holmesshadows

“Everything good in my head is formed on the land. I have an apartment in Berlin, but sometimes Berlin gets me down. So I live a lot in my village, up North, between Schwerin and Wismar. Many of my friends who are here with us on tour live there too. My father is long dead. But my mother lives there. My daughter, Nele and her son, little Fritz is often there. We are one big family. I fish. I hunt. I stare at the lake. I sleep at night in the forest and listen. I listen to nature. Terrific, what you hear at night in the forest. It’s indescribably beautiful. I hate noise. I hate chatter. I expose myself to it, which is then pure masochism. And then I must protect myself from it. Noise drives you crazy. You’ll die in it.”

Everything good in my head is formed on the land. I have an apartment in Berlin, but sometimes Berlin gets me down. So I live a lot in my village, up North, between Schwerin and Wismar. Many of my friends who are here with us on tour live there too. My father is long dead. But my mother lives there. My daughter, Nele and her son, little Fritz is often there. We are one big family. I fish. I hunt. I stare at the lake. I sleep at night in the forest and listen. I listen to nature. Terrific, what you hear at night in the forest. It’s indescribably beautiful. I hate noise. I hate chatter. I expose myself to it, which is then pure masochism. And then I must protect myself from it. Noise drives you crazy. You’ll die in it.”