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Feb. 10th, 2013 | 10:21 pm
location: Erlangen - Germany
mood: weirdweird
music: Klick Klack - 1919

ok this is a weird one: four of us looking up the local pub listed on googlemaps in an unkown township somewhere in Louisiana. The closest pub appearing was rated excellent with some remarks like: Drinks are cheap! Nice Staff! When we entered they charged five bucks from everyone because of a "show" this evening. So when we entered there were only four other guests in this place: a young couple chatting in sign language and two mid aged women with "stranged" crown-shaped hats. The bartender was kind, introduced the local beer to us and we felt comfortable at the counter. Soon the location got filled up with other guests and when I turned from the chat with my friends to the bar I asked my self: mhmm, this women over there.. ain't huh? And then I noticed another transvestite and two baldheaded bearded men entangled in a hug kissing each other. In this moment the massive grey-beard on my left might have noticed the astonishment in my face, when he turned to me and asked me with a growling baritone voice: "you know, you are in a gay bar. Don't cha?". This moment was so bizzare that the first thing coming to my mind was I asking him if we were disturbing this community with our straighness and this humle remark turned him friendly and we clinked our glasses and started one of those nonsense-bar-counter-conversations which do not mean anything in particular because half of the words got sucked up by the sound of the busty half-naked transvestites performing in a mariah carrie playback impersonation on the stage (this by the way was the 5 dollar show charge) sourounded by a cheering gay crowd throwing dollar bills at them. Guy's name was Ted, retired butcher who had his asian-looking boyfriend on his side looking at me in a mix of suspiciousness and sexual desire. Ted introduced me to a bunch of other people ("this german is sooo sweet!") I clinked glasses with and we watched the show. The more beer we drank the more comfortalbe everybody became and in one occasion someone sneaked his arm around my shoulder and later on the asian-looking guy groped my dick! I looked at him like "what the fuck!" and he was like: "uh sorry I'm sooo sorry my hand just did this on its own!". So this is how it feels being a piece of cock meat. I turned to my friends: "This crazy little guy grabbed my dick! Time to move out!" We warmly disbanded from our gay friends and I recieved many hugs and kisses. So after all a nice bunch of people despite the unidirected sense of desirebility.

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Jan. 28th, 2010 | 11:27 pm
location: West Germany
mood: blankblank
music: Die Form - Neo Futura 2

Today I attended the funeral of a friend whom I knew for 15 years now. For this guy the term "friend" might not match. In the past I often pondered if we are friends or just people sharing the same interests. Spending time together with other descendants of the same alien race of weirdos.
He did not understand the concept of "giving and taking" in the first place. He was the guy taking everything under the cloak of "borrowing" skipping the returning part of this transaction.
It took several years for him to become a quite fair character. I think life taught him a lesson back in the day. We never knew his birthday, his age, his relatives or how he earns money. A complete myestery and we never dared to ask.
I never saw him laughing, but sometimes the shadow of an amused smirk became visibile for a split second. He worked as a bouncer for 5 years and I think he must have been born with this reserved bouncer authority. He was not the guy to negotiate with.
All in all he was hell of an emotionless cynic. You can not like such a guy nor can you call him a friend but we did.
Now he is gone into the unaproachable void or an even more remote place of this expanding universe. Maybe he is now preparing to subjugate the barbarian hordes on Pluto. A glimpse of an amused smirk seen only by his enemies in the moment of their defeat.
Rest well old friend. You ruled it.

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Jan. 7th, 2008 | 08:34 pm
location: Nuremberg
mood: contemplativecontemplative
music: Gravenhurst - Animals

... went to a nice party on saturday... I was in a contemplating mood. Drank some beer, slightly nodding my head to some nice tunes ... I pondered a lot that night, talked nonsense to some friends, drank more beer. Talked to a pretty girl, talked about dreams... said that we life as we dream, alone somehow... said it is important not to forget the dreams of our childhood, not to stop wondering, to notice the little wonders which fascinated us once... and now they seem so trivial... said that life is flying away faster than any old summer vacation did in the past... talked about rain, rain drops, rain crying at my girlfriend's grave and me crying with him... said every good time has an end... said being sad is degrading to the loveliness we felt once... and we should be thankful instead... and that every sentence ends with a dot and this dot is also the separator to a new sentence and every new sentence starts with a big letter... said everything should start with best effort and we are only partly involved when we fail... said that life always goes it's own irritating trail and there are too many factors we can not consider... Talked about the sunrise, about the first seconds when that tiny red glow appears... and the sky smiles softly... and the warm sun rays shine in our hearts and stay there... fading very slowly... said that we can preserve these rays and keep them for the cold winter nights and rejoice at them again... and that I sometimes stop and take a picture with my mobile no matter how late I am... a bad habit... showed her some of those pictures... with the sun blinking behind little red clouds over a big red sea... said that the sea blushed and became red because the naughty sun startled it... glanced at her for a long moment... blushed myself and then she kissed me...

