Thank you so much, Brian! Your „teenage angst chronicle with Jimi and Judy“ from March 24 is surely one of my favourite texts in regards to music and everyday life, I did come across in ten years on the blog. One long night – missing a piece of rock history in the making, and missing one big erotic adventure… oh, man, this is something. Though I was never too much in Jimi’s music, I think, what could have been a better introduction / initiation for me than to have been THERE and THEN, at the concert hall…. we were living a bit on the periphery, haha. And the circumstances of meeting Judy in the house of your childhood – this could have caused feverish dreams even without a bad throat.
You asked me about the term „deep reading“ – the term is used as an analogue to „Deep Listening“, the record of the same name from composer Pauline Oliveiros. Being totally immersed into something – and that I knew would happen when I would start to go deeper and deeper into your story. Slow reading, imagining the changing sceneries – that seducing shangrila of hippie dreams, well, well…and then I did read it …
… and then your memories entered my dreams: I was maybe 16 and on the street between the bus stop and our old house in a quite rich area of Dortmund. Came from school. There I lived between my 11th and 19th year on this planet. That day (in my dream) was special, it was my birthday, and some friends were there and offering fresh salads, fresh fruit. – Oh, gosh, I forgot something, I said to them, and returned to the street, and there he was, my special guest Brian Eno strolling down the road and looking out for house numbers. The joy to see one another again. We went to my house, small talk and fresh fruit. Not much more was left in my memory, but you see how things connect. Not heavy to make sense of this dream. Apart from smaller things, I regard you and Brian (the two Brians) as friends. Though I rarely see you. Simple as that. I think I will write about my teenage angst / lust stories soon, maybe, here on the island even, on one of those rainy days to come, maybe later. M.