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Are you hoping for a miracle?

I just came from seeing UK-band Bloc Party in Vienna and i still am awestruck by the power and passion i saw there. In the beginning reluctant to even go there (i was close to selling the ticket) due to still being exhausted from the Italy- and Mensafest-thing, i am now lucky not having done so. From the first chord on i was in the concert. It has been a long time that i saw so much passion and power in a that steamy and sweaty atmosphere. Basically, that's all about what rock and roll is meant to be. I was intervied by Fm4-radio after the Maximo Park gig just a couple of weeks ago, me saying that them were so delightfully above this new Brit-hype. well, i haven't seen Bloc Party at this point. Forget Maximo Park, the only band who will "survive" the hype is Bloc Party. not only because of their performance on stage, are they the only band which delivers something more than the "i-am-so-happy-and-in-love-but-i-don-t-know-what-to-do"-stuff of Mr. Kaiser Chiefs and Mr. The View and, yes, Mr. Maximo Park (see also: Bret Easton Allis).
Back in Linz i decided to celebrate this evening with a couple of friends, which led me eventually to a bar called XXXX, where they were playing music so different from what i saw just a couple of hours before. Surprisingly a Swedish girl named XXXX proved that she could sing Ace of Base songs and a couple of other, ahm, embarassing songs by heart. Barely enough she was even dancing to that crap. Ahem.

So, here are some pics:

and yes, i am still hoping for a miracle.

Va', pensiero!

So i finally survived a trip to Italy and the Refi-Mensafest. Here are some impressions:

our house

Siena

Adrien Sarte

Life's beautiful, no?

me

here's the tune of the day: Liam Lynch - Still wasted from the party last night

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!