Dear abstainers Kasbohm!
Huey, Dewey and Louie, "Three Men in a Boat," Queen without Freddy Mercury: All good things come in threes so, even when the in this case this does not smooth like slide down the throat. Three times now because of me you may guess, but you're a smart trades and get on it immediately: Of course we are so cozy conversation situate kolkhoz not intended as a place of inner self-contemplation, but as a cultivated conversation. And now lined my stupid posts you completely each other without interruption, forcing four of our readers three times already endured one the same author. In complete desperation I've even already considered to act as your spirit writer and me to talk of Kazakh cuisine, but it seemed too dishonest. One must not cheat his audience. We're not Britney Spears.
is now done during our long summer break a lot. Congestion issues, so to speak. Mon Cheri for example, is back! The leaves are falling incessantly from the trees (presumably swine flu - I know because relationships). In the Opel canteen there are still Donuts. Merkel ruled as a junior partner of the FDP. Or at least trying every effort to look Sun Astray. You would not believe what can happen in two months so all. And of course, knows even less about what to discuss first. It is best to always drives with the most important issues. So those that concern the people and really touching, in this uncertain time of crisis, pandemic and decay. So. I have seen last Friday THE FLAMING LIPS.
How to You in the scurrying mentioned could I last weekend, the Rolling WEEKENDER STONE attend the white beach houses along the lovely Baltic rival for many famous bands and solo artists and as goofy applaud. KETTCAR opened the dance. The walk just me usually quite fast on the brush, because the singer sings as if he were reading from furniture catalogs. Meter as a phone book. And to then boarded the guitars. So far, each of which is the latest album after the fourth piece flew at me from the bay. BUT! Rearranged the songs, brought a string quartet, draped chandeliers on the floor: The fix was right effect. The latest on "jetties out" I was so moved that I have the cameras that the weekend for a "Rockpalast" series Film banished to avoid, had to. As always, I was exalted in the first row and the television nation would then soon be asked whether the man over there something hurts. Famos! Only the cheap suits ... but however do not be petty. A memory in my short but very funny interlude gave THE SOUNDTRACK OF OUR LIVES from Sweden. A cross between Joe Cocker and a brown bear in the caftan as a lead singer and guitarist, who arrived via time machine from 1974 flew directly to us in the game. True to style, with skinny trousers and Kawasaki beard. Also, I always thought that only with the Scorpions a Flying-V is played. In any event, the neatly carved on the gong. Full throttle, reef reef, no mercy. Very loud, very entertaining. I needed a break. I got myself in the reading of Heinz Strunk, the really brutal funny passages from his book "Stain Devil" was the best. I hear you already, Kasbohm: that of all I like this faecal and fart humor, you knew, right? But there I go sometimes nonchalantly get over it.
From the editor, I only saw the end and usher me right after the last rumble of the chord of the British girl 'is close to the stage, as the headliner of Friday were on the agenda . Now I have to add explanatory, I last Friday had only one album the Flaming Lips' At War With The Mystics ". (Hervorragend!) I also knew from stories and magazines, that this force is accustomed to hosting a rather exalted stage show. But just the sound check was inclined than anything I've ever seen. Within five minutes the stage was full Rammel. And stuck solely with (mostly amateurish) orange and painted equipment. Except for a Fender Jazz bass and two (equipped with cell phones and bicycle bells) guitars had actually kept everything in the apparent color of the house Lips. Both unusual and pleasantly far from any airs and graces: Lips Wayne Coyne entered impresario with the roadies bustling about the stage, around and between the amplifiers, monitored the bills roll the video wall and chatted with the audience excited. A steady droning guitar monitor prevented a timely start and with 10 minutes delay off we went. This contemporary, the Flaming Lips will see in the next time (I hope very much to a few concerts in Germany next year) all the fun is taken in silence I made here about individual program points. Somewhat insiders are allowed to set the hook head now: Wayne Coyne on the Space Ball + + confetti cannons, with which one can decide wars + + Rauch (Smoke) + + balloons (MANY balloons) + + + + Polar bear gorilla + +. Overall, an event, like being on LSD in the Ikea-ball pool. A crazy parallel universe, is celebrated in the round-the-Clock children's birthday party. It took until just after the opener "Race for the Price" before I even the last corner of my musical soul had completely overwritten the Flaming Lips. So far I have set no 20 beeping that I once more with 41 years Just Shoot Party Bears mutate and moronic grinning in a tent on the Baltic Sea beach through knee-deep floods confetti-hop, as if I was given electric shocks. Was Sun What have I to all readers, and indeed the whole of humanity even at this point, the Flaming Lips all warm would like to try. First, dealing in her oeuvre to date with the important things in life: love, death, oversized rabbit. Second, they are from Oklahoma City, where it comes from my knowledge, nobody else. Third, Wayne Coyne extremely tasteful suits and makes no bones about the fact that he is a horrible singer. And fourth, albums and songs heard on the Lips name as "Guy who got a headache and accidentally saves the world" or "UFOs at the Zoo." I could now enumerate twenty other reasons, but rather refer to a set of Jürgen Ziemer (Rolling Stone): "Only a very great artists are capable of such madness."
War else? Oh yes! Saturday. Wilco were great. Musically, probably the best band in the world.
was even more beautiful to me but then the Monday. Also for my top seller. I bought seven albums and a DVD of the Lips. I had more on the docket, but that was all that was in the compartment. The rest is ordered. By the way I draw my recently expressed statement back with this: The new work "Embryonic" is actually quite awful. But perhaps I am missing and only the right drugs for it. Yesterday I still had to resist the strong urge to book me a flight to Oklahoma City. The Lips play there for the New Year and Pink Floyd's interpretation of "The Dark Side Of The Moon" is new. A hard waiver. Therefore expect, indeed I SPECIFICALLY REQUIRES your current Hasenschaukelauflegeabend FL least three pieces. Relieve my pain with your "Free Radicals", "Fight Test" and perhaps "Jesus shootin 'heroin. (And if you'd prefer?. How about "Aquarius sabotage" from the new album but then you end up probably in the MOPO DJ Club Visitors driven to madness arrested "!) The ball is yours, Kasbohm. Just as here in our cozy home stadium.
If it's for me then again soon "after you" is, but it's really not even about music, but actually for a change to something important. Clothes. Put on warm, Kasbohm.
fresh inflamed, spinning through the universe,
your VDL
