Suebia, eh ?

I realised this morning that one can hear emptiness.
All the usual sounds that can be expected in a large appartement building located in a reasonable quiet neighbourhood, with some green around – even large trees -, and parking spaces over ground, balcony door open, through a bog-normal Wednesday late morning, like water rushing through pipes for whatever use, elevator doors clunking, car doors slamming, trees rushing in a lovely breeze, the occasional toddler yelling a bit – just stand there with eyes closed & listen … the place is empty.
Of course there may be scientific explanations that involve rugs, curtains and pictures on the wall, let’s not forget the lack of ameublement, but this is not what I mean.
It is not about silly sound waves behaving different, is not something missing, it is something else, something additional I can’t name.
To step in routinely like done for ages – “ages” may mean ten years and perhaps a bit more – comes to a halt when the usual choreography of moves stops because there is no more place to put the wallet and the keys – the shoe cabinet in the Diele (it is impossible to translate the name of this little anteroom with “hallway” or “vestibule” – it is a Diele or a Flur ) is gone.
Obviously something changed.
It is easy to say “And of course I am ready to move for this job”, it is easy to plan such a move, and have a look at the different pieces of stuff that surround one. It is a bit more challenging to search for and finally find a new appartement that “fits the bill” in all – or at least all serious – points. It can be a bit of a task to fill boxes with stuff – that seemingly has a life of its own, even after years of culling ; this usually leads to some introspection – and finally “the day” arrives : All is prepared, professionals move in, and within two hours the place is cleared, engines start, and something new begins. This can be a bit upsetting, worrying even.
DOn’t get me wrong, dear reader : This is not about an ending of sorts, a drama, it is about the aftermath of a new beginning.
It is only about a middle-aged man who switches off the hoover in a large empty room, closes his eyes, and listens.

Sunday Music

Freedom is just another word for riding my bicycle. Some years ago I declared proudly that “my bicycle is indestructible” – but, of course, time wins, and at some point even necessary parts started to fall off. There is a moment when the unavoidable effort to keep it running becomes too much, when the former flying pride turns into a badly repaired, bitty & unsafe rolling accident in waiting. So I had no bike for some time.
Until yesterday when I got my new used bicycle. It is only three years old, and chic ; it has a fork with shock absorbers (!), a dynamo that is built around the front axle and hence runs without friction ; very good brakes, 8×3 gears, and a very useful metal basket over the rear wheel. I am not yet absolutely content with the sitting position, but it all works very nice.
I learned that Mr DRAIS (Ger., Eng.) took out his Laufmaschine on the 12th of June 1817 for the first longer tour – I’m just a few days behind. I want it to become a habit, regular exercise is a good thing.
This afternoon I cycled over the former American area, where in one go three different projects are tackled : First, the university enlarges the campus ; second, new houses are built that will form a new district of town ; and third, preparations are made for a large horticultural show that should start spring next year. The whole area becomes thoroughly transformed.
This Sunday’s music is a sinfonietta or sinfonia titled La Tempesta di Mare by Carlo MONZA (1735-1802) (Ger.), performed by Fabio BIONDI and his Europa Galante. I hope you like the music – may the coming week be satisfyingly tranquil. Un’ jezz lass’mmer’s grache …

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Sunday Music

I feel like living through “the day after” after a week-long pup crawl, despite the fact that I was very easy on the bottle and “approximately quit” smoking over the last weeks – with one gaffe thrown in, but I’m not perfect, astoundingly …
I blame the weather. Last evening something changed in the atmosphere pretty fast. I had to lie down, and slept, only to wake up two hours later, it was not a funny night. I wanted to be active today and deal with several things, but I feel as I’d drag a ton of bricks along. At least I wrote some mails, and I will sort papers, later, or so …
The last days, since my return from Suebia, were uneventful, I spent them reading books & news, worked on my trullering.
And while trawling through youtube I found today’s Sunday Music : A band called “The Masters” (oh dear …) performs a self-written title called Breaktime. The group consists of three young men, Ronnie WILLIAMS (bass & drums), Paul BUFF (piano), and Frank ZAPPA (guitar). According to the uploader this is “the first released single Frank ZAPPA (Ger., Eng.) appeared on”, June 1961.

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And just for fun, and because I can, another early recording of Frank – together with Ray COLLINS (Ger., Eng.) Any Way the Wind Blows.
I hope you enjoy the music – may we all enjoy a lazy and peaceful week !

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Bommm, Bom-de-lomm, Pom-pom …

Well, dear reader, it may have escaped Your attention – all too understandable I may add – that I was away for some days. Happy days spent in quietness on the countryside, in rural areas of Suebia. Generally nice people live there, if a bit hard to understand because of their unconventional dialect – but what dialect is conventional ?
What was even more relaxing was the loss of internet connection, the web was not missed at all. No newspaper, no radio, bliss.
When I came back and switched on the machine, I wondered if something would have changed, magically – and of course it had not : People kill people, the usual wars, Mr Kim throws missiles around, da Leader’s lies get exposed but as usual nobody sees a need for action … what a world.
Bööö.
Just for fun, a version of 21st Century Schizoid Man (Eng.) by the Guitar Circle of Europe, that sadly ceased to exist in March 2017.

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