Thank You For The Music

self portrait with iPod

I can get quite sentimental about objects. Maybe that’s because I’ve spent many years on my own, living alone, working for myself, travelling so much, which made me learn to appreciate the company and comfort certain things can provide. Not ALL things, of course, I’m not a hoarder and actually I have quite a minimalist approach to the owning of material goods, but there are a few objects I cherish, which have been through a lot together with me, which have stood by me and kept going even when everything else seemed to fall apart (like the water cooker that’s been with me 15 years now and has tirelessly boiled water for my cups of tea across 5 countries).

If I can consider these few objects my friends, then there is one among them which has been my absolute best friend ever since we laid eyes on each other. And, as it also goes with human friendships, for reasons hard to understand and as sudden as a chameleon snapping a fly mid-flight with its tongue, I lost it. Continue reading

Building: Left.


Over the past two weeks, the Blues’ moved from a rented apartment in the old heart of town to the house by the mill they recently bought. Papa Blues: a double bed, a couch, three armchairs, two desks, one dining table, two folding guest beds, a baffling collection of Elton John records on LP, seven chairs, one woolen rug, a laundry machine, a (green) five-door wardrobe, three boxes of slides from the time he lived in New York, and enough kitchen gear to feed a small army. Mama Blues: 17 boxes of books, 273 movies on DVD, Continue reading