Sunday Music

I do not want this Sunday to end. Because after Sunday Monday. And again I will work with my regular colleague. (I could put every word of the last sentence in quotation marks, even the “And”). Fittingly I see lightning in the far Eastern distance, silent. “Fittingly”, because it illustrates the possibility of a still remote, but already visible confrontation, the chance of flying sparks is undeniably real.
So I searched for Sunday Music. From ZAPPA to Cesar FRANK, from strange 1970 garage rockers to Gentle Giant. Today’s Sunday Music is the title Pot Au Feu by Deliah DERBYSHIRE (1937-2001) (Ger., Eng.) from 1968. (She was a kind of colleague of Daphne ORAM (1925-2003) (Ger., Eng.), who already was on Sunday Music, here.)
I hope you enjoy the music. Now let’s brace for next week, let’s just stay above some things.

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Sunday Music, Monday Edition

I feel a tad aweful because of the coughing, the liquefied nose, and a little headache too. Maybe something bite me over the weekend. I was taking care of a certain Suebienne who has fallen ill – is it really possible that a nasty virus dares to enter my glorious, Franconian body ? Obviously.
I should take a test to find out whether it is corona or not. But I do not know what consequences this should have – all former provisions are abandoned nowadays : No more masks, and as I understand, no more quarantines for nobody. I see only few colleagues who wear masks on the job, despite the fact that our customer asked for it. I do wear a mask inside my vehicle, it is enough that I cough, no need to present this to my kids or the colleague.
Now let’s turn to something more interesting than a virus infection : I think it’s time for some boogie.
Miss Hadda BROOKS (1916-2002, obit) (Ger., Eng.) shows us how it’s done on her 1945 record I’ve Got News For You with the title Swingin’ the Boogie. (If you like to hear the voice of Miss BROOKS’, click here for her version of That’s My Desire from the same lp.) I hope you like the music. May the virus spare you in this week !

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Sunday Music

Some weeks ago we had Finnish Schnapps with herra Esa PERTHMANN. This time we will climb On The Hills of Carelia with Esko LINNAVALLI (1941-1991) (suomi, svenska) and his Sextet. Sadly I could not find more information about this interesting pianist and bandleader.
Karelia (Ger., Eng.) is a region between Finland and Russia. It has a special importance in the Finnic self-understanding. So it is very Finnish there, well-forested, quiet and undisturbed. In Russia exists the Republic of Karelia (Ger., Eng.), it is part of the Russian Federation. I looked at pictures of the region, and the land seems to be flat & wide, surely not mountainous, but I also did not see hills. Maybe Karelian hills are flat ?
Here is a link to the museum of Kishi (Ger., Eng.), all Karelian as possible, and UNESCO World Heritage. Just for the record : At the end of the 13th century a bloke called Torkel KNUTSSON conquered a part of Karelia for the Swedes.
Enough with historical allusions, let’s go for the hills. I hope you like the music.
May the coming week be easy !

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Some Work

What a week it was ! Nothing happened “on the outside”, no drama inside. All quiet. And sooo relaxing – for a simple reason : The abomination I have to call “colleague” had called in sick (and chances are good that I won’t meet this person next week too).
On Tuesday I stood in front of my vehicle, it was all frozen over, a cold & silent ddm it was, damndarkmorning, coined by Savannah. But something was different. I had no bellyache. And I realised that in the weeks before, my stomach had started to hurt in the morning when I boarded my vehicle. The daily outlook to work “together” with mentioned person slowly gnawed on me since mid-September last year. The relation between co-driver & driver can be described as “tense”, or “taut”. I can’t describe with words how repulsed I feel by this person’s presence (usually I would not stay in a room with this human, now we share a vehicle for four hours a day), while on the opposite side it is not much better, since I am met with pure contempt, sheer scorn.
The replacement was a colleague I had encountered several times before, at similar occasions. And all of a sudden I saw how it can, how it should be. A colleague, who knows how to use the brakes on a wheelchair – and uses them (!) ; who interacts with kids, and parents, without that vomit inducing air of superiority ; who can take care of himself, and simply does what needs to be done. I saw what I was missing since September.
So I decided to talk to my dispatcher. I already had done this last year (in October), to warn him that the situation was not good, and could deteriorate. Back then he was not taking this too serious. This time he did, and promised that a solution would be found until Easter. Of course I offered to take another vehicle / route ; I offered basically anything, just to be separated from the already mentioned person. Whatever the solution will be, one of us will have to leave.
This afternoon my co-driver announced via sms that a visit at the doctor’s is scheduled for Monday. So with a little luck, I face another happy week – bliss !
Now excuse me, I have to go and search for a Sunday Music.

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