getting the band together again

in sunnier times

Jarrod’s not playing, so it might be weird to keep calling it Old Braunfels. Who knows, though. It’s a good name for a band in Munich, whose members predominantly come from Texas.

Playing the guitar surrounding by sixties design wallpaper in Lisel’s front room

However, we’ve got something else going on and Vancouver Michael will most likely have a considerable impact. Nina Kuhlig, who you might remember from the Blue February show two years ago will sing some originals, as well as one or two classics.

Have you ever noticed that the best songs tend to be sad and full of human suffering? We’ve noticed it, as well. We LURVE those songs.

The evening will be chock full of melancholic love songs. We’d love to have a place for lonely Valentine’s to congregate and revel in their plight.

We might even be able to entice Carlos Köhler, who was with us a few years back, to bring his bass up on stage and play with us. He’s one of the best local bass players I know, so it’d be a treat. We’ll see.

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we’re getting the band together again

Come let me make your February a bit bluer


Despite being inundated with ridiculous romcoms and even sillier pop songs, a rather boisterous part of me has resisted romantic love for a good part of my adult life. I remember at some point reading  that Frank Zappa quipped that he thought the expectations people had of romance actually killed any hope of that love could even occur.

To avoid any misunderstandings, I’ve bandied about plenty of assertions of ‘I love you‘ and I’m certainly not averse to getting intimate with someone I find particularly attractive. However, I find a lot of what we’re sold as ‘love’ in our society to be a heavy dose of illusion. More importantly, I think because so many stories that promote love and romance have such an unrealistic hue, that people in real, live relationships often find they don’t live up to the hype of romance that’s promised in popular culture.

Which is perhaps part of why I’ve tended to gravitate to melancholy love songs and stories of unrequited love. Well aware that I’m not alone, I’ve read plenty of accounts of people who feel particularly gloomy when others are celebrating Valentine’s Day.

Some send and receive chocolate and flowers on this special day, while I’ve tended to mock the whole thing from afar and think there must be better days of the year to express your affectionate feelings. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve tried to get into the spirit of what I’ve often assumed is a Hallmark inspired conspiracy, and I’ve certainly enjoyed trying to find that special gift that showed my sentiment without being too sentimental.

This time around, though? I’ve actually decided to share my love of melancholy music and am putting on a show called Blue February. It won’t be all doom and gloom, as I’m sure no one wants to be depressed as they leave the Hofspielhaus, where the whole thing’s going down.

Instead, my plan is to offer some sad songs interspersed with a mix of hopeful ones, as well. I’ve heard it said that those most vocally resistant to love are the ones who secretly hope for it the most.

Furthermore, the silliest love songs seem to mean more when one is swept up in the whirl of romantic love, so get out and hear music made by one of love’s most unwilling converts.

Come let me make your February a bit bluer, and perhaps you’ll even start to believe what the poets and the greeting card companies have been trying to sell us all along.

Follow this link to buy tickets: Verliebt in Melancholie – lovesongs 


you might even have more to offer when you eventually find a willing partner in crime


stolen kisses
These two certainly seem to like one another. Can’t last, I hear you saying. 

Each year this day rolls around, and as happy as I might be in my private life, I still find myself drawn to the most  bitter posts and articles about Valentine’s Day. It’s simply easier to be a cynic when it comes to this sort of thing. 

Yet last year we went to Verona & saw Juliet’s balcony, which apparently they had to build after the fact because tourists kept showing up asking where her balcony was. Great food, which is to be expected, and some of the best ice cream I’ve ever had (if you’re ever there, try the ginger flavour), but of course while meandering round Verona, you can’t help but be drawn to thoughts of love. Eros. The big delusion. 

Plenty of people I know genuinely loath this day, though. A reminder that they’re just not measuring up when it comes to the model of romantic love that we’re fed from every direction. Love yourself? Treasure your solitude? 

Actually, those are fantastic goals. Undoubtedly many of my best moments were when I eventually stopped trying to live up to others’ picture of how things should be. Don’t like being alone? So what? Try it anyway. Not only might you be glad you did, but you might even have more to offer when you eventually find a willing partner in crime

The most undeniable thing I’ve learned from my experiences with the above? Well, I certainly wouldn’t want to be paired up with the likes of me. There’s always that, isn’t there?