De benoeming van Ahmed Aboutaleb tot burgemeester van Rotterdam.
Why do I do, just as you say
Why must I just, give you your way
Why do I sigh, why don’t I try to forget
It must have been,
That something lovers call fate
Kept me saying, ‘I have to wait’
I saw them all,
Just couldn’t fall ’til we met
It had to be you, it had to be you
I wandered around, and finally found
The somebody who
Could make me be true,
And could make me be blue
And even be glad, just to be sad
Thinking of you
Some others I’ve seen,
Might never be mean
Might never be cross,
Or try to be boss
But they wouldn’t do
For nobody else, gave me a thrill
With all your faults, I
Love you still
It had to be you, wonderful you
It had to be you
‘It Had to Be You’ (1924) music by: Isham Jones, lyrics by: Gus Kahn
from the film Casablanca (1942)
I made this video in the end of 2006. The two videos were using archive
material of Groningen, which were be shown at the Tschumipaviljoen on
the Hereplein in Groningen between December and January 2007.
Via surround sound the audience around the ‘paviljoen’ could follow the
performance with music of Herman Brood. Cause good old Herman had
an exhibition (in that period) in the Groninger Museum.
Above you can see one of the two videos. The other one is here.
Four new streaming vids in my YouTube video stash (thanks again Tombrecht!). Consisting of two supporting graphics I made which were used in videos, the registration of a performance I once did at homeboy Kraft’s (H)ot Scenes fest AND this portrait of Marcel Alexander Wiebenga (the first) that I once made as an actual video for Benny Sings but alas it wasn’t found good enough. A couple of days ago I lost my urban prince and his girl Jasmijn to the warm, seductive arms of commodity fetishism as they, like so many before them, have moved to Amsterdam. Herefore, finally, an ode to all my friends going for gold in the form of Peter, Bjorn an John’s ‘Amsterdam’. I wish you all a lot of luck and nothing but good fortune, health, happiness and Prosecco.
Peter, Bjorn and John
Amsterdam
Baby went to Amsterdam
She put a little money into travelling
Now it’s so slow, so slow
Baby went to Amsterdam
Four, five days for the big canal
Now it’s so slow, so slow
And I was heading up north
To a place that I know
Eating well, sleeping well
But still I was way, way out of line
Amsterdam was stuck in my mind
Oh, it’s a kind of stupid groove
That you can’t ignore
Oh, it’s a kind of natural fact
Sometimes you’re just left to be alone
Baby went to Amsterdam
She put a little money into travelling
Now it’s so slow, so slow
Baby went to Amsterdam
Four, five days for the big canal
Now it’s so slow, so slow
And I got to go away
To a place of my own
Working hard, fill my time
From that day on, till I hit the bed
Amsterdam was stuck in my head
Oh, it’s a kind of stupid groove
That you can’t ignore
Oh, it’s a kind of natural fact
Sometimes you’re just left to be alone
If you’re there early and cannot resist temptation, tonight you can either throw roses at classical singer Claudia Pattaca or tomatoes at three actual writers and myself. What, where?! Yes you heard right. It all takes place at the Café Rotterdam terrace, located at Wilhelminakade 699, Rotterdam (near the Erasmus bridge, on the south side). So come round and enjoy readings by Daniël Dee, Rick van Leeuwen, Ramon Stoppelenburg (, me) and who knows, maybe even throw a small tomatoe at us. More info on Daddy-o van der Kwasts’ weblog, right here.
Darlin don’t you go and cut your hair
Do you think its gonna make him change?
I’m just a boy with a new haircut
And thats a pretty nice haircut
Charge it like a puzzle, hit me wearin’ muzzles
Hesitate to die, look around, around, the second drummers drowned
His telephone is found
Music scene is crazy, bands start up each and every day
I saw another one just the other day
A special new band
I remember lying
I dont remember lies
I dont remember what
But I don’t care, I care, I really don’t care
Did you see the drummers hair?
Advertising looks and chops a must
No BIG HAIR!!
Songs mean a lot
When songs are bought
And so are you-
Bitch, rant down to the practice room
Attention and fame so
Career, career, career…
A week inside, I think I’m starting to show.
I told myself to keep myself in line.
Should we get married or just go on killing each other?
I don’t think I hate you enough to commit you to me.
Happy all the time.
It’s all we ever do.
Steady in decline.
It’s all we ever do.
I’m sorry but it’s true.
How can I save you when I couldn’t save a dime?
I want to call you and tell you that I’m a fan.
All my friends know better but I can’t quite hear them.
Still for the life of me I can’t imagine our home.
Good things, that’s all I want.
All I want for you.
Hold me. Set me free.
It’s all I want from you.
It’s sad and it’s so true.
If you can’t be the life of the party,
you’ll be the death of everyone.
All I want is a life without parties.
Want you as one.
Watch this pot and it is sure to boil.
Sometimes I catch myself thinking, “Boy, or a girl?”
Kiss me on the teeth.
It’s all that we can do.
Punch me. Wake me up.
This lullaby is blue.
Lie and say we’re through.
If you can’t be the life of the party,
you’ll be the death of everyone.
All I want is a life without parties.
Want you as one.
I’ve been singing ‘All I want is a life without parties’ as a sort of mantra all day yesterday. It worked; I remembered to sleep early, eat healthy and drink almost none. As a result I still blurt out lines to this magical song every two hours or so. Today I’ll be stuck with it, tomorrow it’s gone. Anyway, it comes off the essential Jawbreaker album ‘dear you’ so if you don’t know, now you know… nigga!
Jij kijkt toch ook veel liever naar VISTRANSPLOFT dan naar al die emo-shit, kutspelletjes of 0900-commercials? Voor reflectie, wendt u zich trouwens tot de firma Libresse, van wie ik gisterenavond (in de pauze van Undercover Lover) de volgende stelling voor mijn kiezen kreeg:
sometimes I am lost
sometimes I make a mess
sometimes I doubt to much
sometimes I just go crazy
sometimes I feel I am not ‘there’
sometimes I am dumb
sometimes I hurt you
sometimes I want to be free
sometimes I am sad
sometimes I dance
sometimes I want to change
sometimes I drink too much
sometimes I am busy
sometimes I am under the influence of drugs
sometimes I am scared
sometimes I panic
sometimes I am frustrated
sometimes I am depressed
sometimes I am happy
sometimes I am strong
sometimes I cry
But you’re always there.
And that ‘sometimes’ is the old me,
but it will always somehow be me.
Love is a feeling, but it’s also a decision.
I am not afraid anymore,
and I don’t care what people think.
Cause I choose
and want
to be with you.
