It's been quite some time that I started working on this site and now I have come to the conclusion, that it's will take some considerable time more, than it has already taken. Sorry for that... but still: enjoy.

For now I leave you with the text of Jim Morrisons poem New Black Polished Chrome. And now that you are reading this... please do contact me through this link: roelandbeers@xs4all.nl

love.... roeland beers, alkmaar netherlands - a.k.a. freudsigmund

The music was new, black polished chrome and came over the summer like liquid night. The DJ's took pills to stay awake and play for seven days. They went to the studio and someone knew him; Someone knew the TV showman. He came to our homeroom party and played records. And when he left in the hot noon sun and walked to his car, he saw the choocks had written F-U-C-K on his windshield. He wiped it off with a white rag and smiling cooley drove away. He's rich. Got a big car.