...the remains of a festival

So the first episode of festivals ended for me while the next one started in Great Britian. Glastonbury!

What remains in my head is a little headache from having seen too much and drunken too less. My skin is teint by now and my mind is filled with music and pleasant anticipation for the upcoming event.

My all time favourite festival. Just characterised as beautiful.

The Haldern-Pop Festival.

It's one of the finest and best indie-events of the year. The people are amazing and sweet, the acts are brilliant everytime and to top all this, there is a lake just a stone's throw away to swim and cool down a little when the sun is shining high and hot.

The Haldern-Pop-People are famous for their weird and lovely little ideas. This year it's about short stories, love, photography and a sparkling mind.

 "Warm Ums Herz"

I fall in love with beautiful boys for a few minutes every seven footsteps, cause it seems that every indie-guy around is walking on the grass there, enjoying bands like Isbells, Fleet Foxes, Alexi Murdoch and the Wombats. I can't wait to blow bubbles there and wear pearls in my hair or just lie on the ground on a blanket surrounded by my dearest friends, listening to the tones and chords that are floating over from the stage.

I can't wait to collect smiles and quotes.

I can't wait to get the first Interview-confirmation-Mails and build a radio special around all the things, that bands told me.

I CAN NOT WAIT!!!

Maybe I'm too excited, but it's worth it.

photography by Zora Beer

rubber boots on rainy days

It's raining all day and I'm pretty sure that the world is drowning outside while im inside listening to the Eels' "Daisies of the Galaxy"

daydreaming of sunier days and being a little excited for the upcoming ones.

Gonna spend the next weeks on Festivals in Austria and Germany interviewing Bands - some of them more legends than musicians - taking pictures and naps on the green while someone is playing on stage i don't need to see live.

The first Festival is NovaRock.

Top 5 Things you need to pack for Festivalseason.

1. Rubber Boots - to enjoy even rain and feel like a little child while jumping and running through puddles.

2. Sweets and bubbles - to make time pass quicker while waiting in front of or backstage.

3. Vintage sunglasses - to cause a summer mood.

4. Any camera - to save some amazing moments.

5. Music - to be prepared.   

I can't wait.

photography: not even maybe by Chronotype

like the white rabbit

"No time, no time, no time..."

Sometimes I wish time would lie on the streets and all you need to do to find some more would be looking for it and take it. Take some more minutes, hours, moments.

Finding time since it's NOT been found on the street is way more difficult.

Didn't even had a few minutes to discover great new music in the past week.

Could you send me some ideas for brilliant artists and songs, please?



nostalgic feeling of a "Gottestierchen"...

"Last night, I had a dream

We were inseparably entwined

Like a piece of rope made out of two pieces of vine

Held together, holding each other

With no one else in mind

Like two atoms in a molecule

Inseparably combined"

"Two Atoms In A Molecule" - Noah And The Whale

It's always weird how the tiniest things, songlines and events remind us of times that are passed away already.

How this little things hit us unexpected and unprepared and give us a short heartache.

Just for a moment, but it's there.

Sometimes I wish I could timetravel in my mind and go back to this passed times. Play them over and over again in my head. Enjoy them even more till I'm bored or till I realize that these times weren't as great as they appear to be.

Someone once told me: "Everything is going to be allright in the end and if it's not allright yet, it isn't the end."

Till everything is allright I have my little loved Diana Lomography Camera and other great things to capture moments to remember.

photography Corinne Kern.

They call me Sugarfairy

It could be wishdust, stardust or just white colour, that I had all over me today.

I felt a little bit more human and a little less magical after taking a shower.

We spent the whole day organizing and painting a big hall, that is going to be the venue of a photography exhibition, a group of my university is presenting.

So while painting and arranging everything, I found myself covered with little white paint dots at the end of the day and the thought in mind how important silence can be from time to time.

We usually don't realize how sound surrounds us everyday and as I walked down to the beach recently, spending some sparetime with my heartbeat, the waves and me, I was glad to have no music, no people and nothing distracting around.

Just the sea.

Weren't it the Tremeloes that sang: Silence is golden.

photography: Kirsten Otto and me