Back Off, Boogaloo

Recently, I’ve realized that I have been living a lie.
Or at least, that I’ve been telling people some really serious BS.
But I have an excuse: I believed it myself.
I‘ve always been convinced that I could not do anything without listening to music contemporarily. Now, this might’ve been true when I as a little girl in [...]

The Circle Game

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return we can only look behind from where we came
And go round and round and round in the circle again*
Joni Mitchell, The Circle Game

I don’t know if time’s coming [...]

Help!

“When I was younger, so much younger than today, I never needed anybody’s help in any way”

- Help, The Beatles

It dawned upon me the other day that I am at an age where people tend to consider you an adult.
And as such, they expect you to make conscious, [...]

Roman Gods

There are times, when a single moment seems to have the possibility of becoming historical, but then something happens, even a seemingly futile thing, and that moment is reduced to being nothing but part of a normal day; a banal Sunday afternoon, for example. There are moments in which someone everybody had already stopped believing [...]

Precious Things

“I wanna smash the faces, of those beautiful boys, those Christian boys, so you can make me cum, that doesn’t make you Jesus”
- Precious Things, Tori Amos

I don’t know if I’m growing old and bored with everything or if it’s just a phase I’m in, but I just don’t care about [...]

Dirty Boulevards

This is a period during which I’m not very interested in the world that surrounds me. Call it loathing, disenchantment, boredom or disgust: as you prefer, but at the moment, I think more about myself than about the world. It’s obvious that my choice of music is affected by this, [...]

Love Gone Wrong Records #1

After spending many a night and day listening to Antony and The Johnsons’ “I’m A Bird Now”; crying from despair and clutching my pillow in search of comfort, all due to love gone wrong, I can’t but say that it is the most perfect company when all seems lost and without sense.