I was visiting my hometown last weekend and as usual, it was nostalgic, great but also a little depressing. I don’t know why, whenever I visit Rostock I love it, but boy, am I happy to leave again. I suppose it’s just all the baggage of years in that city that creeps up on me whenever I step out of the train. It’s not like I changed when I moved to Berlin but at least I don’t get reminded of how little I changed with every memory-ridden street, market place, club and person I see.
Oh, and family…isn’t it weird that they always know you best and not at all at the same time? They are like Schroedinger’s biography
family photo album . It’s freaking me out every time I am reminded that for them, I am forever six years old, doing something that’s apparently so cute/funny that it has to be mentioned every freaking time we get together. Just dozens of memories that get rehashed, until they are burned into your retina. I am not bitter, I love them all, all the people I leave behind when I leave that city and I miss them when I am back in Berlin, I really do. But I never wanted to stay there and there was a time when I panicked thinking that I would be stuck there forever. I can’t even explain it because it has nothing to do with the quality of Rostock. It’s not you, Rostock, it’s me!
Anyways, long, rambling story short, I felt very inspired by this song while I was thinking of all this emotional crap. I don’t even know whether it actually has anything to do with this issue, lyrically. But here ya go.
It’s weird with this band, I interviewed them last year and really liked the album but never really thought about it afterwards. And last week, it somehow came up on my never-ending playlist and it struck me like lightning. It’s buzzing with excitement, so maybe the usually lethargic Winter-time helped because it juxtaposed the energy of the song. The whole album feels like a kick into the behind but the motivating kind, so it’s all good.