Vom Kaffee-Overkill und warum Gotye wie der Winter ist Translation
From Turnschuhfetisch.
About coffee overkill and why Gotye is like winter
Jo looks back over the last week
A Coffee Cup…
Don’t you have one? Your very special, very unique, sacred above everything in the world coffee cup? Or are you one of those people that I will never understand? The type of person who meets his caffeine hit match after a little cup of espresso. The type of people who gets up in the morning and drinks a glass of milk. Or cocoa [(This doesn’t necessarily mean hot chocolate, which is distinguished with the word “heiβ-“)]. Or beer. But NOT coffee? What is wrong with you? Coffee isn’t just something. It is a feeling of being alive. In my case, the best bad coffee in the world, above all, is found at home. And the corresponding coffee cup is not just a cup. It is the relict of my life that carries me through all this. With this, it doesn’t matter if the world is exploding outside, the taxes are rising, Jungle Camp[(a reality show)]’s found new idiots, or if we’re having spring in January. The cup always stays the same. Welcome to the madhouse!
Coffee-Overkill
It’s attracted my attention, that I have chosen this coffee entry rather unconsciously, simply because I adore coffee so, but now we have actually posted something about it. We’re simply so…prescient? Yes, I believe that’s it.
Clearing Work
Another week gone by. Last week I was once again drowning in mountains of paper (college students can understand this. People who don’t pay their bills, too.), today I’m actually sitting in something of an organized pad. That is to say, I cleaned. I’m not waiting for spring cleaning, which according to the Mayan moon calendar will be between March 21st and April 30th. I have cleaned myself up completely and set myself rebelliously against the Mayan dictate and cleaned. Dusted. Mucked out. Vacuumed. Then you feel really good. And all at once, cooking is fun again because you don’t need to be afraid that your next grip will scare a swarm of cockroaches from their well-deserved hibernation. Or that the scrambled eggs will suddenly run scared from the kitchen. I’ve done it. With this song:
Gotye [(A Belgian-Australian singer-songwriter; Jo is referring to “Somebody That I Used to Know”)] is like winter
And we’re in a place where it’s already spring. Which can stay for now. Winter, fuck you! If you can’t manage to leave a few snowflakes here by Christmas, then you honestly don’t need to show up in the middle of January. You’ve screwed your chance up royally. Maybe you’re actually following Turnschuhfetisch and you’re boosting me. Oh and what else can be left behind (and yes, we’re posting it here again as a deterring example!). This GOTYE - song. Oh God, it’s so aggravating. I don’t know how it is with you guys, but EVERYONE. EVERYONE. EVERYONE. Who’s my “Friend” on Facebook has posted this song. First in the original version and then again as this cover, in which five black-clad cover band members manage to tootle this musically highly exacting, world-shaking, totally sick feat with five on one guitar. WOW! Not.
Here one last time and then this song can go stuff it forever. Please. Thank you.
Out of the realm of music, honey flows in streams
This paragraph is so titled because I have been simply so stunned this week by so much overwhelming music that my fannish heart beats harder. That moment when you thing: “I can’t go on any more.” And then another great message comes around the corner. This happened on January 9th this year it was announced that the post-hardcore heroes AT THE DRIVE IN are back. Via Twitter message:
“THIS….STATION…IS…NOW….OPERATIONAL.” That moment will remain unforgettable for me. And a day later the punk heroes REFUSED came back. This is perhaps very special rock knowledge, but I think everyone who feels roughly associated with this type of music should know both bands very well. The question of our generation should be: “Where were you when At the drive in and Refused announced their reunion?”
My dears, you should really know this. I feel that is virtually my educational mission.
Yes, right now honey flows in streams for the music industry. Simply because so many good things to my taste are underway at the moment. The next great hope for German rap also stands in the focus of great publicity and knows whom he has to thank. CRO is giving his fans a free track on Facebook:
And one of the most exciting releases right at the beginning of the year. Stoner-God MARSIMOTO is back and is doing everything that made him famous in the first place [(everything that would make him equal to what he was at his most legendary)]. Whoever follows him on Facebook these days, like me, has the feeling he is going to receive the full news overkill. But with such good tracks you can bear that. Whoever hasn’t seen the MARSI film should take the half hour time in the evening and enjoy what’s available for download:
Too much hipster is normal
Yesterday I went to the subway with a burlap bag, hat, my black jeans, and my favorite shoes and, while walking past, saw myself in a store window and nearly scared myself: “Is that what I look like?” That was a little too much “hipster”. What is that actually? What I’ve been wearing happily for years is now apparently “hipster”. It’s tight jeans, scruffy style, Nike shoes, listening to records, a Macbook, self-rolled cigarettes, listening to songs that only have two hits on Youtube, not liking the mainstream, not liking anything, burlap bags. I disassociate myself knowingly from agreed content. I don’t think I could ever be a hipster because I like the Backstreet Boys or because I don’t have much to do with this “anti-mainstream” posturing.
