While I was having my mornings coffee in a little me-alone-session on the stairs in front of the shack, I checked out a few Hive posts. Besides noticing that my circle of reads is a bit narrow when I'm travelling (I didn't find the following on peakD for the keychain browser, just my personal list...), I also realized that it was Saturday already. Going back home tomorrow. A needed break this was.
I was looking at the latest pictures from Azircons travel blog, and he put a song at the end instantly reminded me of Black Pumas. I love that style. Not sure how it's called, though. But it's great to listen to on a Saturday morning while sipping some coffee, staring at the jungle while listening to the ocean waves crashing behind me.
Yesterday I was cooking. Before I realized that I had a SD card full of music inserted in my phone, I went through my very short Spotify download library. Haydn is no cooking music. Neither is Anna Ternheim. And Lily's "Sleep Well" playlist, well... But there was this one album.
I'm not as easy anymore to get hooked on new songs. I'm old enough now that I need everything to have some connection with what I like, with my nostalgia in some way. The live-album by Billy Talent checks that, as I was just in my Punk Rock phase when "Billy Talent II" hit, and it hit me hard.
The Live at Festhalle Frankfurt was not only in Germany, which is somewhat sympathetical by itself, but is also a quite perfect live album. The last one I liked that much was "Live in Texas" by Linkin Park. I don't think Mumford & Sons ever made a live album like that, they'd be top of my list instantly I guess. Anyway, here's the closing song, which I hadn't listened to in any version before stumbling on the album.
And to end things, another Punkrock band that I grew to like a lot especially that album. The name alone is great - PUP (Pathetic Use of Potential). The first song from the album "The Dream is over" is about what we call "Lagerkoller" in German, and the translator says "Cabin Fever" as translation. Not sure if that's correct. I've felt that many times, travelling with great friends - but after a while, they start to really get on your nerves, and viceversa, without doing anything different. It's a phase that couples live through after moving in together, too, the phase of really knowing the other and with that becoming aware of the bad behind the good - an adaption phase that not every love survives.
I hope I got it all right. Writing on the keychain browser is somewhat different than my laptop. This is for the #saturdayselections where 
