Nepal, Rockstars and me
I'm not sure what the power is behind so called coincidences (in which I actually don't really believe under this designation). But I'm quite sure that those unprecedented moments in life happen very much for a reason and out of a calculated superbrain's mathematical ...well calculations...uhm...
Imagine: I am sick and starving, dragging my last drops of myself through Thamel at my arrival after a 2 day bus-journey on the worst "roads" ever dared to be named that way, when I run into an Israeli crazyman, a friend of mine who I first met in India, and who invites me to come to the studio with him where he is recording his first demo album...I didn't even know he could sing....
"The guys are cool, great music and fun in the air...just relax and listen"...oooh yeah...the right thing for me at this very moment. Can he read my mind or sumfin?
So that's exactly what happened. I followed him, met some smiley caramel-skinned (yumm...) music-addicts, dropped into an antique double-cushioned grandma-armchair and closed my eyes...
Is there a higher bluer softer heaven than this???
Imagine: I am sick and starving, dragging my last drops of myself through Thamel at my arrival after a 2 day bus-journey on the worst "roads" ever dared to be named that way, when I run into an Israeli crazyman, a friend of mine who I first met in India, and who invites me to come to the studio with him where he is recording his first demo album...I didn't even know he could sing....
"The guys are cool, great music and fun in the air...just relax and listen"...oooh yeah...the right thing for me at this very moment. Can he read my mind or sumfin?
So that's exactly what happened. I followed him, met some smiley caramel-skinned (yumm...) music-addicts, dropped into an antique double-cushioned grandma-armchair and closed my eyes...
Is there a higher bluer softer heaven than this???