changes
It seems to be one of those times in which everything around me changes. You think you have a grip on your world just when the world is taken away from you.
Bart is emigrating. This Friday already, he'll leave for a trip to India from which he will travel to Austria to stay there for a non-specified duration, to live with his Austrian girlfriend. Bart leaving this town, this country, my life, has an impact on multiple aspects of my life. I'll be losing a good friend, a neighbor, a handyman / bicycle repair man, and.. SuperJudas and Zonderland will be losing their drummer.
This brings to Remco traveling abroad for two months. He's leaving this Tuesday. Bart leaving, him taking a break, made him decide to 'probably quit SuperJudas'. There's plans of new bands, but without Remco and Bart it will be nothing much. This process made Remco decide to also quit with his surf rock band The Killer Bananazz. I love the bananas.
I don't want Bart to leave. I don't want everything to be different, even though Remco will come back it will not be the same again. Everything was intertwined, people, places, bands, relationships. This will impact so much.
Last night was the saying goodbye party. Of Bart, of Remco and his girlfriend, of SuperJudas "as it was". Spent the first 3 songs trying to fight my tears. They got to me, these guys, those songs. The times I had spent at their practice room, commenting on riffs and lyrics, watching and hearing music being made, friendships to grow. Remembering how I had helped with the practice room itself; drilling, painting. That great bunch of people. I stood there, in the back of the crowd, watching those guys playing. The circus artist, the manically depressed, the war refugee, the bicycle repair man, the painter. I'll miss those times.
I spent the rest of the evening with Jobbe, with whom things are ending as well, and colleagues and friends of Remco and co. For some reason the music scene of this city has high expectations of me. A jazz artist I know wants to incorporate me in some band member decisions and musical changes the nu-jazz band is considering these days. "Why me?" I asked. - "Because I have the idea you sense those things very well." He replied. "We want your help, we want to have your opinion, but I don't know yet what we would want to use you for". He continued.
The guys and I stayed way past the end, the lights already off, the music gone silent. Sharing the last bits of beer and a cigarette butt. Sharing. Connecting. But I felt alone.
Said good bye to Remco, but we both knew we were actually saying goodbye to all that he's leaving behind, to all that will no longer be after his return. Bart's goodbye will come in two days, couldn't get myself to accept this to be the last time I'd see him here.
Touched Jobbe's hand upon syaing goodbye, shooting shivers up my spine.
Goodbye to this period in my life.
Bart is emigrating. This Friday already, he'll leave for a trip to India from which he will travel to Austria to stay there for a non-specified duration, to live with his Austrian girlfriend. Bart leaving this town, this country, my life, has an impact on multiple aspects of my life. I'll be losing a good friend, a neighbor, a handyman / bicycle repair man, and.. SuperJudas and Zonderland will be losing their drummer.
This brings to Remco traveling abroad for two months. He's leaving this Tuesday. Bart leaving, him taking a break, made him decide to 'probably quit SuperJudas'. There's plans of new bands, but without Remco and Bart it will be nothing much. This process made Remco decide to also quit with his surf rock band The Killer Bananazz. I love the bananas.
I don't want Bart to leave. I don't want everything to be different, even though Remco will come back it will not be the same again. Everything was intertwined, people, places, bands, relationships. This will impact so much.
Last night was the saying goodbye party. Of Bart, of Remco and his girlfriend, of SuperJudas "as it was". Spent the first 3 songs trying to fight my tears. They got to me, these guys, those songs. The times I had spent at their practice room, commenting on riffs and lyrics, watching and hearing music being made, friendships to grow. Remembering how I had helped with the practice room itself; drilling, painting. That great bunch of people. I stood there, in the back of the crowd, watching those guys playing. The circus artist, the manically depressed, the war refugee, the bicycle repair man, the painter. I'll miss those times.
I spent the rest of the evening with Jobbe, with whom things are ending as well, and colleagues and friends of Remco and co. For some reason the music scene of this city has high expectations of me. A jazz artist I know wants to incorporate me in some band member decisions and musical changes the nu-jazz band is considering these days. "Why me?" I asked. - "Because I have the idea you sense those things very well." He replied. "We want your help, we want to have your opinion, but I don't know yet what we would want to use you for". He continued.
The guys and I stayed way past the end, the lights already off, the music gone silent. Sharing the last bits of beer and a cigarette butt. Sharing. Connecting. But I felt alone.
Said good bye to Remco, but we both knew we were actually saying goodbye to all that he's leaving behind, to all that will no longer be after his return. Bart's goodbye will come in two days, couldn't get myself to accept this to be the last time I'd see him here.
Touched Jobbe's hand upon syaing goodbye, shooting shivers up my spine.
Goodbye to this period in my life.
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