• Let's go crash cassette recorders

    THE SEA
  • While UB boy was still scanning the schoolyard for colourful girls, a friend slid in his life. As the Oxford English Dictionary defines: “slide (slid, slidden) Move smoothly along a surface”. And so Peter smoothly slid his motorbike along the asphalt. What an entry!

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  • December 5th 1980, Medemblikstraat Den Haag   On my way to school, not far away from where I then lived, I noticed a group of bystanders when I turned into the Medemblikstraat. An accident had happened. A heavy motor apparently hit a car and scorched the asphalt, it’s knight impacted the road meters away. I didn’t join the group and cycled on. When I arrived at school I overheard people talking about some guy that didn’t make it to school that day.

    Three years later when I met Peter at a game of chess in the schoolyard,

  • I found out it was him lying on the street that morning, a bit further away from where he lived. That explained my memory of him having these sticks to walk with back then. From then on we recognized each other as schoolmates. As it was my last year at school, it wasn’t clear yet we would continue seeing each other.

    A month after I left school and got on bus 14 at the Valkenbosplein in the direction of the beach. Working my way to a seat I met Peter by accident. He invited me at his place and that sealed our friendship.

  • Peter van Driel is the name of a true friend whom UB Boy met in the early eighties. They found each other in humour and spirit. As UB Boy, Peter creates and records beautiful music mostly instrumental. His skills to write and also manipulate language though are outstanding and have his major interest. The song ‘The Stranger’ he did give words. A song about true love. Listen to it on his full page.

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  • The Sea - December 1985
    Let's go crash cassette recorders
    Peter, listen to me. You're my friend, aren't you. There is something I never told you, I'm sane! Long ago I saw you throw a spear. Not bad at all. It's just sad that no-one cared. Even the spear did not return. Let's go crash cassette recorders one for you and one for me. Let's go dying, just for fun, me a few times, you a few times. Hanging in curtains, like Edward does. He's still looking for the spear you threw away. A dark morning by accident, I glimpsed you scattered all over the street. A lot of eyes spearing you, though no-one cared. So let's forget it. Let's go crash cassette recorders one for you and one for me. Let's go dying, just for fun, me a few times, you a few times. Peter, pass me the coffee. And let’s drink the morning away. Peter, listen to me. You're my friend, aren't you. Don’t you worry, cause I know: We’re sane! Let's go crash cassette recorders lots for you and lots for me. Let's go dying, just for fun, me a few times, you a few times.