ei cunt hear ya


no shit >>> that’s ’cause i threw away my computer and i’m going in for a month of silent meditation away from all of ya >>> if you hear of me it will be through may pals >>> but i guess they wont hear me for a month. penned in by dd but its really by bh

inga rumpf: Schade um die Tränen


time for some german rock!  here’s inga rumpf (beim deutschen schlager-wettbewerb) in berlin in 1968. if you don’t know her, you can look up the city preachers her original band. this album under her name, is really great especially the cover of waterboy and i’m on my way. not sure how i ended up buying it but i’m glad i did. for my dear friend frank. danke. by dd

where is my pistol


there is something romantic about hidden objects in books; from secrets and money, to jewels, to drugs, or to guns. literature has been not only been the salvation of society, but also the culprit of criminals from all walks of life. makes me want to go home and carve out a few books myself… hmmm but what books? proust’s “a la recherche du temps perdu”? maybe not thick enough, how about mann’s “joseph der ernähre”? now what could i put inside them? by xy

ON ART – CHARLES SAATCHI

ok, so first of all, the guardian is really a great newspaper for anything cultural/art/design related and THIS ARTICLE on charles saatchi’s thoughts on art made my day. a must read. same here charles (even if you started all this bullshit). by pp.