It must be a sign that your leading a monotonous life, when your days repeat themselves even with the same coincidental circumstances. This day it was, as the day before: overslept, left for work without any breakfast/coffee, and a workday where the overhours were mercifully called off again. I'm not complaining, though, I just find it amazing. After all, Wednesday is my last day of work before my weekends, so it's accompanied with a feeling of relief.
And every Wednesday night I meet my pal Gerhard at the pub, a tradition that's almost 20 years old by now, so it's a grand way to end a working week. This time our friend Ralf joined us, and we had several hours talking about cinema and music.
The topics this time were John Coltrane and Ornette Coleman, Merzbow's early works, a new Pere Ubu album, which is a live album of old concerts, but in a rarely documented lime-up, and the death of Rowland S. Howard, best known as the guitarist of Nick Cave's Bad Seeds.
We also talked about Inglourious Basterds, made our jokes about the new Joseph Vilsmaier's new movie Nanga Parbat and the death of Eric Rohmer. All in all a great evening as usual.
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