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Projections are my thing! I really like to do it! Oh yes, there is something to projection somewhere, the water in my mouth runs together! Fortunately, this is also easy for a pop fan, because stuff to projection is being produced. There are always new cultural products that are designed in such a way that we can identify too easily that longings are awakened, accompanying needs arise or satisfied.
For me, just like for many other people in my generation, this naturally provided the US culture. At some point it was determined that it is now “” and we said: Yes, please. The parents and intellectuals as superficial garbage repeatedly rejected, everything that came from America, as we called the USA, was higher for us. The people, their magazines, their films, series, music, clothes, the country on which they lived, cool cool Obercool. We wanted pieces of it, in doll form, CD form, pocket shape, what do I know, everything stops.
We moved in with you. In their sitcom living rooms, their streets, their offices, their pubs and bars, their restaurants. We lived in confusing our reality with their show, language, looks, perspectives … I can’t say safely with some of my habits and character traits what I am and what US figures sown in me. Maybe that’s also sausage, you always got it somewhere.
I always knew I had to go, see if it is all real or just a cardboard backdrop that immediately falls over when you anti -pushing it. Of course, it was always all the absurd because a huge waters were between a distant world known and this world. The biggest obstacle was the incredible extent of ashes, which was probably needed to only be added. 1000 euros and 1 million euros were always about the same for me-and that was exactly what cost a trip to the USA, so it was more incredible when I could afford it and suddenly held a new passport in my hands and it was suddenly grasp close.
In June I was traveling in this country by train, the radiance of which was not so great for me for a long time – you got older, got to know more, became political, sawing lies, had principles and so stuff. But look at it again, right now, see what works, who is trying what how? It looks like it. Because of the time shift, the column only comes now, I on the sorry.
And yes, I said: train because I imagined it about this:
Spoiler: It wasn’t like that! But not that bad either.
When you arrive, in this world, she pretends that she would know you as well as you can. As if she had been watching you on TV for decades. It is really like in the song by Taylor Swift, which you can do in the same city by every rickshaw: “Welcome to New York, It’s Been Waiting for You.” Hello How are you nice make-up how can i help you honey babe have a nice day you’re welcome Thanks you Thank you you you’Re welcome you. Mmmmh, delicious a lot of projection material for an Ossi who grew up with the fact that people largely say that you should go away, and fix. However, the extent of the netting varies, depending on the part of the country you are in, how many tourists there are, how dependent you are, how much stress you are exposed to after time of day, and sometimes everything falls together.
But it’s true, you don’t stay alone, you are talked to and fully talked and queried if you sit down only too long somewhere. One was demonstrated and celebrated from a distance, among other things by “cheers”. A place of longing as from the beech or series.
Since I was also in Boston and learned that there was a pub that was the model for the series and still exists (including museum), I had to go. While other children and job requests developed, I developed the desire for a clique with which I would always meet in the pub (or similar). Of course, role models were “Cheers”, “Friends”, “How I Met Your Mother” and so on. Someone always comes in that you either know, love or find fun. But they are all nearby, everyone comes and can come, we have a so -called Neighbourhood, we do not live completely distributed in the city, depending on where we can afford a booth, no, we all in this together.
The funny thing: I then stood in front of the “Cheers” pub and did not come in, it was just closed. The opening times were too baby -like. But the promising trailer music was nevertheless in front of the door (“Sometimes You Wanna Go / where everybody knows your name / and they’re always glad you come”). So I was trapped in the “Cheers” between the world, it was a kind of Schrödinger’s “Cheers”. Everyone knows my name / nobody knows my name.
I continued to another pair of blocks, my feet hurt. I met three nice men who told me that this pub was actually like that from the “Cheers” series and you knew everyone here, Neigbourhood and such. The funny now: they didn’t know each other at all, even though they were supposedly here. So is that just a narrative again? Sure, of course! Nobody knows your name, or you just forget it after five minutes.
And yet: all the pop culture associations and places, they magically attracted me … Ally McBeal’s office in Boston-Think about boys, the fountain in Chicago from the intro of “Married with Children” (it was naturally called “a terribly nice family”)-Hotdog Essen, boat driving between the Niagara cases-the marriage application from Mr. Sheffield of His “Nanny”, Motown love in Detroit and pass by “Mom’s Spaghetti”, the French Quarter in New Orleans, oh yes, of course, you know from “Interview with a vampire”, in New York, the houses of Carrie Bradshaw, the one from “Friends”, the Sheffields, the Met Steps, I know from “Gossip Girl”, Central Park, the Central Park, the Central Park, And “Kevin – alone in New York” – and everything anyway, entrance to Atlanta, of course with “Midnight Train to Georgia” from the headphones and then a lot of usher.
Fortunately, there was more than enough time for the current and, above all, real world. A punk concert in the park, a gospel concert in a museum, several Juneteenth celebrations, pride events, the anti-Ice protests, industrial strects, solidarity demos, vigils against wars, anti-fascist protest camps, progressive art, performance, queer and anti-racist struggles and visibility at every corner, fuck trump and and … While in this country it has almost been manifested in the past few months that they do nothing over there, they do a lot over there. You only see nothing in the cinema and in the charts. You don’t have to fly there, but take a closer look. Sabrina Carpenter and Benson Boone may try to maintain the projection certificate with all the might, but nobody falls into that …
Or maybe …
Oh yes, on my last evening in Boston I came into the “Cheers” bar. It was actually the only time on my journey that I didn’t get into a conversation with absolutely anyone.
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