Through this whole hipsteria you’re really just normal again. And maybe that is the good thing about it. If everyone runs around with undercuts [(That thing Jo did to his hair, where he shaved the sides? It’s apparently called an undercut.)], burlap bags, and parkas, you crave individuality and you automatically let your hair grow, wear baggy jeans, and listen to only classical music again. That is in any event the backlash that I plan as soon as this here takes over . If all of you soon see me going through the pedestrian zone in rocking gear with a bandana, a 4YOU backpack, and a violin, you’ll know: Munich has hipster overkill. Or rather: THAT IS NOW THE TREND.
The last 30 seconds
Friday the 13th. Few trust themselves outside the house. Because they’re nuts. Because it apparently really does bring bad luck. And just no black cat from the left. Or the right? How did that go again? You’re all crazy. Is anyone really afraid of such a date? You all likely saw “2012” on the television last week and shit your pants. Yes, on 12/21/2012, the world will end. So what? We still have time to make things right until then. Yes yes, the Mayan calendar. I ignored it during my spring cleaning. Perhaps it’ll leave me behind because of this rebellious act as the only person on 12/12/2012. Then I’ll sit here. Watch, how the world collapses, maybe listen to “Wonderwall” by Oasis and be happy that I may still experience something of this sort.
Friday the 13th.
My grandmother turns 91 today. She’s definitely witnessed a few “Friday the 13thththth”. I think you all have run into black cats from the left and the right along the way more often than that. She’s alright. Maybe she’ll be left behind with me on 12/21/2012. I have asked her in particular to live to be at least 100. She doesn’t know what either a “hipster”, Marsimotos, a Turnschuhfetisch, or the Internet is. She’s alright. Me, too. I hope you, too. Christmas will probably not happen this year. For you. For me already. I may really stay.
That’s why we should enjoy spring and summer together now. And hope that winter doesn’t come back.
Let’s watch this instead:
And if the last 30 seconds dawn, you can all claim: “We witnessed the golden era with Turnschuhfetisch.”
Follow us: www.turnschuhfetisch.de or www.facebook.com/turnschuhfetisch
Until then, it [(This might refer to the world.)] still lasts. And until then I will still record so much nonsensical everyday experiences for you all.
So long! Have a nice weekend you all!
Jo
PS: Drink more coffee!!
What. The. Hell. It's like I solved a puzzle and the picture turned out way shittier than on the box.
Btw, that cover band is fucking cool. Watch that video. I always love it when there are multiple singers with incredibly different but complimentary voices. Shockingly, I think I might have heard this song before. It reminds me strongly of both Phil Collins and Bob Marley. But I might just be crazy.
About coffee overkill and why Gotye is like winter
Jo looks back over the last week
A Coffee Cup…
Don’t you have one? Your very special, very unique, sacred above everything in the world coffee cup? Or are you one of those people that I will never understand? The type of person who meets his caffeine hit match after a little cup of espresso. The type of people who gets up in the morning and drinks a glass of milk. Or cocoa [(This doesn’t necessarily mean hot chocolate, which is distinguished with the word “heiβ-“)]. Or beer. But NOT coffee? What is wrong with you? Coffee isn’t just something. It is a feeling of being alive. In my case, the best bad coffee in the world, above all, is found at home. And the corresponding coffee cup is not just a cup. It is the relict of my life that carries me through all this. With this, it doesn’t matter if the world is exploding outside, the taxes are rising, Jungle Camp[(a reality show)]’s found new idiots, or if we’re having spring in January. The cup always stays the same. Welcome to the madhouse!
Coffee-Overkill
It’s attracted my attention, that I have chosen this coffee entry rather unconsciously, simply because I adore coffee so, but now we have actually posted something about it. We’re simply so…prescient? Yes, I believe that’s it.
Clearing Work
Another week gone by. Last week I was once again drowning in mountains of paper (college students can understand this. People who don’t pay their bills, too.), today I’m actually sitting in something of an organized pad. That is to say, I cleaned. I’m not waiting for spring cleaning, which according to the Mayan moon calendar will be between March 21st and April 30th. I have cleaned myself up completely and set myself rebelliously against the Mayan dictate and cleaned. Dusted. Mucked out. Vacuumed. Then you feel really good. And all at once, cooking is fun again because you don’t need to be afraid that your next grip will scare a swarm of cockroaches from their well-deserved hibernation. Or that the scrambled eggs will suddenly run scared from the kitchen. I’ve done it. With this song:
Click to viewGotye [(A Belgian-Australian singer-songwriter; Jo is referring to “Somebody That I Used to Know”)] is like winter
And we’re in a place where it’s already spring. Which can stay for now. Winter, fuck you! If you can’t manage to leave a few snowflakes here by Christmas, then you honestly don’t need to show up in the middle of January. You’ve screwed your chance up royally. Maybe you’re actually following Turnschuhfetisch and you’re boosting me. Oh and what else can be left behind (and yes, we’re posting it here again as a deterring example!). This GOTYE - song. Oh God, it’s so aggravating. I don’t know how it is with you guys, but EVERYONE. EVERYONE. EVERYONE. Who’s my “Friend” on Facebook has posted this song. First in the original version and then again as this cover, in which five black-clad cover band members manage to tootle this musically highly exacting, world-shaking, totally sick feat with five on one guitar. WOW! Not.
