Ode to the NEON value Auditorium,
other night I was with my friends again in my favorite bar in Munich-Schwabing a guest and we have it again just talked over the fucking. Oh no, wait. That's not so. But we are much too uptight. Damn. So again from the front, second attempt:
Love Auditorium,
the matter with the wage tax rebates is already a very delicate matter. Not only do I like this word in itself is very good, no resolve, and the processes that lie behind this almost glamorous-looking bureaucrats terminus with me a pleasant feeling in your chest (or was it more the lumbar region?) From, that it is just a joy Sun Since one expects a return of, say, about 100 €, 200 € secretly perhaps, thinks that one has to calculate very calculus, and then determines with great joy and amazement at how much one of these state institutions which tax office gives out, has done over the years wrong. Shame on me and my head. Not 100 € gabs back, not even 200, but believe it or not more than a month's salary, which is now waiting patiently to be spent for any useless stuff from me.
Then I today for the first time in my life bought me badly maligned in the past "NEON." Sorry dear, NEON. What a mess Journal are you so not at all. I was confess, as always a bit of resentment there when I've done badly, just because you, dear NEON, wanted it "indie moderate" in the presentation come along and it just very well in our time, which is filled with retort indie bands (July, silver moon), got signed by major labels, fits into it. the old farts from the star have thought well to cover this niche market ... Above all, even this incredibly stylish photos, turn down the barrel to the floor. (I remember only too happy at that girl with the Charlotte Roche's hairstyle, which is a dark pin-striped suit (pinstripe business = = = Super Toll career and desirable) and a white blouse and wore it almost obligatory question about how it hires the most skilled to do in today's career, to put it casually ... CAREER do? As a committed indie type. Sure. You'll understand, dear NEON, because I did not come until the puke times when I could hear it. Be that as it may. You hereby be forgiven, because apparently you also have reasonably meaningful contributions. And India has for you, dear NEON, anyway nothing to do with life, but with fashion. Already clear. I have the time to see it. From this to you, as I said, only time warp.) What has probably led to the sudden change of mind, the audience may now be entitled to ask. Well, the thing is. Today I had to fill 16 minutes of time. Namely, how long it took until the next should arrive in my direction moving train. So I went to one of the many book-shops at the Munich main station, the time to beat on gallant manner dead, schmökerte first in my standard postils and then - all at once - my eyesight that side brushed with a white star in the upper left of it. "Do you like your life?" Was written in large letters. "Do you like your life?" Hm What a great question in my small, insignificant life. I then spoke to the course anyway. After all, I had never asked anyone so directly. And I had to because my answer is not superior to that followed for long. A loud NO slammed against my inner voice of NEON. Well, yes. In any case, that question made me curious. Want to know more. "Love, work, ideals - why we take so early an initial assessment" was not added because at that question. I suggested the magazine at first, to make sure that we are talking really of the same things that I and NEON. Retrieved from "Quarterlife Crisis" was there then the speech. From burn-out syndrome of young people in their young job. Of not more authentic feel with the things for which you have at some point decided once and the resulting crisis of meaning and Dissatisfaction. All this came before me strangely familiar. Almost like a copy of the thoughts in my head. Just these things concern me, not only for weeks, but for several months. Meaning crisis. Dissatisfaction. Question everything, what seemed a really sleep. (Thank God, I can tell me yes deal due to my medium-sized home with such luxury problems. I would like to thank all those who pardon, whose problems really existential in nature and do not hit with such trinkets around.)
Reading the NEON I then at some point noticed (I think while reading the interesting Schweighöfer interviews) was that it does me good in this kind Jour Alien browse from time to time. I feel by now a little bit younger. So strange that such a zeitgeist magazine with unstable people like me can do everything. Suddenly you are no longer so alone, so lost in the big wide world of adults. All at once is a re aware that you are not alone will with this unusual situation, with the struggle of growing up. That it probably at least every second is similar to me. This is the realization of this day. Just a strange idea, anyway. It's so many out there like me. Perhaps even the dumb chick from the Benetton shop at City Hall, which I attributed to not even similar thought in a dream would ... Yes, yes, I am again arrogant decadent. As always stop when the voices speak evil of me. I gebs yes to. And I confess also so strange that now sound again like: if, like me, surrounded the whole day of business people who all live in completely different worlds, negotiating every day to this, eating goes on in my opinion very superficial things ( this is really a matter of definition, what is "superficial" and what not, I'll give yes to talks) (eg on the golf handicap of certain people), then drifts you somehow a little from his own line, driving around aimlessly and I know at some point no longer what is right and wrong. It is suddenly hard to stay still true. Their own ideals are suddenly called into question and the question is increasingly, I'm crazy or do the rest, not all their marbles. Am I really such a damn loser, or I'm simply very different life goals than those people who want to impress me all day in their expensive suits, and so tough BOSS do? Of course, I can still get the answers to those questions themselves, without having to think a long time. Only now it seems to me just before so when I was in that respect it is not quite "normal" or, as they call it otherwise might. I prefer to not even make careers. At least not in the strictest conventional sense. I want to do it my way "career". Stupid word. Career. Has such a negative connotation. I need not have much money and unnecessary luxury to be happy. It would be nice if some of my fellow human beings at some point accept the agreement on it. And I am convinced that I was with one of the happiest people on this planet, if only I could do it professionally, I really want. And I now see my self-fulfillment time not in the design and production of radio spots, but rather in the music culture. In the marketing of cultural property. Would be nice if at some point I of this hobby could also live times. As I said, I will not even get rich. Life would be enough. And with these words I leave you reflective again in your daily life. Have a nice day.
