs of the times. yeah, sure, of course. brave new world.

good news on the other hand: lovely Seewiesenfest will take place again, bringing a fine mix of austrian and mainly north-american indie-bands onto the stage, among them "someone still loves you boris yeltsin". nice name, nice music.

Someone still loves you Boris Yeltsin - House Fire

terrible name, nice music: Maserati (i don't like sports cars. just think of the people driving them.) those guys may also be no musical revolutionaries*, still, they do good post rock.

Maserati - 12/16

so that there's also some other music than the usual rockist pabulum:
Timbuktu feat. Simone Moreno - Vem pra bahia

hasta luego,
burns

*question: what was the last really "revolutionary" stuff? happy hardcore? euro-dance-trash?? the strokes??? ahem.

Una festa nel LUI...

...una bella compagnia

Doris, leaving Linz but still happy

Steff and me dressed up.

Showing some attitude

nice party, long night, and Steff: your wodka-soda may be delicious but is also a killer.

200 Sachen - Una festa sui prati