This article is based on this Dutch article of Martijn Benders
Diary 12-28-2024
Every time I put on my pants, it starts raining gold records. This stirs up considerable jealousy among musicians—they organize bitter gatherings where they chant my name, since canceling me no longer works, but it’s all in vain.
I’m working on two records at the moment, each of which is the best album ever made in German. And then they have to compete with each other for that Germanness, you see.
I’ve just listened back to everything, and if I were a musician, I’d cancel myself immediately.
Now I just have to navigate around the sore candy canes that block access to ZDF. The time when lyricists could be patronized with instrumental drama is over. The time when everything revolved around the flavor of the little tinkle tunes. Now, it drips with pure poetry.
Take cover, but it’s pointless. Here comes The Stoss.
Martinus 12-28-2024