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yesterday was quite shocking
i still havent really recovered

while i was walking my dog
picking up his shit
i listened to the album
PURPLE RAIN
by
PRINCE
for the first time in my life



oh my god
jesus christ
and mother mary

my life has become PRUPLE

i walked the dog for 2 hours
repeatedly listening to the album

i went straight to the video store
after i fed my dog
and watched the movie
which is total crap
but who cares!
hell yeah!

i know im late
25 years late

but sometimes it takes time
to keep up with the past

I WOULD DIE FOR YOU!

yesterday i was at the museum of modern art
the exhibition was called

it deals with the mystification of art and the artist
an overview of "meta-art" since Marcel Duchamp

divided into categories like authorship, originality and identity
you walk along art standing beside art
an intellectually kinky and depressive road

i was born in 1985
the first exhibition i was contaminated with
must have been post-duchamp
or at least post-malewitsch

and ever since i can remember
art was never art for me

you cant just walk into a gallery
and let the aesthetics shower over you
leaving with a feeling of warmth or despair

nooooooooooooo
you need thick horn rimmed glasses
through which you have read thousands of books
and a tongue that can taste the year of a chateau whatever
you drink during a wild discussion over colors in shades

art was always a brain fuck
for a brain that i dont have
and for a fuck i dont have the instructions to

so i gave up
after desperately trying to decipher
fucks as brains fucks

(sorry gustave!)

it was a good exhibition
well curated
no doubt about that

but for how long do we have to celebrate the
"death of art"?
im tired

hi

i dont read much of novels
they bore me

what i like to read are philosophical books

now, i admit that most of the time
i dont get a thing
and i cannot deny that those books are lined up on my shelf next to fashion magazines to construct a little more intellectual general picture of the person that i am...

but i enjoy reading sartre, levinas and kierkegaard
its fun in a really sexy way

i have to say that philosophy is a masculine discipline

when we think of female and male strengths
numbers are assigned to men and words to women
but philosophy acts on words with the most rational and logical take
sometimes even dryer than you could ever get with numbers

and thats the most pretentious twists

those guys are mostly pretty romantic guys
and they have a gut feeling
convinced of something they wanna shout out loud
and its something corny like
"my life is mine to make"
or
"love is the most important thing"

but they can't allow themselves to just spit it out
no
they need to prove that which cant be proved

so they start writing books
define, correct, deduct and translate feelings into facts
using words in equations
and what they have written stays true
until someone else comes a long and proves them wrong

and reading those lines
that hide their passion in the utmost correct and logical language
is a feast
i sense a common stubbornness
a common urge to set oneself off
a common youthfulness towards life
that makes them so tangible and fragile

i look up to them with great respect
i wouldn't be here without descartes and kant
no doubt about that
but as soon as you look at them as men
you start to discover the flaws in them
through their flawless pieces of writing

artists who digest their past experiences through a sculpture
writers who write a novel based on their own life
it seems like they put their lives out there
share themselves with the world
but most of them dont go as far as philosophers

philosophy seems abstract
but in a way its like reading their diaries
every turn and every argument reveals how they think
who they wanna be
what they wanna change

its very much like dating someone
someone you know everything about
but you can never have

cliches are beautiful

some people hate them
i don't

they are symbols

choked upon a million times
they have become digestible
washed a million times
they have become waterproof
traded a million times
they have become free
spit on a million times
they have become true

now we are talking about the kind of cliches
that evolved over time
throughout history
no one gave birth to them

cliches of ethnicity, religion, social affiliation and so on....

but some people have the power and the vision
to be the parent of a cliche
they create, live and spread this symbol
within their lifetime

and that's where i wanna get to
eventually
be my own cliche

invent and be a whole new set of
colors, shapes, words, moods and values
that form a new take on a human being

and the language i have chosen to express this cliche
is one of the most striking and most accessible ones
fashion

this is supposed to be klock and dettmann...
i know they dont look alike, sorry



so who the fuck are klock and dettmann?
they are resident djs at the berghain/panoramabar.
its undisputably the best club in the world.
i know i sound like a stupid club kid.

some people say
the place glorifies party culture
too many drugs
i dont wanna see anal sex everywhere i turn arond
techno is dead

whatever
you dont know shit

the way i see it berghain/panoramabar offers:
a perfect sound system (function one)
the best djs and live acts (dettmann, villalobos, slater, cassy...)
a variety of tolarant people (straight, gay, from berlin and all over the world)
a beautiful location (ex factory building)

no one judges you for your idea of a good time
you can sit around or dance like a retard
you can take as much drugs as you want to or leave it
you can fuck men, women, what have you or masturbate
you can be dressed in a versache dress or in pyjamas
it doesnt matter

and the music...
it guides you
people often talk about feeling the music
meaning you can translate hearing into an internal emotional language
but there you can actually feel the music through your body

an acid bleep can be felt as a vibration in your tailbone
a trebly synth line will massage your brain
a bouncy kick will make you whole body wobble
music results in pure physicality

and thats my home
i feel protected a fully released
better than going back into my mothers womb