Dear Party Kasbohm stallion.
When I was 15, I saw in the Eilenriedehalle in Hanover, the second rock concert of my life: Udo Lindenberg. At that time the king of the egg liqueur was still a cool dog (before he was almost back to it recently) and who in my school something was up, Udo heard and hardly anything else. In any case, at that time the hall was so jam-packed that it was made 20 minutes before the lights went out at all, could stand in the legs detach from the ground without slip an inch down. At that time I thought it was somewhat fun and exciting.
came 26 years later, I pretty well in the interior of the Alster Sporthalle to, there to see Oasis and listen. Somewhat bad and clueless I stood two feet away on the stage and found myself just before the start of the concert back in the same world of experience that I had shared with the Lindenberg fans. However, I was not surrounded by screaming girls and supporters of Manchester City, who all anyway a little dangerous and shameless act on me. I thought the first song yet to some extent, and let me then from the crowd like toothpaste from a tube to the edge of the action squeeze, where I was indeed poured even one or two beers in my jacket collar, but halfway between dance calls for Pogo unmolested remained. That evening In January 2009, when I slowly felt a little too old for concerts in the front row, I now fell back on when I saw the pictures of the Love Parade.
Now I can to the actual purpose and motivation of the visitors do not say much. This kind of, well, "music" and the accompanying culture have never opened up to me. I swallow pills and just when the doctor prescribes me and keep me otherwise with red wine to the craftsmen in the drug. The rave movement was probably, next to the wrong sound and the wrong drugs, never anything for me, because I Avoiding mass gatherings like. In the likely next year's, last tour of the Rolling Stones I'll probably have to break with this project, but the audience is aged in accordance with the band and it is usually fairly mannered to the point. At the Love Parade is certainly something different, the ecstasy and the noise are the main program and since then arises how such a panic as the last week, I can understand to some extent. In a large, dangerous, cramped crowd, it is extremely difficult to remain calm. Not to spin and yield to the impulse to flee (if a flight is also impossible), requires almost Yogi qualities. Now it is, many Thoughts on this tragedy, the reasons and make possible culprits. Eva Herman has done . Eva Herman, Kasbohm? Do you remember? "Highway is not"? Actually found in my own personal media no longer take place, but suddenly, by an interesting discussion on the facebook profile of a colleague of the writers guild hopped Mrs. H. as a blond jack-in from the fabled wooden box.
Thank God we live in a country of free speech. And one can also imagine what it reasonably, when publish as a former well-respected television journalist suddenly unloved on Dussel sites on the Internet must be in that reads no bad one. But what has the woman done wrong this year H. publishing, but surprised me very much. Even the headline and the biblical analogy, one gets the suspicion that the blame for Mrs. H. has been cleared and that the sentence is only fair for it. If you then really too much time and reads on, one will not escape the feeling that Mrs. H's death is now used by 21 people, just as a welcome opportunity to blow their ossified moral values into the net. The fact that people uninhibited tear the clothes from his body and high on drugs copulate a kind of music that disturbs Mrs. H. apparently so powerful that they enormously in their sociological enlightenment story with a dash of poison verhebt moralizing. Of course it is easier to do with the superficial opinion making the event as the profound tragedy to illuminate. Bad only if such a thing then such a cynical, bitter, inhumane and therefore is one-dimensional. "The 68ers have done a great job." Tells us Mrs. H. Well. With her were probably the fifties, who have somehow obscured their path. But what I reg for me. Today's media offering has achieved something very good: while everyone may have to be still not hurt anything. And caught the complete irrelevance to us all, everyone sooner or later. In the case of Eva H. I very much hope on the first.
But Speaking of 68s and younger generations: Coming soon we'll talk then again on the new residents of manor house Beautiful view. But I was just as important now as it was a few weeks ago.
Love, Peace & Understanding!
your VDL
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