Travelogue MAR 10

Good morning!
First of all, I met this little friend in Florence last week. He has a little brother who is even cuter but turned out to be all bark but no bite (when i left the shop, he was all bark again! lol).
Sorry for the crazy post yesterday. Actually i’m not sorry. The thing is, every time I write like this, I usually get messages from friends saying that they have felt similar and really glad that someone has “balls” to write their true feelings on facebook. Although you all know I’m a softie under all this rugged exterior! lol
(btw, that photo of the masks and faces yesterday was from this shop in Florence… same place with the little furballs of joy… i will make a post about it later)
This place (FB) can easily become quite monotonous if we let it. Like any place. I’m not justifying negative feelings but I think it might be healthy to get them out now and then if that is what you are really feeling. As long as we are open to change and inviting feedback.
It’s like watching a good movie.
You don’t just wanna see people happy. You want to see them struggle and transform. Think about your favorite films and tell me this is not true. We like transformation. We identify with it. It gives us hope.
If you met me only recently, here’s something you should know: I sometimes disappear.
But I always come back.
Stronger.
Wiser.
Weaker.
More foolish.
With battles scars and comedy.
True wisdom and intelligence is understanding our own foolishness and fallibility which is inherent in the human genetic code.
We are gods walking amongst forgotten saints.
Everyone should have a plus ( + ), minus ( – ) and equal ( = ) in their life. I learned this from a kungfu master.
What does it mean?
Your plus: someone you look up to.
Mentor, teacher, guru. Could also be your higher self.
Your minus: someone who looks up to YOU. Student, disciple, child. Could also be your lower self which you nurture (not hate). Let the monkey have some fun now and then.
Your equal: people who are like you. Friends, peers, social group. Me and You. Again, if you have nobody, read some books and make dead geniuses from history your new best friends.
BONUS points: we can all be each of the above for one another. That’s when the magic happens.
True Love.
Anyways, last night I went out to get some food and walked around the town listening to music. I bought a pack of cigarettes and then a bottle of red wine. I thought i could at least drown my sorrows. But the fuckers learned how to swim! (i stole that line from Bono)
I was glad that I wrote my post because it got me connected to some people I hadn’t heard from in awhile. Suddenly my problems were smaller. I felt like a feather.
There was this drunk british guy at the hostel who was also a musician. We played guitar and piano all night and had some fun. I think he had a little too much though. People who can’t handle their alcohol are annoying! Oh well. I’m sure he had an interesting story that I will never get to hear.
There was also some cute finnish girls who the drunk brit called a bunch of bimbos. It was pretty damn funny… Anyone who was twiddling around with their smartphones he called “fucking millenials”. Haha.
Fear is only love in a cage.
True story.
So the night went on. More songs were sung. Glasses were emptied. I knew I had to get up early for my flight. When I went to bed, drunk brit called me a “fucking cunt”. Lol.
I crashed and slept for about 4 hours. I got up around 6am and jumped in the shower but since I didn’t have any soap or shampoo (or a towel) I had to just use hot water and the bathroom hand towel. Sexy huh?
I decided to give away some of my clothes. No point carrying around all this stuff. Now sipping on a big americano. Feeling that caffeine rush into my body. Drugs… (homer simpson drool)
I am actually excited about going to Malta. I found a really good looking “boutique” hostel that even has luxury studio apartments which I might look into. I’ll let you know how that goes.
I want to write more. Every day. I like Facebook. I think it’s the best blogging platform because everyone is here. And I also want to start doing “walk’n talk” videos. Just gotta get a selfie stick (tourist style)! And buy a guitar so I can play you more of my songs.
Could Malta be the place I record my next album? I have so many songs to record. And new ideas emerging constantly. I don’t even know if the young kids know what an album is anymore.
I love Bob Dylan. Leonard Cohen. Rodriguez.
Their music is poetry with music.
I’d like to rehearse a 1 hour street performance show that includes 50% covers and 50% originals. Keep it really tight. Rehearse it like a master comedian. Same show every time. Hire a jazz band.
I want to record a version of Paul Simon’s The Boxer. Although the song AND the recording is an absolute classic, i think i can make it EVEN better.
But I also want to dance like a native american rain dancer like that scene in Dances With Wolves (kinda like what Jim Morrison started but never finished).
I need a sexy band around me.
World class musicians.
So then I can go nuts on stage.
On the streets.
In your living room.
In your head!
You have no idea what kind of show I have planned in my head.
I want more ritual. More celebration. More religion… in music.
Maybe even some education.
We will tour the world.
Win grammy awards.
“I want what’s coming to me.”
– Scarface
I LOVE love.
I better start moving my viking ass to the airport.

Markus
PS. Suggestion for anyone reading: Find a creative outlet for the REAL YOU. It can be anything. Music. Painting. Dancing. Writing. A process where you can SCREAM. Bleed onto a canvas or screen or song.
Otherwise insanity will take you alive and your empire will slowly start to crumble.
When it does, you will know what love means.