Sunday Music

My head hurts a bit, the throat feels harsh, and a shiver comes from within. A cold grazed me. But nothing the holy trinity of bath, bed & tea can’t repair.
A little Sunday Music may help too : Guy LOMBARDO and His Royal Canadians perform September in the Rain (recorded 1937). I hope you enjoy the music, and stay healthy.

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Can Books Steam ?

Yesterday evening I started to write another “book” post, but could not “make” it. There was no happiness in it. I had to collect the tomes from their usual place, and transferred them to my desk. As usual in absolutely random order, the first one about building the Residenz. I looked at it, and the whole heap, and thought “This is what distracts you ?” Retreat, escape, vanity too. Maybe you can tell that I felt a little blue.
Of course the virus, the infection rate here is steeply going up. And it is not “just because we test more”, it is undenyable that the infections do rise, not just in Germany, but in the whole of Europe. It is just a matter of time when the death rate will climb again, when intense care units will be filled – and what is most shocking, it is the lack of personal that does the most harm. Hospitals are these days lead as profit oriented enterprises, so when people are not needed they are redundant, hence “set free”, freigesetzt, the usual lie for fired : No more contract for you, go and ask for dole.
There is organised helplessness, inefficiency, no united national answer to the challenge. At a moment when all experts say that we are at a tipping point, that we are very close to loosing the edge while we still can “manage” what will happen, individual interests of the single German states rule over the federal common good of the society as a whole.
The seemingly never ending Brexit nonsense, and the USAmerican malarky do not help to ease the outlook. Spin it on a bit, and the winter looks very bleak and uninviting.
For the first time I feel hopeless. Dumbness, aggression, and uglyness are going to win. The books are just cheap placebos. I should burn the damn crap, would be better for my breathing anyway to have dust free rooms.
And roast a sausage over the fire. What reminds me of a Spanish author whose name I forgot. He wrote crime novels, and his detective just did that : Read a book, rip it apart, burn it, cook something. Even my memories come out of books. A paper life.

Sunday Music

Yesterday was a normal working day for us. There are some Saturdays when schools run regular lessons, this is connected with the bridging days. In pre-corona times we would only work in the morning, because this was also a visiting day for parents, so they could meet other parents and teachers etc. And they would take their kids with them back home when leaving in the afternoon. Of course those without the posibility of personal transport would be driven home by a colleague, but as experience showed that would be very few kids. Things changed, so it’s just normal lessons. The school is very successfull, no infections – let’s hope that it stays this way.
My colleague complained & grumbled until I made a snippy remark, what did not really help to improve the situation, yes I’m a heartless monster. But in the afternoon I was presented with a piece of nut cake her husband had produced. His first try with that special recipe resulted in an excellent cake. I was full of praise, the only thing I had to grouse about was the lack of proper icing. Instead some nut cream was used – guess whose idea that was … one can’t do right ! Especially when asked to “say it freely and honestly – I can take it !” “Excellent cake, lousy ersatz icing” was obviously not what she wanted to hear. If we don’t have to face more serious problems …
Now let’s listen to some music : The componist Fazil SAY (Ger., Eng.) (piano) plays together with the violonist Friedemann EICHHORN (Eng.) a Grotesque from his Violin Sonata No.1. I hope you like the music. May we have a peaceful week ahead.

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Sunday Music, Monday Edition

Oh dear.
Dramatic light over the whole day. Rain now & then. The start into the working week was a bit turbulent. I came home late. Would be nice if things could improve a bit. Especially the autumn blues should be avoided. Sorry, I’m knackered. Let’s hear some uplifting music : On February 2nd 1932 Mr Duke ELLINGTON and his Famous Orchestra recorded the Cole PORTER song It Don’t Mean A Thing, vocals by Ivie ANDERSON. (1904-1949) (Ger., Eng.). Sometimes one has to go back to the originals.
I hope you enjoy the music, may this week be friendly to all of us.

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