When I was a teenager Robert Stadlober, Matthias Schweighöfer or Daniel Brühl used to play in movies commissioned by German TV station Pro7. In those films they spent time in woods, gardens, at boarding schools or in some parents basements at parties asking themselves how the whole adulthood might work. Back then these were exactly the questions I kept asking myself. All this was made that little bit sweeter as I fondly connect those times and movies to their soundtracks. Badly Drawn Boy, Elliott Smith, Slut, The Notwist or Pavement still color those memories in summery yellow, orange and green.
These days I ask myself at times if I don’t want to return to those days. Everything was so much simpler then. And is live as an adult really as cool as I imagined it back then? Don’t I just want to get rid of all my responsibilities and just live day by day? Then you hear a song like Hungover by Burkini Beach. And you close your eyes for three minutes. You go back to those days for three intimate minutes. It takes me back to the swimming pool where we spent most of our summer in. Back to the evenings next to the Rhein river where we used to hang around. Where I kissed some girls late at night. Where I got drunk with my friends. Where I poured my heart out to other friends. It takes me back to the first nights at the pub next to the train station. Back to all the plans we made there. Back to how we thought we had this whole life thing figured out already.
Then I open my eyes again and I am happy for all those memories and the nostalgia. I am happy Burkini Beach brought them back. I am thankful. Very thankful. But as my eyes stroll back to my laptop screen and my office table I am sure that the here and now is a pretty awesome place as well. Thank you Burkini Beach.