Foto von David Daub
'Falls du die nächsten Jahre noch nichts fix geplant hast, dann wohn bei mir.'
One crappy Instagram picture of GERARD at Palaverama Festival, Gmünd, 1 August 2014 (plus a bonus romantic incident involving a GERARD BAG at U3 Volkstheater, Vienna, 4 August 2014)
I didn’t bring my Gerard bag with me to Palaverama. It was a lovely evening anyway, but the loveliest things happen when I am carrying it. Case in point:
Yesterday, as I was waiting for the U3 at Volkstheater, a guy tapped me on the shoulder and showed me his smartphone with the Blausicht album playing on his Spotify. Then he gesticulated towards my Gerard bag, said “Hi, I couldn’t help but notice…”, and afterwards he asked for my number.
Did I ever write about how it was Gerard and Nvie Motho who first introduced me to the term “bumpfist” and how I initially thought it was called “bampfi”? When I told this guy I wasn’t entirely available at the moment, as his U3 going in the opposite direction came into the station, he said “too bad” - I said “great taste in music though” - and then we fistbumped.