There's no place like home
As I'm sitting home on a Saturday night for the first time in perhaps a year, downloading music and MSNing I came to think of my music taste and how it evolved over the years because of my travels abroad and what songs and bands I associate with some phases in my life.When I was still living in NL, I was mostly into (death) Metal, old 60s rock, Hardcore House, and some lighthearted (but usually tasteless) stuff like the Bloodhound Gang. This is also the last time I bought an album. When I left in 2002, my collection included a Marilyn Manson CD and Green Day CD, both were presents from my mum and grandma at some point. They regretted it quite a bit. :-)
In Sweden, my love for camp flourished, and I was partying usually to Swedish Eurovision Song contest entries. They were oh-so-wrong, but tons of fun anyway. I did get to know a ton of good local bands though. Kent, the Ark, Eskobar, Ceasars palace. The Swedes know their stuff. Did not go to many concerts here though.
In Belgium, I got to know the Flemish artists like Novastar, Ozark Henry, dEUS better. The Belgians don't have that many strengths, but music is one they excel at. Studio Brussels (Flemish national youth radio station) was on all the time and they played some excellent stuff. Went to some great (Myslovitz) and some awful (Norah Jones, don't ask) concerts here. Best of all was U2 though. Still cannot thank Amit enough for that!
In China I did not get to know the local music. Mainly because I thought a pile of crap. Dubbed over Western songs and only realllllllllly poppy stuff. Yuch. So Andrew from Sydney kept me up to date a bit on real music and the Germans kept me up to date on crap music ;-)
This was the first time I really have associated a song with a time (and place) in my life. Every time I hear Bob Sinclair's "Love Generation" I will now think of dancing on the terrace in the rain at Bar Rouge in Shanghai with my friends. The bar set on fire, Moet & Chandon flying everywhere and life being as good as it gets.
Sandra (my coffee maker-colleague-boss-exalted leader) and I cry every time that song comes on the radio.
Bar Rouge........... I miss you!
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