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Thursday, July 14, 2005

 
Trying to bottle a stream.

There is no stop in a process like writing stuff. You can try. You can sit down and say things like "I'll take a break" or "I'm on holyday, dammit!". Doesn't matter.

The current album is not even fully recorded, we're still playing the old one when on stage, but my mind is way ahead. And writing new songs. Four up to now.

My songs are mostly music, I could never do the "lyrics first" trick. Weaving a song around some definite content doesn't work for me, I find it very limiting. Instead I wait for the music to come along, pleading occasionally, freely associating. At some point the song just... happens. I make up some lines, "fake lyrics", so I won't forget the melody. I give it a working title, which often ends up as the real title. The new ones are called Hateworld and Nihilism. Apparently I'm in a sort of one-word-title phase right now.

They're pretty good, I think, maybe my best work until now. They're very concrete, focused, they're songs on a mission! And they just keep coming.

(At the same time I'm always scared of running out of songs. Which is both, silly and serious. I guess it's part of the show.)

They are closer to me than my old stuff. Much closer. It gives them an emotional charge and leaves me a little fragile. Hey, who can tell the difference anyway? It will be interesting to put it on a new record. And see what happens.
 


Tuesday, July 12, 2005

 
A google of everything.

Amazed and disbelieving I sit in front of Google Earth, very much like a child who has just been handed a whole planet to play with. The illusion is far from perfect, but what an illusion it is. Of course, the first thing I did was look for my house. And see, I found it. Very, very easy to find. Don't forget to tilt a little, or a little more, and suddenly it's like surfing the clouds, on towards the horizon. (Only that it seems even more childish now, thinking that there is such a thing as a horizon.)

In the paper I read that some of the pictures are more than 3 years old. The Munich Allianz Stadium has not been completed yet in this world. But hell, who are we to prove Google wrong.