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I'm just a sociologist astonished by the marvelous sense of humor of the universe! So, why not be a bad hat?

Thursday, October 21, 2010

An 'Ally' remark: theme songs


This city sounds like a full song of Bloc Party sometimes. Maybe it's because they already have more than a couple of songs about Berlin :o) But apart from those songs dedicated to Berlin, the city makes me feel that I'm already a part of their songs – with its lyrics and notes. Sometimes when my IPod's battery is dead, I inevitably hear the city – not the people around – U-Bahn, S-Bahn, buses, and of course sirens. People – except nuts – are relatively silent here. I mean, they talk but can't be heard, and I don't know whether it is because of the acoustic of the city in general or the characteristic of the language/society. I think my brain has an attempt to protect me from that unbearable silence and makes me hear theme songs if I don't have a physical access to music. In such moments, the theme songs have usually been some tracks from Bloc Party. OK, I should admit that these songs are from the album A Weekend In the City; so, it's pretty understandable why I ever chose them for Berlin. But, it's not only lyrics. I hear Bloc Party when I listen to Berlin (Istanbul'u dinliyorum gözlerim kapalı :P). Friedrichstrasse, Nordbahnhof, Warschauer Strasse, Rosenhalter Platz, Potsdamer Platz and even Bernauer Strasse – each has a specific riff or a full track from the band. 
Hochgeladen von Yonafunu.

Sometimes I hear Flaming Lips, JamieT and The Kooks as well, and the last two should, in fact, sound to me of course more England rather than Germany. Similarly, it is also strange that I can't hear Parov Stelar (they have a song named Lost in Amsterdam), or Kings of Convenience at least, as the theme song of Amsterdam. Instead, Phoenix (especially Run Run Run), that hadn’t even have a place in my Holland IPod list, echoes in my ears whenever I think about Amsterdam.
Actually, JamieT gives some courage, or let's say an overplayed confident body language – tough girl with that look saying meddle if you want trouble –, while walking/ riding my bike through Moabit, the neighborhood I'm living in. The Kooks visits my ears generally when I leave the library with a satisfaction due to studying whole day – the girl working on her thesis (as if it will save the world at the end), who has never (even for once) regretted that three years ago she left a man, like whom, she knows, nobody will love her again, is moving in her own way. (Have you ever met with a woman's rationality: leaving the man and having success must always be in tune with each other). And (I'm sorry, maybe some of you will find it blatantly unauthentic), there comes Flaming Lips whenever I hear the sirens of the distancethat bugs me indeed. Still, they become the theme song for those moments, and after the sirens moving away, I declare a short term peace between me and my existentialist concerns.
For each city I visited, I have a special theme song. But Berlin, she deserves more than one. She is the one that has made real most of the songs, bands, and artists I like. While struggling with her (we have a love-hate relationship), or while hiding from her at home, these guys always stand/walk beside me. But not so seriously as you imagine. I mean, I make generally geyik* with them in my head like I do with some dead smart-ass guys (like Foucault). If I run serious talks with them, I would be more depressed. Their duty is to entertain me.

*make geyik: org. “geyik yapmak”. It's a Turkish phrase to define nonsense but funny conversation. In German, there is a word corresponding this action more or less; viz. quatschen. Yet, the nuance is in that “geyik” must be funny, must make a funny sense from nonsense. 'It “requires hell of a wit too!” ' says aysec., while “twisting and turning things” in the meaning of a word or a concept. But what's more funny is that the real meaning of “geyik” is "deer". What a sheer nonsense, isn't it?




Bloc Party – Kreuzberg (R3volve Remix)


Tuesday, October 12, 2010

the first remark



For two days, I've tried to decide on which language this blog should be written in. Then I made my decision: it would be whichever I’d like. That means, in three languages, sometimes at the same time, I'll try to write something in this space of mine - Turkish, English, and German. For the expression of some instants, of some moments, is too precious to be let blurred due to any loss in translation.
Writing a blog, writing anything to publish, has been a project that I had postponed for a long time. I've always wondered why people write a blog that nobody but the blogger would give any shit about indeed. I could not reconcile myself to the thought of writing a blog where I would share my thoughts or feelings. But then I realized that I have already had a facebook and a twitter account where I have already written statuses, uploaded cheesy photos, shared some links that actually nobody but I give any shit about. Why do we have so many 'personalized' spaces connecting us to others through a network system. That's all because of our 'everlasting' desire to be recognized, the desire for the recognition of our existence. It's not, in fact, something to be ashamed of since all our actions and measures already have this motto.
In order to feel our existence, someone else other than us has to feel our existence in the first place and make us aware of that they recognize that existence of ours. Otherwise, the existence felt by the self alone does not mean so much to us as it would become a schizoid situation. If nobody but you can feel that you exist, then you don't exist in 'real'. In fact, the more we hide ourselves, or a part of ourselves, from other people, the more we lose the sense of our, or of that part of our, existence. That's why people write books, make some discoveries and make them public with their names; that's why some people make music and give concerts; some make demonstrations in order to be politically recognized; some kill serially as a way to leave a signature; some simply cry to be heard; or some get promiscuous to have even an instantaneous meaning for someone else. Of course, there are some other ways to make one feel his/her own existence on one’s own; like, bungee-jumping, which would pump up one's adrenaline that help you to feel the existence of your body, only through that human beings can be alive in physical term. Yet, it's a short-term way of feeling that you're alive since the effect of adrenaline does not last so long as you can feel it till death, or after death :O).
The most superficial explanation of that is becoming a couple and having a child maybe. The concept of family - doesn't matter whether in the form of an institution, or in that of 'love-cage' - evokes the very evidence of one's existence by producing numerous frames of happy pictures, and child(ren) as a genetic and social proof; by building a home (both literally and figuratively); by possessing properties and rights to pass on to the next generation - all of which would be the very evidence of one's existence even after his/her death.
All that rush around us (some call it 'life' :P) and those newly developed and developing network systems connecting us and the spaces we created and think as a piece, or a form, of us serve to fulfill only one task: to fulfill the desires of 'existence' in 'real'. Nonetheless, this bullshitting above is not a new discovery I present but a legitimization for my future 'blogging'.