My first private space, the small room, when 14 y.o. Then I bought my first (second hand great sound) stereo, then my first vinyl album, Ziggy Stardust. All Bowie’s albums followed soon after; me and Alik would collect our cents for a few weeks, then go together to the record shop (Piccadilly, flickin’ Jerusalem history) and buy one album each, and make tape cassettes copies of the other’s album. A year later we were Bowie experts and serious fans, wonderful eighties in Jerusalem… I’d bring my ears close to the speakers and almost cry by the clear and intense sound like in - All the Madmen/The Man Who Sold the World (1970).
Yesterday night I brought my ears close to the little speakers of my old little laptop. Not a comfortable position and the sound can never compare to good bigger ones… but for a little while it was like then… for the last weeks I just listen to music surfin’ the net eclectically, sometimes systematically, can’t stop, that’s probably why maybe I didn’t write much here, or just a nice excuse anyways.. The abundance of content flowing around in unseen waves is overwhelming still, sounds, words, ideas, projects, networks, lives and loves, reproducing multiplying every second growing. New God lives in the net that’s for sure, and I’m grateful for having my little netmachine to catch some content waves, a few hours a day.

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Next one about Gurus I hope
Kisses (it’s raining in Vienna)