Yesterday a week ago I bought the last ticket at the Tickeline for the Antwerp concert of Anthony and the Johnsons. My seat was way up on the balcony of the Queen Elisabeth Hall among 1999 other souls but A. made me feel he was there especially for me. When he asked me if he could help i couldn’t respond though because the crowd was in between, i’m sorry to admit this. A. sometimes stopped the concert to talk important issues and he even gave an impromptu feminist lecture. I sure like the way A. was trying out new ways to bring his songs and vision for an audience; as if he’s inventing it on the spot. He’s a natural talent.

 23/03/09 A. in Antwerp

This is it! Fearless and Free after smoking Weed. Everything is Perfect as it is. A bright Future without Loneliness. The worst thing that can happen is some Freak butchering me, not very likely since i’m quite alone at the Moment. At a strange Time in a quiet Place on my very Own. In Fact i’m the Freak but not in a butchering Way. In The Crying Light of Antony and the Johnsons I’m in Contact with myself, in Swing with Time. Love is a winning Game!