"This is the time when ringtone applicability equals musical quality. This is the place where the greed of being a popstar has replaced the sublime experience of creativity. This is the era in which democracy means mass phenomena, not choices. When we have become too lazy even for subterfuges. And too busy to feel the loss.

This is the age when equality means mediocrity, fame defames excellence, education encourages despondency.
We excel in conformity, we celebrate our empty hands.
We may not burn books, but we skim them. We may not slaughter heretics', but we overshout them.
We strive, long, hunger for nothing,
thus nobody strive, long, hunger.

Fascistic, yet aimless aposiopetic selves.
Timetabled freedom. Death in Bologna.
Psychoanorexia."

prescription and therapy:

some bits and pieces concerning psychoanorexia


the aftermath of silence

the idea behind event horizon sunset is to get the listener back into the setting again: it's my "our story so far". it might prove worthwhile to try and figure out the samples i included - it took ages to find the correct words all over the internet...

the idea that really started my work on this album, is now part of this track, i.e. the last day of summer. i created this spacy guitar sound and somehow the riff just came with it. although this might as well be the most simplistic song i have ever created, i like it a lot: i like the inbetweenness of it, and i think of it not so much as bittersweet as of happysad. the last day of summer rounds up a theme that was started with do not come back on naive and continued in faith on voices as well as in phantom pain scars on anti-matter poetry. does that make sense to anyone but me?

the stone-white sky goes back to a friendship that had to end. i always found that the ends of friendship felt a lot more tragic than the ends of love affairs, because they seemed all the more unnecessary. but maybe that is rubbish, and when lifelines split, it is rather like continental drift: on the one hand you will not realize it until it is too late, on the other hand there would have been nothing you could have done against it anyway.

the kryptonite monologues turn the tide: melancholy and sorrow turn into rage and sarcasm. i hope you figured out the deep, deep irony behind my personal operette settings: the choirs were hell to arrange and record, i can tell you. as irony is defined as a status of grave difference between connotational meaning and denotational meaning, it can only work at its best, if the denotational part ("that what is *really* there") is set as perfectly as possible: hence, e.q., loriot's or monty python's comical principle. i always considered comedy as the most difficult genre, so it took a lot of courage to go and try, whether my sarcastic operette might work out.

however, the storyline did not give me much of a choice anyway: this is about coffee stain apocalypses, the deadly sins of householding and husbandry and, of course, the black holes of smalltalk gambits. ted hughes put it down a bit more violently, but i guess teddy and me, we were thinking of the same thing

the irrelevant lovesong then gives up the last resorts of hypocrisy and tv aspirin: this is why we're still together, it says, because. this lyric was not meant to be a song, initially, but then i started arranging and rehearsing some tunes for my live appearance in oldenburg (9/28/12) - and it just dropped out of my piano and filled a gap that i had not managed to fill  before.

psychoanorexia, then, explores the reasons of this decay, and is furious and unfair and immature and boasting and aggressive and cruel and maniac and ambitious and frustrated about them. this is the most political song i, who has ever had the creed that politics and art should not mix (at least not with an obvious message!), have ever done. but i still think that german educational politics is so overwhelmingly stupid at the moment and destroys so much of what german thinkers fought for in hard and long revolutions and discussions and tractats... it even subdues our private emotions, this song states. i don't want to say too much about this here, but "from slave to master? bologna poverty:  timetable freedom and rummage courses" is exactly this: how can you ever dare call yourself a master of anything if you have been enslaved in your studies and explorations by timetables and the like? how can you, if you take humboldt into consideration, ever become truly human if la bildung is nothing more than a leaflet that tells the economy how well you can function in their treadmill?

we need to rethink all this or we will lose everything that our culture and tradition gave us.