I just realised the real reason why I should have been a teenager in the late 50’s: Ricky Nelson. What the eff was I thinking when I was born in 1987? Ricky wasn’t even on this planet anymore by then, he already died in 1985, on new years eve, in a plane crash, as tragic as it gets. I guess that I missed a lot while growing up in the 90’s. Ricky Nelson. He basically is the forgotten Elvis. Oh my, what a voice. And without being superficial, he is the best looking man I have ever seen.
You should all order this album with his greatest love songs. It just makes me want to laugh and cry - and run away to Barcelona.
I never really blogged, even on myspace I find a hard time talking about what I did recently. And honestly, I don’t think anyone reads blogs anyways, unless they are like really, really good. Where literary geniuses and total hipsters meet, I just don’t feel like I belong. But hey, I just realised, I could at least give it a try. Maybe there are parts of me that I haven’t discovered yet. Maybe it is all just too late, and I am too old for this. When I was 15 I had a blog, I remember, but it was very much personal, it didn’t really have an arty theme, I wasn’t writing about anything profound. It was a public diary. And to tell the truth, I hate people who just write about themselves. NOW I am part of this community. Wow. It feels like a great beginning… So this is going to be a personal blog with some art of mine, photographs and music, sketches and recommendations, idol worship and fashion admiration, lot’s of color sorting and pious hope. I hope you will be in it with me… To be continued. - A.