One of the major keys into success is in our books, matey! Not only
those who replaced my guitar teachers!
Now there!
One of the boys who never know when to stop...
Eerm, yes, for all those who pity the Balkanization wave. I was there too!
Long, long before I started listening to Genesis I was trying to become as formularic as everybody else. Sadly I failed.
Maybe swallowing bricks wasn't such a good idea after all. And I didn't feel all too coherent in my head...
Right there and then I concentrated in massively disturbing the air for my classmates. I'd lost my volume knob, so this defect guides me to this day...
Not that anybody was impressed or something, I just carried on and began to gain interest for my actual heroes...
That's not the end of the story, is it?
Kinks and Queen
A huge male fan of mine (whose name I choose not to mention) once gave
me that book along with a pink pair of hotpants!!
I slowly began to realize what was the whole Queen thingwas actually
about!
That Jim guy made me avoid the Frankfurt-Rainbow-district forever! How
about some bedroom discrecy, boys?!
The same day I swapped all my Pet Shop Boys records too...
Angst in my pants
...indeed!
"I hope it doesn't show, it'll go away
It's just a passing phase, it'll go away..."
- that was my favourite song of that period.
You gotta admit, the man had at least some taste! Following the right
paths had always been one of the most vital approach for bands like Garbage
and stuff. That was in the days when Die Happy appeared to be among my
favourite bands...
Around the time when Take That split up, I was disgusted to hear that Barry wouldn't come to town anymore. To make matters worse I clung to Freud once again, this time with disastrous consequences...
What the hell did happen next?
The damages from Freuds books were just about to have no end... I had
these incredible hallucinations. They were so strong that some of my friends
saw them too!
Before I'd stick to a therapy, I decided to drink mineral water only,
though I'm not really sure whether that helped. The Big Boy concept was
seriously threatened by that time. Scary shit!
That one just got me very angry. And agressive. Set me in a mood of brutality and rage... I regularly ended up damaging my room, throwing all kinds of things around, everytime something unearthly was told. Nevertheless I managed to regain my togetherness within three pages. The rest was bloodshed, as I told you already.
Becoming a TV-intellectual of sorts, I considered all the Manowar phrases as simply not clever enough for my actual style. New philosophies poured down the bookstore right behind my house. That one upset me. It was dirty, selfish and untrue of all things. Of all things untrue...
Aha, that was cool too. Next please!
The few friends that I had were always baffled by the Bulgarian stabs that sounded eerily like latin phrases. From there, I discovered a new source of secrets. Learning more words normally means becoming even dumber because you basically bounce around with the same mass of brain...just more words! A guy called Friedrich made me aware that this book was in the trashcan. I saved three copies, one of which I desire to give to Kevin Costner some day.
Truely cool, momma! Bitte umblättern!
Whomp that sucker!
Sheer insanity poured from the feathery tongue of that ego-drenched
woman-hater. But it made me a little more eccentric, that's why I chose
to study philosophy then. Much to my dismay however, I discovered that
every second third-rate, self-taught, would-be-musician has once got across
Nietsche. I knew it was the wrong place to end up at.
Okay, I've bored you long enough
now, on to the next one!
The Bulgarian
Stallion is born!
Everybody who knows me for the last 25 or so yearswill tell you what
my life is like: like this, like that! The ultimate discovery of my life
was guided with just a handful of anabolica, but the desired effect came
virtually from itself, concerning the brawns.
On another website with the same picture I wrote: "My life is devided
in two parts: before and after this book!" Which is just as true.
Good news at last, but even better's
to come!
I wear them also at
night...
Heeeeyyyy! Look at that, heh? Don't I look exactly like Billy?
Once having heard "Honesty" I decided, this has to be the new direction
altogether. Indeed, most people are not honest. Not to me, not even to
themselves. They think I don't notice that. But I do! And I don't need
no frigging Freud for that or some other book from Hugendubel. I put on
my sunglasses. Which are from Greece by the way.
Looks satisfying. Not bad! Next!
So long, friends. I hope you finally realized how crucial books are these days. In the 21st century! You may wholeheartedly trust me, because everyone else will tell you: you're just another page on the wall...
And be optimistic for chrissake! Do not cross my heart and hope
to die, please!
Bring the boys back home...ah, I'm really looking forward to see Roger
Waters soon!
Ciao,