Hi all. Slipped into the wilderness for a few days. It's something I tend to do ... from time to time. A must. Greetings from Berlin on the 1st of May, ("May day, may day!") ok, maybe a couple o' days later. This date has serious meaning and rammifications for the working class of Europe, but none for America, I'm afraid ... Ho hum.
Thanks for all your messages and concern. The best one was, "We thought you were dead ..." from a musical companion. But it lives.
Walking around Kreuzberg at six in the morning on the night after the first of May is a trip, I tell you. Ghost town, sleeping gracefully, torn up from police and squander-wanderers clad in black. Not to mention the extreme smell of whiplash in the air. But who cares about globalization, anyway? No, it's just the haze-trail leftover by a ghost, and then the mass-classes go back to the grindstone, back to work, secretly ready to devour "the boss," if they could ever figure out who that is, that is. And the people at the top, where it's lonely, I tell ya, are crimping and cramping and primping and pimping to keep things the way they are. (Like a rich music producer said to me one time in his million dollar studio, "I hope there's no revolution today.") But sorry, my friend, the revolution is coming anyway ... and this is something that the ghosts of May Day tell us. And no the fucking CD isn't fucking finished yet, so quit askin' me, no wait - keep on askin' me and it will soon be so. Here's a need read: some Paul Coehlo. He pushes the limits, indeed. But me, I was checking out another sound studio, then moving and grooving, calling no-one "on the map" for a couple of days, to listen within, cleanse the soul and ask thyself, showed a german rockstar my vinyl record of "Amahl and the Night Visitors," the first opera I was in at the age of ten, then sitting in a park (where The Wall used to be) watching thousands of cops try to create a snafu with all the leftist kids, roust 'em out, catching an interesting discussion - "Was Nietzsche really a nihilist?" and then visiting another musician buddy who wrote a great song, and won a free weekend in a 4 star hotel as a result, a coupon in fact, which he gave to me. (As if some kind of reward?) Free room for two with continental breakfast, and a candle-light dinner. 'Tis great, but the only problem is that the hotel is in Stuttgart. Hmm, should I go to Stuttgart? Wanna be my guest?
-Todd