There was this guy. Everybody just called him “Psycho” and he seemed to feel comfortable with the name given. Where it originated from, I did not know at first. A skinny geezer, always nervous, hectic, driven, always muttering his words, never standing still with a curtain of hair around his pingpong-head. He was in his late 30s and was known for possessing one of the largest Metal and Punk collections far and wide and one day in 1982, he finally invited me to his apartment. I was surprised to see a very chic, two level apartment, with a spiral stairway in the middle of the living room. He led me straight away to that stairway to the upper level. There were like 2 or 3 rooms and he opened the door to one of them. No, he didn’t really open the door, it was more like storming the room. The main light was off, but endless lines of fairy lights and tinsel decorated the room. The altar. It was full of records, thousands of them, many on display, drapped with tinsel in gold and silver, lights, candles and things like that. It was kind of freaky and I felt very uncomfortable right away. There was no record player in the room, I clearly remember that. I started going through the records and could feel that long, silent pain that you sometimes feel when you see records you’d love to have so much. He had them all. A bit later, he pointed to the first JAGUAR single on the wall. It was sleeveless. I said: “I’ve seen this with a picture sleeve. Why is yours missing?” – “I was married”, he answered, with his head constantly turning and moving around, “and last year my young boy put on a Micky Mouse sticker on the front of the sleeve, so I had to smack him. My wife then decided it was enough and she left me.” He said that like a machine would talk: Quietly and without the slightest emotion.
In the early 90s, he overdosed on heroin; he had begun trading in his collection for the powder a few years earlier, but I didn’t know that. I knew I had bought some of his records at the local shop, but I did not know until later I practically bought off his life with every piece of vinyl I took home.
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Quote of the moment:«What strikes me is the fact that in our society, art has become something which is related only to objects and not to individuals, or to life. That art is something which is specialized or which is done by experts who are artists. But couldn't everyone's life become a work of art? Why should the lamp or the house be an art object, but not our life?» (Michel Foucault)
On heavy rotation:
BULLDOZER's lost 1984 demo. Awesome!
Movie of the moment:
«Another Woman». Recently revisited this somehow overlooked Woody Allen movie. Stunningly complex and well balanced between straight story telling and a very elaborate character study.
Book of the moment:
Jugendliteratur ist ja nun nicht mein bevorzugtes Genre, aber dieser Roman des kürzlich verstorbenen Wolfgang Herrndorf ist ein aussergewöhnlicher Roadtrip in einem geklauten Auto. Unangepasst, sensibel und eine richtige Energiepille vom feinsten!
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- SEX DWARF- Full av aska 7″EP (D-Takt & Rapunk Records / Konton Crasher, Sweden 2013) December 24, 2013
- RE-UP: In memoriam Jeff Hanneman (1964-2013): SLAYER- Instrumental rehearsal session for “Hell awaits” (1985) September 30, 2013
- CRUCIFIX- s/t 12″EP (Universal Records, USA, 1981) September 15, 2013
- Squirt, The: s/t Cassette Album (selfproduced, Switzerland, 1983) September 12, 2013
- CHEETAH CROME MOTHERFUCKERS- s/t 7″EP (Cessofonya Records, Italy, 1981) May 12, 2013
- GHOST- Year Zero Video March 26, 2013
- OVERDRIVE- s/t 7″EP (Boring Grantham Records, UK, 1981) March 7, 2013