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Not that severe indeed!

Nov. 9th, 2007 | 11:44 pm
location: Nuremberg
mood: nerdynerdy
music: Johnny Cash - The Caretaker

just found links to some concerts I've been to:


400 people in the old Cantina in Augsburg US Armee Facilities. One of the most obscure, sullen events I ever attended. People asked me: Holy crap, do you like that stuff?
In fact I can't say I like it or even listen to such crap at home (currently I'm listening to "The Essentials" by Johnny Cash ;-). It is like a good horror movie, your're fascinated by the pure wall of negative, obscure and irritating impressions. For me it is just creepy, no haunted house or horror movie can make me shiver like that.

Here a piece from the most recent concert in antwerp, where I've been as well. Not that creepy as Augsburg, but ok:


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Wacken Open Air

Aug. 15th, 2007 | 01:04 am
location: Dortmund
mood: weirdweird
music: Laibach - Geburt einer Nation

I was there in the press camp with all these semi-important music business guys. I learnt they "invest" their backstage time to get to know even more semi-important people. So they developed a who-is-who-based language. They allways have to refer on names in every sentence. You can't chat there without a deep knowledge of _all_ band member names. Next time I'll practice that and deepen my fake identity. Gossip of the day was Peter Steele leaving tour bus headfirst puking on the ground.

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what vile evil is lurking in these rocks?

Jul. 2nd, 2007 | 09:58 pm
mood: chipperchipper
music: Ikon - Fall Apart

ah ;-) finally some time to contemplate about my days in detmold.
The hippie event was muddy and rainy as every year, and we were forced to open the emergency box early in the evening.
This was indubitably the moment when my body became devoid of awareness and I remember some drum playing and dancing and me burning my arms and hands trying to stop a BBQ grill from collapsing...
Err... what next... I awoke in a puddle of ... water (Phew!).
Lo and behold! A bunch of hippies was squatting our tarp covered refuge (only dry place in the area). We displaced most of them except the ones who provided coffee and other gifts. These new shoddy friends, asked if we were among the protesters in Heiligendamm, we responded that we took that into account, but we were not going to claim attention with a tattered hippie-outfit, waving a peace-flag and a banner reading "the world can't wait". We would rather do it in nice suits waving a letter which was signed by at least two economists and a lawyer. This would be more promising to be taken seriously.
Despite some minor cultural differences we all agreed that beer is the origin and the solution of all our problems and spent the following days indulging in intellectual escapism.

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Externsteine Summer Solstice Preperations

Jun. 17th, 2007 | 01:03 pm
mood: excitedexcited
music: Alien Skull Paint - Fly with me

Now for it! Our annual expedition to this very unholy rocks in Detmold starts in three days.

This bunch of four fearless maniacs is going on this trip the sixth time this year, so there wont be any surprises. All we need is
  • two crates of beer
  • a 5 euro barbecue grill with coal
  • some sausages
  • some highly inflammable dangerous liquid
  • "the emergency box"
In fact we do not really need the coal, we will burn everything we find in the woods (this includes some unlucky summer solstice hippy druids).
To be honest, I hate preparations. Preparations are generally overrated. If you prepare yourself for rain and it does not rain, all preparations are wasted! Where is the fun? Struggling with drugged up hippies, demonic rangers and our campfire is not challenging enough. When you are unprepared easy things become difficult and difficult things become nearly impossible. Problems will be solved when they occur and in the end we will prevail!
And in case of emergency we will open the emergency box which contains two bottles of whisky. This normally solves all problems.

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some late entry

Jun. 16th, 2007 | 03:55 am
mood: thoughtfulthoughtful
music: MS Gentur - Physis

mhmmm, let's sum up this week: work, work, work. Learned a lot but only technical stuff. honestly, who cares about motorola srecords?

Most weird action was the rock classics party last sunday evening. The people were at least 40 but still wearing their 1990 washed-out -unkown-bands-name- tour t-shirts. I wonder if I'm one of them in 17 years, still wearing my rammstein tour 2004 t-shirt.

At least something I just found: Don Hertzfeldt is a genius!

Fluffy Thing #2: [wearing 3D-glasses, poking Fluffy Thing #1] "It's like I can touch you!"

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just getting into lj

Jan. 5th, 2007 | 05:08 pm
location: home1
mood: sleepysleepy
music: FSOL - Tired

just started to play around with this LJ page. piss-up this evening. goff club afterwards. let's see.

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