Here one last time and then this song can go stuff it forever. Please. Thank you.
Out of the realm of music, honey flows in streams
This paragraph is so titled because I have been simply so stunned this week by so much overwhelming music that my fannish heart beats harder. That moment when you thing: “I can’t go on any more.” And then another great message comes around the corner. This happened on January 9th this year it was announced that the post-hardcore heroes AT THE DRIVE IN are back. Via Twitter message:
“THIS….STATION…IS…NOW….OPERATIONAL.” That moment will remain unforgettable for me. And a day later the punk heroes REFUSED came back. This is perhaps very special rock knowledge, but I think everyone who feels roughly associated with this type of music should know both bands very well. The question of our generation should be: “Where were you when At the drive in and Refused announced their reunion?”
My dears, you should really know this. I feel that is virtually my educational mission.
Yes, right now honey flows in streams for the music industry. Simply because so many good things to my taste are underway at the moment. The next great hope for German rap also stands in the focus of great publicity and knows whom he has to thank. CRO is giving his fans a free track on Facebook:
And one of the most exciting releases right at the beginning of the year. Stoner-God MARSIMOTO is back and is doing everything that made him famous in the first place [(everything that would make him equal to what he was at his most legendary)]. Whoever follows him on Facebook these days, like me, has the feeling he is going to receive the full news overkill. But with such good tracks you can bear that. Whoever hasn’t seen the MARSI film should take the half hour time in the evening and enjoy what’s available for download:
Too much hipster is normal
Yesterday I went to the subway with a burlap bag, hat, my black jeans, and my favorite shoes and, while walking past, saw myself in a store window and nearly scared myself: “Is that what I look like?” That was a little too much “hipster”. What is that actually? What I’ve been wearing happily for years is now apparently “hipster”. It’s tight jeans, scruffy style, Nike shoes, listening to records, a Macbook, self-rolled cigarettes, listening to songs that only have two hits on Youtube, not liking the mainstream, not liking anything, burlap bags. I disassociate myself knowingly from agreed content. I don’t think I could ever be a hipster because I like the Backstreet Boys or because I don’t have much to do with this “anti-mainstream” posturing.
Through this whole hipsteria you’re really just normal again. And maybe that is the good thing about it. If everyone runs around with undercuts [(That thing Jo did to his hair, where he shaved the sides? It’s apparently called an undercut.)], burlap bags, and parkas, you crave individuality and you automatically let your hair grow, wear baggy jeans, and listen to only classical music again. That is in any event the backlash that I plan as soon as this here takes over . If all of you soon see me going through the pedestrian zone in rocking gear with a bandana, a 4YOU backpack, and a violin, you’ll know: Munich has hipster overkill. Or rather: THAT IS NOW THE TREND.
The last 30 seconds
Friday the 13th. Few trust themselves outside the house. Because they’re nuts. Because it apparently really does bring bad luck. And just no black cat from the left. Or the right? How did that go again? You’re all crazy. Is anyone really afraid of such a date? You all likely saw “2012” on the television last week and shit your pants. Yes, on 12/21/2012, the world will end. So what? We still have time to make things right until then. Yes yes, the Mayan calendar. I ignored it during my spring cleaning. Perhaps it’ll leave me behind because of this rebellious act as the only person on 12/12/2012. Then I’ll sit here. Watch, how the world collapses, maybe listen to “Wonderwall” by Oasis and be happy that I may still experience something of this sort.
Friday the 13th.
My grandmother turns 91 today. She’s definitely witnessed a few “Friday the 13thththth”. I think you all have run into black cats from the left and the right along the way more often than that. She’s alright. Maybe she’ll be left behind with me on 12/21/2012. I have asked her in particular to live to be at least 100. She doesn’t know what either a “hipster”, Marsimotos, a Turnschuhfetisch, or the Internet is. She’s alright. Me, too. I hope you, too. Christmas will probably not happen this year. For you. For me already. I may really stay.
That’s why we should enjoy spring and summer together now. And hope that winter doesn’t come back.
Let’s watch this instead:
And if the last 30 seconds dawn, you can all claim: “We witnessed the golden era with Turnschuhfetisch.”
Follow us: www.turnschuhfetisch.de or www.facebook.com/turnschuhfetisch
Until then, it [(This might refer to the world.)] still lasts. And until then I will still record so much nonsensical everyday experiences for you all.
So long! Have a nice weekend you all!
Jo
PS: Drink more coffee!!
What. The. Hell. It's like I solved a puzzle and the picture turned out way shittier than on the box.
Btw, that cover band is fucking cool. Watch that video. I always love it when there are multiple singers with incredibly different but complimentary voices. Shockingly, I think I might have heard this song before. It reminds me strongly of both Phil Collins and Bob Marley. But I might just be crazy.