True story!!? Holger never excepts less than 30, 000 from me so I don't believe you!

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You only think music is boring because you obviously never spent time at the Horst und Renate bar off the Reeperbahn, because if you had - well, you would've been thrilled to hear a drunken Horst serenading Holger and Su(gar) by singing into a vodka bottle as a substitute for a microphone. I think it was an Italian song, but I could be wrong.



At some point that evening Holger said to me, "I hate music." For the life of me, i can't honestly recall if this was before or after Horst's performance.



This is a true story. Why don't you believe me? Ask Holger if you don't. I pay him 20.000 Euros a week to confirm all of my stories.

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You disagree? Then take a listen to the blizzard of rubbish available on the radio and TV, in the press and on CD. Anything even half-way decent gets buried under this pile of mush. A pox on marketers. Bah! Humbug!!!

Well, I pay him in Czukay dollars - the currency of the future, and next in line when the Euro inevitably fails. Soon kids from Budapest to Calais will be clutching banknotes with Holger's picture on them, waving them in the face of the ice cream man. Just wait and see.



Holger is very flattered to recieve money from me with his own picture on it. That way he can buy lots of copies of his own CDs.



Another true story: I once tried to order CDs from Stockhausen Verlag by paying in Czukay Dollars. I'm still waiting for my package to arrive, Herr Stockhausen ... where is it?! Did you spend those Czukay Dollars all in one place?