It is true. I woke up the 2nd of January with lots of good resolutions to keep in 2016. But I decided long time ago that New Year’s Resolutions are to be started with in February. January is already hard, crappy and grey as it is. And I got back up from on old magazine I found at home. Throwing things away is one of my resolutions btw.
As it says, January sucks. This is a fact. Why would we chose this horrible month to cut out the things we love? And feel even more miserable. That doesn’t make any sense at all. That is why I start with my New Year’s Resolutions in Feburary. Ish.
Es stimmt. Ich bin am 2. Januar aufgewacht und hatte sehr viele Neujahrsvorsätze, die ich wahrmachen will. Aber ich habe schon vor langem beschlossen mit meinen Vorsätzen bis Februar zu warten. Januar ist schon so grau, traurig und doof. Und ich werde hierbei sogar von einem Artikel unterstützt, den ich in einer alten Zeitschrift gefunden habe. Aufräumen und Sachen wegschmeißen gehört auch zu meinen Vorsätzen.
Es ist nun mal faktisch bewiesen, dass Januar doof ist. Ist nun mal so. Warum sollten wir uns dann gerade diesen Monat aussuchen, um auf all das zu verzichten was uns gefällt. Das macht überhaupt keinen Sinn. Und das ist auch der Grund warum ich mit meinen Neujahrsvorsätzen erst im Februar anfange. Irgendwann im Februar.
My all time favourite singer Janis Joplin was born today 19th of January in the year 1943. Member of the 27 club (musicians who died at the age of 27, among them Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morisson, Brian Jones, Kurt Cobain or more recently Amy Winehouse) she was long dead when I heard first heard her sing. It was an evening after summer, I had heard Angel by the Rolling Stones somewhere and was browsing through my parents vinyl collection looking for that one Rolling Stones I remembered seeing before. While going through all the vinyls I found Pearl by Janis Joplin. I had heard about her and was delighted to see such a colourful person. Expectantly I placed the vinyl on the record player, put the needle on the record and made myself comfortable on the armchair waiting. I can still feel and hear the scratches of the needle when suddenly this torrent of voice and feelings fell upon me. I sat there being amazed by the emotions that women was transmitting. I listened carefully to the whole record that night. From then on I would often sit in my room, listening to Pearl (I got the record player when my parents refurnished the living room) while dwelling on all the heart aches and weltschmerz I was feeling. Not to forget the incense sticks, the posters on the wall, the candles, the diary… Thank you for bringing me trough my teen age years. They wouldn’t have been the same without you.
Seems like winter is back here and is gonna stay. Time to cuddle with my hot water bottles. They are soft, cozy, cute and – most importantly – warm. They might seem big to you but are actually less than en Ell. Or an ell without the hand. And a child’s ell.
Sieht so aus als wäre der Winter zurückgekommen, um zu bleiben. Zeit mit meinen Wärmeflaschen zu kuscheln. Die sind weich, kuschelig, gemütlich und – am wichtigsten – warm. Auf dem Bild sehen sie ziemlich groß aus. In Wirklichkeit sind die kürzer als eine Elle. Oder eine Elle ohne Hand. Und von einem Kind.
Today I said my goodbye to David Bowie. I went to leave a pink flower and drink a beer while listening to my favourite songs in Hauptstrasse 155, where he lived from 1976 – 1978. A sea of flowers, candles, pictures and bottles is laid in front of the house. Someone even changed the name of Hauptstraße to David-Bowie Straße. There is even an official petition to change the name of the street. You can sign it here.
Heute habe ich mich von David Bowie verabschiedet. In der Hauptstraße 155 habe ich eine Blume hingelegt, ein Bier getrunken und dabei meine Lieblingslieder von Bowie gehört. Er hatte von 1976 bis 1978 hier in der Straße gewohnt. Jemand hat schon das Straßenschild in David-Bowie Straße geändert. Damit das auch offiziell passiert, könnt Ihr hier die Petition unterschreiben.
You know this very moment when you wake up, but are not completely awake yet, and for a couple of seconds the world seems OK, and then a feeling falls heavy on your head and in your heart, and after a moment of not knowing where this feeling is coming from, you remember, you realize, the world today is not OK, and you wish you could go back to those few seconds you felt safe. Well, that’s how I felt this morning when I woke up and remembered that David Bowie had died.
I believe David Bowie is the one musician that has been in my life for the longest time. Starting with the very scary Labyrinth, which I watched for the first time while at our godparents place when we were wee children, but which I was only able to watch and thoroughly enjoy two years ago in Berlin. Now I know that it is actually a funny and sweet film but back then I was scared to death by the handmade puppets and that freaky man who wanted to take the children.
A couple of years later our parents forced us to watch with them Christiane F , a classic tale of the drug scene in Berlin showed to German teenagers as scary tale of drug abuse. And man were we scared. But impressed with the music. So we waited for the next opportunity where our parents left the house and rewatched the whole film. Official version was we wanted to really get the agony. Truth was we wanted to listen again to all those songs. Specially the one where they run around the commercial center. I somehow always thought it was a tube hall, but no, it is actually the Europa Center. The song while they are running and climbing on top of the building is Heroes. Back then there was no internet, we didn’t have a CD player let alone an older sibling to provide us with music. So we really had to watch it on VHS.
The following years – I have to admit – I had very long cheating phases with other favourite singers (GN’R, REM, Lenny Kravitz) but somehow I always came back to Bowie. And since moving to Berlin four years ago he had become a constant part in my life; by discovering new and old songs, going to the exhibition about him at Martin Groupius Bau or simply by living in the same neighbourhood as he did. One of my favourite hang outs is the Slumberland at Winterfeltplatz, the same place where the first Dschungel was located.
I am not going to talk about his music, or the thousand ways he reinvented himself, or the inspiration he was for so many people. For me he was always there. Somehow he was always there. And I know he will always be.
May the stars shine bright for you where ever you are. I believe you when you say it won’t be boring.