I'm a stainspotter. Everywhere I go I spot stains. I watch their rise and fall. I make a note in my little stainless book of their length and width, their depth, their colour and smell. I write down when they were made, what they're made of and who was the stainer and the stainee. I draw a little picture of what (must have) happened. I observe how people try to (usually in vain) remove or hide them. I dream about the secret lives of the stains. How they destroy days that began so beautiful, spoil dinners, demolish relationships and careers. I know it's an obsession. But it's a rich and rewarding one. And someday I hope I can use my knowledge to better the world.
I would definitely like to meet myself when I'm dead. I'll have a chat with myself. Say, hi, how are you doing now? How's death treating you? It becomes you, no really (you must lie to yourself to make yourself feel good). So sunnyboy, looking back, are you satisfied? You are? You did everything right? Are you nuts? What do you mean you had a wonderful woman, great kids, the best friends, great parents, you made such beautiful artworks, you made a great Jambalaya? Man, everybody forgot about you immediately when you were gone. Hahaha, you think you were really such a great guy? Everybody loved you? The whole world still worships the ground you walked on? You're everybody's hero? The pope himself said you're a saint and thousands of women swore to celibacy after your death? Yeah, right. And now you're going to tell me that good old Frankie sings I did it Mat's way all day long in heaven? He does? You're a big fish in heaven? Oh, okay, I understand. You signed a contract to leave your brain behind when you entered paradise. Being in heaven is being braindead. Well, give me a call when you think you're Jezus and you come back to life again...
Sweep me of my feet and I'm yours. Slow and sweet, passionate exotic, mellow soul, Hungarian hoppa hoppa, Don't feel right by The Roots, j'veux du Soleil by Les Negresses Vertes, Funk soul brother by Fat Boy Slim, The Matthäus Passion by Bach, my friends band Scram C Baby, Un año de Amor by Luz Casal, Paradiso by Jan Rot, Mourir dámour by Aznavour/Company Secundo, Ice cream man song by Jonathan Richman, Mario Lanza, Het werd zomer van Rob de Nijs, Walk on by by Cake, schenkt man sich Rozen in Tirol, Sag' beim abschied leise servus, Zij gelooft in mij van André Hazes, stil in my van van Dikhout, de Waarheid van Marco Borsato, Jasmina a black woman (Jazz), getting stronger by the Sugarbabes, Big dick by nomeansno, Havana Moon by Chuck Berry, es sajelair geboare (carnival song Elsloo), Ik hou van jou van Herman van Veen, The Pulp Fiction beginning song by Dick Dale and the cover by Black Eyed Peas, Mozarts Requiem, Thats Amore by Dean Martin, The Messenger by Daniel Lanoïs, and more.
It's a wonderful life (by Frank Capra), it's the greates film ever made.Pulp Fiction. Scrooge (A Christmas Carol)all six versions. Tampopo. Kids. Miracoli di Milano. Falling down. And more.
Yes. Throw me away in dreamland, tears, laughter, sex, violence, sweat, drama, excitement and beauty and a bag of crisps and a ranja. And my beautiful Beppie Babe beside me.
"Mädchen", "Binno", "Hart", "Longelie in de Tafel". 4 novels I wrote (Longelie in co-authorship with JohnCees Smit). "Het korte potlood", which I'm writing now. And the next one I'm going to write. (more about the manuscripts: www.tamminga-vaassen.nl)I'm looking for a publisher for these books. Contact me if you are interested or you know a publisher that would be interested. Original language of the novels is Dutch.
Mädchen, Binno, Hart and Kris, 4 anti-heroes, 4 heroes, 4 losers, 4 people strugling, 4 of flesh and blood, 4 not real, 4 main characters in my novels. And Beppie, Sam and Tika and JohnCees and Pim and Joni and Harrie and Ria. And my mom. My real people.