In 1991 I started listening to Kraftwerk and Pet Shop Boys, two bands which led me to techno. This album introduced me to the wonderful world of electronic music. In 1991 I also started studying German and started making plans to move here, plans made by a 13 year old though.
Johan and our friend Ben drinking beer in the afternoon. In 1991 me and my friends started organizing discos which we called rave parties.
In 1991 I spent much of my time at home listening to music and writing in my journals, sometimes 15-20 pages a day. For christmas I got my stereo with vinyl player, cd player and cassette player of which I’m still using the amplifier, it is one of the most wonderful gift I ever got.
This dog was carrying a book on his way to the bar, then he lied down completely chilled. A rat passed by, stayed in front of the dog and stared, before it ran away. The dog couldn’t care less. In 1991 I was as obsessed with dogs as I am now.
In 1991 I planned to be a translator or teacher in German. I dreamed of being an artist of some sort, but around me this didn’t exist as a reality and everyone told me I had to study like an idiot and “become something important” which for them didn’t mean working in art. I’m so glad I eventually didn’t listen to them (after studying 7 languages…).
In 1991 I was dancing like crazy at our parties and at around 16 years of age I thought I was too old to do this. I became a serious and boring person with an inner monster who wanted to get out. This monster didn’t get out until I was by number much older than 13. One thing you learn by getting older, is that you’re never really getting old unless you choose to.
I think the Sandra of 1991 would be very happy of where I am today.