I'm the world famous music journalist(ess) Hilkka Pattila - also a music science drop-out, but not famous for that, since it's common.. I know why men choose this career - it's because of free booze. I'm more into cocktails.
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November really seems to have negative effects on peoples’ mental well-being worldwide and it gets worse as we get closer to the end of the month. My Greek acquaintance has proved to have been even a better case as expected whilst in part I.
He, let’s call him Jorgos, has developed his lunatic behavior to the limit where I (as an expereienced music journalist, who has an extensive understanding of all kind of cultures and folklore per se) have completely lost track.
The story begins in Athens where I got last July with my attorney friend Kaija who works in the entertainment biz and she really is very entertaining! I need her help quite often since I’m prone to go beyond the law..
Kaija had enrolled for a law seminar and I was a hang-around member. Sure I could have seen some effort to look up a nice concert or gig there, but I wasn’t really in the mood. I just needed some time off my own scene. And what comes to Greek music – it doesn’t make any sense to me. Sorry posse and my dear colleague Pirkko Kotirinta who might give me some consultance on the subject. Even Greek folk dance reminds me of my drunk homies. Sorry homies!
Anyway, I and Kaija spent most of the evenings at Guru bar close to our hotel – mostly because of Jorgos, a nice bartender who treated us with a gentle touch. He made as fancy cocktails (e.g. Moscow Mules) and seemed to be a cool guy.
What happens in November? It’s been three months without any contact with Jorgos (we had exchanged email addresses) and suddenly he has realized that I’m the LOVE of his life. Shit! I receive love letters, text messages, photos and other material although I never return his emails. I also told him (with a severe tone) that I’m not available. Doesn’t ring a bell to him. Let’s observe this culture anthropological miracle with a little text sample:
”Hilkka, many times when i listen music ,my music im thinking of you and combine the songs i listen with you
hope to meet you soon
miss you
please respond
please send photos of you
i will call you to talk to you want to listen to your voice
pleasekeep contact
please dont torture me
kisses”
Conclusion:
I will lock myself up into Lil’ Tony’s Dark room where I can’t see any men. Seven hours is way too little. Wake me up when the flowers grow in the yard of Kuudeslinja and the sun shines in Helsinki rock city.
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