A song I wrote back in the day, back in Vienna. Don’t really like it, feels too convoluted. “Nicht reden” goes easier, this one feels overwrought. Too much shit left unsaid makes for a cramped style.

The first time I picked up my guitar and wrote a song. Many would follow. Some of them are good, most of them unpublished. But you can listen to this one.

A collection of short stories I wrote back in 2005. Those were the wild days when I thought editing was the devil’s work. Everything needs to be recorded raw, as god or the brain intended. Making the text more coherent? Pah, foolish philistine!