Broken Social Scene

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Photo: Dave Gillespie

Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
Park that car, drop that ph

When I was 18 years old there was a flat. It was a really important flat. I was there a lot and learned everything I now know about music. When dawn came and the blinds that kept away the glaring sunlight didn’t work anymore, I lost myself in the cited text above. Half-finished, written with an Edding (as I said, I was young) on the blinds. I didn’t waste a thought about tax, insurances or pension. Deadlines, nah. The blinds didn’t need to be perfect.

When I was 18 years old it was my first time to go to Immergut Festival. During the 10-hour drive I listened to Broken Social Scene. I remember how annoyed I was that I never saw them live and that I had just missed them at Immergut (well, by 4 years). Finally back, the supergroup from Toronto (or as Drake would say: Tohrọhno) will be visiting us again in Neustrelitz for our 18th birthday. And together we blow out the candles on the cake. I am looking forward to standing in the first row and maybe I will cry a little bit and think back to my youth in which the ba

Author: Tim

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