It’s 2.23am. Just watched some concerts on BelgacomTV: the White Stripes live at
While checking some mails before I take some days off, I decided to run through my music DVD’s. As I write, I have a left window open with the live DVD of Depeche Mode 101 concert at the Pasadena Rose Bowl from 1998, and the right one with some text editors (on below an IM as I’m talking with some friends abroad).
Damn, I become melancholically sad each time I hear Depeche Mode. It reminds me of a trip with my parents to Hungary. I had 1 tape: this concert. We played it at least 20 times during those 2 weeks in
But also – and that is more serious - when I was 17, my best friend died of cancer… I could believe it. I sported with him, played football with him, run after women with him, we did so much together… And then he died of cancer after fighting 2 years where they took his legs, his smile, his strength. For weeks I listened to this song from Depeche mode: never let me down again. Over and over and over and over… Got me over it, never forgot him. My dear friend Kurt.
This said: DM are coming to
Seems to me I’m still 17.