{"id":664,"date":"2015-02-19T14:45:22","date_gmt":"2015-02-19T14:45:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/?p=664"},"modified":"2015-02-19T14:45:22","modified_gmt":"2015-02-19T14:45:22","slug":"just-months","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/?p=664","title":{"rendered":"Just months&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>after the Wall came down, I was in a backing band on a Golden Oldie tour, with a high-rise hotel room to myself overlooking Alexanderplatz. I was greenhorn lonely and homesick until The Troggs took me under their wing. Out for a walk with Reg Presley, we cut through a casino lobby, trying to get out of the cold. I&#8217;ve never known a summer in Berlin, each time I&#8217;ve been there&#8217;s that raw wind blowing and the trees bare and brown. Presley was telling me about crop circles and other reality irregularities; I think he ended up writing a book about them. It was before he made a pile from royalties on one of his love songs, before he could say no to the Euro gigs if he didn&#8217;t feel like going. We killed an hour at the casino bar, waiting for the bus. And I remember thinking, this is pretty cool. A quarter century later, I stumble out from the U-Bahn exit with my kids hunting for a tram connection. We disturb a Japanese film crew, furtive &#8211; no permits &#8211; in the dark, get shushed and waved away, and I see the hotel and the tower against the winter sky and I remember. I don&#8217;t feel as though any of what&#8217;s happened has been under my control. And I wouldn&#8217;t change a thing. It rolls by. Until the next time, Alexanderplatz.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/tower.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" size-full wp-image-665 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/tower.jpg\" alt=\"tower\" width=\"443\" height=\"640\" srcset=\"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/tower.jpg 443w, https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/tower-208x300.jpg 208w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 443px) 100vw, 443px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>after the Wall came down, I was in a backing band on a Golden Oldie tour, with a high-rise hotel room to myself overlooking Alexanderplatz. I was greenhorn lonely and homesick until The Troggs took me under their wing. Out for a walk with Reg Presley, we cut through a casino lobby, trying to get [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-664","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-henry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/664","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=664"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/664\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":666,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/664\/revisions\/666"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=664"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=664"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=664"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}