I saw an icecream truck on the streets today. It's a sign.

The neighbor saga continues: After listening to death metal for 3 hours, the upstairs neighbour sends the downstairs neighbor an envelope filled with Anthrax.

I need to find out where Ingrid Caven performs, this woman is amazing...
Just saw her in Mother K�sters Goes To Heaven, her songs were true highlights. This movie is a comedy. In a Fassbinder kind of way.

Here is a story.
There are two neighbors, upstairs and downstairs. Initially they don't know anything about each other, they don't care about each other. It turns out that the downstairs neighbor has extremely bad taste in music. He also is a musician and "works" in his apartment. And he likes to work late. Particularly on music with lots of bass, the kind that neither earplugs nor floors nor carpets will block. The upstairs neighbor starts developing irregular heartbeat, due to the constant subliminal vibration. The upstairs neighbor also starts developing feelings of hatred. The two of them have never met, by the way. One day, it is years after they both moved in, the upstairs neighbor confronts the downstairs neighbor. We'd now expect a happy ending, but far from it. They get into a horrible fight. Just short of physical fighting. The upstairs neighbor feels hostility seeping through the door of Apt. 4F whenever he passes by. The music has become even louder. The upstairs neighbor puts on heavy boots and begins to "dance" to the rhythm of the music downstairs, that's what it's therefore after all. He is certain the downstairs neighbor wants his death.
That's where it's at right now, to be continued.

That's what I look like when I get woken up in the middle of the night. What a great picture!