FURTIPS cigarettes saved my life

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my last RW-post. (having never touched any tobacco product in my life, it's a slightly impersonal song coming from me...)

listening to this, i inevitably remember my subtly melting friesennerz, leaning against the gas-heater on some wet and cold winter day in the Normal record store in bonn. ah, the good old times.

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BIRDSKIN any other day

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fond Normal Recordstore (the one in Bonn) memories.

searching for links in the net. but the store closed in 1997, so there's absolutely NOTHING about it to be found.

as if it had never existed.

how depressing.


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MOTE stevie

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belgian openers for SMOG, back in 1995.

Rotten Windmill's second release!

an unfair emphasis, definitely - but that's how (even indie-)history works.


a song worth to close the first side of a moody tape.


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PLOVER down

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what a hideous artwork.

this is Rotten Windmill's first release ever, and PLOVER's first vinyl appearance.


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FAUN x marks the spot

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dutch Sonic Youth and Sebadoh afficionados.

a bit dusty, but still a good car-tape-song, at least at night.


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POLYP vat of sad

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this is dark and dry. Peter Jefferies playing in a (of course new-zeeland) high school punk band.

a blotting paper-cover, with a smiling dinosaur on it? va savoir...

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PLOVER oilbird

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one of my lifetime-regrets: to not have been at any of the Fast Forward & Opscene festivals in the mid-/late 90ies.

in case you don't know and do care: Plover's Peter Duteweert plays also in Birdskin.


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BIRDSKIN creamer and roads

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i was 16 when i discovered, by pure coincidence, the Normal record store, in the northern old town of bonn. riding by bike through the city, trying to catch every street.
from that day, i spent nearly every afternoon after high school there.

the store's showcase was no larger than 2 meter, maybe less - the whole store had a tubular form.
it was relatively dark and moisty inside, during winter there was an antique gas heater near the entrance to warm up the regulars who spent most of the day drinking beer and talking rubbish.

suspiciously eyeballing every single person that went into the store to eventually buy a record, they quickly became a second family to me.

i must have been a precocious weirdo for them.

this is were i got to know my three elective older brothers - F.,O. and S.


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