Beauty comes in many forms. Watch this master of the accordion.

I was reminded of this hilarious clip last night, when I passed an old street musician with a big lump in his neck. I heard a couple of tunes from Säkkijärven Polkka and biked closer. But as I stood behind him, fascinated by his lump, I realized he had just put together short sequences that sounded a little bit like Säkkijärven Polkka here and there. I guess that’s the way a lot of popular street music evolve between all those poor street musicians. You end up with a tune that has been xeroxed a thousand times and only bears a slight resemblance to the original, which I just had to listen to as soon as I came home!

How nice to wake up at 5 o’clock. It’s summer and the sun is already up. You’re free from school/work for another couple of months, and you intend to make the most of them. So you enjoy the first hour of the morning on the balcony with Foucault. When your stomach starts making sounds, you make a cup of coffee for yourself and a couple of cheese sandwiches. You digest them to the sound of the morning news. Nothing happened today - like always in the summer time. You eat the bread and sip the rest of the coffee on the balcony while finishing Foucault. At about 6:30 you start reading a crime novel to the sounds of the birds chirping in the trees. Nice. Maybe it’s time to mount that hammock today? Then it dawns on you: I haven’t gone to bed yet! Darn. Oh well, it was a lovely morning anyways.

Tonight I had the pleasure to meet for the first time and party with Reb Kerstinsdotter, who wrote the academic thesis about Destroyer. We ended up at a party where Robert Stadlober dj’ed.