Mentalechoes

Well I was on my way out, but I am sitting here listening to the new Moby CD ‘Hotel’. Jezuz this is a class peice of music. And his cover sleeve is such a great peice of writing (right up to the part where he loses it and talks about being a robot). I find it very inspiring. I play Moby mostly when I am writing because I find it really pumps my creativity way up.

It has struck me that now more than ever, music is such an important part of life. Good tunes transcend the individual instruments and lyrics and touch something deep inside our emotional core. It brings to the front of our consciousness a lot of feelings which can otherwise be buried away during day to day life. Music can also help us make sense of our own state of being, and give us an understanding of our place in society. A good friend of mine whose husband died recently told me that without the music she found, she may not have come through it with her sanity intact. I’m guessing everyone old enough to have experienced life in an adult way would be able to empathise with her. Sitting here listening to tunes that make me feel like life is good and I am happy to be here right now, I sure know what she means.

I think I might buy another couple more CDs while I am out this afternoon.

So yeah the other thing I just thought of was writing some kind of journal style book about living here in Amsterdam, in the same vein as John Birmingham’s He Died With A Felafel In His Hand. This book is hands down one of the goddamned funniest things I have ever read, bar none. It’s right up there with Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter. S. Thompson, and The Wrong Way Home by Peter Moore. Seriously I would suggest all of you to buy this book, cause man, it will have you pissing yourself with laughter (that’s a good thing by the way)!

The thing is, anyone who writes blogs can writes this style of book. Just like any traveller who writes blogs could have written The Beach by Alex Garland. These stories are collections of life events put together into a story that flows from point A to point B chronologically rather than being based around a traditional plot you find in mainstream fictional literature.

How hard can it be right? Like John (Birmingham) says, all it takes is a word processor and a few wacky experiences, and there you go, you’ve got a book!

Well for someone who’s life is actually the definition of wacky, I’m halfway there. And thanks to the pirated copy of M$ word, I’ve got the other half. Too easy to not try really!

So having said that, do any of you mind if I use your real names?

Padwanna!

PS: Bill, when I said “pirated”, I actually meant legally purchased at extortionist prices from a store downtown. Honest!