Sonntag, 27. April 2008
Sonntag, 13. April 2008
Phosphorescent!
Everybody has to listen to Phosphorescent. No excuses.
What a shame that I missed that greatgreat music last year...would have definitely been among my Top 5 back then. Anyway, in 2008 it is consequently my favourite so far.
BUT. As it is spring and the weather here in L-City is so splendid, and the beer gardens are open and the ladies look more amazing than ever before, it is time for some, let's say, happy-go-lucky music. Hence I don't post a song by Phosphorescent, but by another band from Brooklyn, New York City, capital of the world. You shouldn't miss them either. This is MGMT. Disco, here I come ; )
MGMT - Electric Feel
What a shame that I missed that greatgreat music last year...would have definitely been among my Top 5 back then. Anyway, in 2008 it is consequently my favourite so far.
BUT. As it is spring and the weather here in L-City is so splendid, and the beer gardens are open and the ladies look more amazing than ever before, it is time for some, let's say, happy-go-lucky music. Hence I don't post a song by Phosphorescent, but by another band from Brooklyn, New York City, capital of the world. You shouldn't miss them either. This is MGMT. Disco, here I come ; )
MGMT - Electric Feel
Samstag, 12. April 2008
The new trend in Austria: Krocha
'Krocha' (austrian dialect-word, english equvivalent: to crush; from: in die Disco krochen - to crush into a disco) has established itself as a new part of youth culture. Mainly unpolitical, party-centric people speak their own language, listen to their own music, dress in their own way. Doesn't make it a lot different from, say, Grunge back in the early nineties. During the last 2 months 'Krocha' made it into the the pages of every serious newspaper (ehhh, there aren't many in Austria...) and into state television news.
I would like to be part of a youth culture.
Tocotronic, 1995.
I would like to be part of a youth culture.
Tocotronic, 1995.
Sonntag, 6. April 2008
Love will...
...tear us apart, someone sang once wisely. Same it does with hearts, same it does with souls.

There are hundred-thousands of love songs (remember Nick Hornby's 'High Fidelity'!), and thousands of them may be great ones, but this one might be one of the five greatest:
M. Ward - Pale blue eyes (Velvet Underground cover)
The soul is torn apart, the heart is torn apart.

There are hundred-thousands of love songs (remember Nick Hornby's 'High Fidelity'!), and thousands of them may be great ones, but this one might be one of the five greatest:
M. Ward - Pale blue eyes (Velvet Underground cover)
The soul is torn apart, the heart is torn apart.
Donnerstag, 27. März 2008
Montag, 24. März 2008
A dark desire
Just came back from Budapest, spent a weekend there to see some nice people. As (almost) always I went there by train, used the time on it to read a bit. Well, this time it wasn't only a bit, I rather rushed through one I bought myself a couple of weeks ago. The title is 'Zephyr', and it matches the content perfectly: Zephyros was a wind god in Greek mythology, to be exactly: the god that brought the West wind. He also was a rather jealous guy, but read more here.
Main character is Gilles, a scriptwriter who wants to tell the story of a drama, he read about in the newspaper: le drame de Marie Trintignant et Bertrand Cantat, a story of total love and alike jealousy. Together with his big love Cathy he, Gilles, goes to the South of France to seek inspiration. There, he writes and drinks. Reality and fiction are more and more melting. Is he a murderer as well?
The story is incredibly fast, events rush by, from one perspective to another, one cut in the story follows the other. The storyline changes so fast that sometimes you cannot distinguish wether Gilles is talking about the Cantat-Trintignant case or his own 'reality'. A tempo perfect for a train ride.
Not the best book I read so far this year, yet perfect for the occasion. Additionally, some of the sentences the author, Albert Ostermaier, formed are of a beauty and a trueness you seldom find.
Side note - did some research on the above mentioned drama. I do not believe in coincidences any more: The girl Cantat left behind for Trintingant is from Hungary.
Main character is Gilles, a scriptwriter who wants to tell the story of a drama, he read about in the newspaper: le drame de Marie Trintignant et Bertrand Cantat, a story of total love and alike jealousy. Together with his big love Cathy he, Gilles, goes to the South of France to seek inspiration. There, he writes and drinks. Reality and fiction are more and more melting. Is he a murderer as well?The story is incredibly fast, events rush by, from one perspective to another, one cut in the story follows the other. The storyline changes so fast that sometimes you cannot distinguish wether Gilles is talking about the Cantat-Trintignant case or his own 'reality'. A tempo perfect for a train ride.
Not the best book I read so far this year, yet perfect for the occasion. Additionally, some of the sentences the author, Albert Ostermaier, formed are of a beauty and a trueness you seldom find.
Side note - did some research on the above mentioned drama. I do not believe in coincidences any more: The girl Cantat left behind for Trintingant is from Hungary.
Sonntag, 23. März 2008
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