Tuesday, February 8, 2011

list(en)ing back and forth a jacobs tape

there was not much time in december. sir antonio was struggling with his thesis, preparing for the final finals, making plans for the future, gathering his belonging, and sleeping now and then. his harmonica was bleeding from rust... i had some heavy-loaded two weeks in which my sole occupations were to go to classes, study, work and sleep here and there. we forgot about guitar, music, our favorite bands, youtube, tv series/movies, alcohol, the ladies that we loved but did not respond, the ladies that we didn't love, the ladies with whom we were jerks or who were bitchy with us, our sad solitude loving right-hand that accompanied us while watching a porn, sport, diets, health, friends from home, home(though it seemed to be so near), our radio show...  and we are very sorry for the latter.

but do not worry about it being so sad. we had our crazy night when going to a gogol bordello gig in cologne, drinking all the way along the rails, smoking in the db toilets, befriending some german who would pay for our trip, pretending to be scholarly sober in front of anton's parents, enjoying the awesome food that his Mother would cook for us, arriving too late for the show and realizing it's been sold out, but, nevertheless,entering the club through a fence, sweating, screaming and moshing paying attention not to step or hit the cautious old germans dispersed all over the perimeter, going back home, going to sleep, but still working on the thesis, drinking all the way back along the rails, smoking in the db toilets, scaring a teenage girl and a guy from the reise zentrum by telling him that we are deeply in love with lena meyer and that it all started when she looked at us through the tv tube with a sexual gaze, and that she does not respond to our letters, and that we would like to jump in front of a train because of that, and that we were wondering what is the best gleis to jump in order not to cause any major schedule disturbance for db, lastly, laughing over it with the guy. we arrived in bremen dead.

afterwards i became all too nostalgic... but i have a reason for that. sir antonio would not be at jacobs anymore. we improvised a  party, changed sweaters as a token of our borderless love for each other, kissed and cried, invited mariya from the first floor of c3 or finland in order not to feel that we had another sausage party and then i went home with this in my headphones.

holidays were as usual. you always plan to do a lot of interesting things that you had in mind when there was no time for anything but duty, but then you suddenly fall in love with other people or things or trifles. however, we have listened to a lot of gogol bordello(because it reminded us of ourselves), tom waits would sometimes make it rain or tempt us to acquire that bourbon voice, go through the funnel of love with anybody that would debate mussolini vs stalin, sang, drawn and were lucky to read  milo manara comics, spend the new year with some awesome 'n' very ecology-driven romanians, watched the pied piper of hutzovina, some good old movies, but were disappointed by depp's or cassel/portman's last performance, worried about holiday assignments, enjoyed the fuck you very much blog, fell in love for the third time with mars volta, omar rodriguez and john frusciante, re-joined a band(be it in bremen or cologne) and started studying/looking for a job.

as for the show... we will do it. hooray! sergio and his accordion will join us on a permanent basis. the date of the first show is to be announced.

looking forward to be back...

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