Saturday

February 6th

Feels a bit like the count down is on.  Sorted almost all the old from the new, the valuables from the rubbish and find it incredibly difficult to decide on what to take and what not. They will charge me for more luggage than I already paid for. But it is rather tricky to fit a whole life into a single suitcase. Probably need to take an extra bag. (not that it would make a big difference to the volume of my actual life).

Look there is 6 years of it.

All nicely titled an illustrated.

Who ever thinks words can weigh so much, well they do and so I will have to leave them….Have to find new ones anyway.

I will mostly miss my books and journals.

And after trying to transfer at least most of my older music libraries last night in order to take them with me (there is good things to living in digital times), nevertheless I figured I feel really sorry for future generations.

Having to grow up without all this brilliant music and legendary musicians.  All those epic voices, those moving songs, the lived out and thought through lines that were able to speak of and apply to real emotions. Real life, real beats, melodies and messages…all this energy and the fun and positivity it creted seems so lost.

Like the only movement music recently provokes in me is that I want to jump at switching the radio off after I just turned it on.

Seriously I can not remember when it was exactly that I heard a song on the radio that really did something to me or provoked something  other than the just mentioned reaction.

Like everybody is just babbling around the pit. All those voices sound like their choking or somebody seems to pinch the singers nose . Well nobody really seems to have anything to say in the 1^st place.

Live stories being replaced by an annoying show off of bum and bags, bouncing around for bugs (and of course those one can not hear on the radio). Well they deserve buckets in my opinion. Exposing so pretty much everything but what used to be described with soul, real emotion or if it was only a simple story told by a great voice or the other way round.

Contrary to the rest of the world (thinking about the countless contestants to this ridiculous x-factor-rubbish that is going on in all counties) I personally really do not think I  have a great singing voice. But I definitely know a great song when I hear one….and really I have not heard a lot of them at all in recent years.

So it seems I will have to stick to my70ies, 80ies and “early”90ies playlists. What a shame… Really “good real” music is as I have figured one of the very few things that keeps me going. Maybe I am just spoiled by the privilege to have been growing up in an era where there was hardly any bad music, just great songwriting and brilliant voices sounding so clear and real or so charismatically different not wanting to listen to them was just not possible. And they were popping out of nowhere continuously.