Sunday Music

Sunday Music

Hello and welcome to a new edition of Sunday Music, right from sunny Franconia : A sunny & slightly windy day greets us, with the first faint hint of autumn. The colour changed a bit, the fields are (partly) already harvested, the very first leaves are falling, while the authorities have small airplanes circling over the silvan regions of Franconia to watch out for early signs of fire : It is all dry, much too dry.
Without further ado, today’s Sunday Music is a little song written by Ken HENSLEY (Ger., Eng.), titled What Should Be Done, published first on the 1971 Uriah Heep lp Look At Yourself  (Ger., Eng.). I hope you like it. May we all face an easy, peaceful week.

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Wet Cardboard

I wanted to write about the Interesting Woman in waiting, but it did not work. It is a shame. I collected my links, read through them, checked dates ‘n stuff, an outline of the text has already formed in my head – it is the way it works.
Years ago when I had to write more or less regularly in a small kind of gazette on topics related to a certain company that happened to be my contract partner, it only worked when I had the stuff sorted & the plan in my head. And when the deadline was very very near. When I reached the “oh-damn-that-sh**-and-write-it-down-now-zone”.
Also, when I was teaching ages ago, I prepared the topic – like a student – only the day before, read what had to be read and wrote notes ; sometimes it formed itself just when I was already on the train and had to face the audience two hours later. Sadly the efforts of the students were only seldom up to the point that was to be shown, they often missed and I amended their papers, but of course that was why I sat on this side of the table.
Or it was my fault at all, because I did not prepare them well enough, possibly.
I seriously do not know. I may have expected too much, too much oversight, too much understanding of the broader picture I tried to facilitate to them.
Today I feel angry. Angry at meself. It is like I would bonk against a soft wall, like a box of wet cardboard I can not hit through.
I get lost in links, I follow distractions – damn Wikipedia – I find meself doing a puzzle.
This is exactly why my doctoral thesis never took off – I never finished the collecting phase : I wormed myself into the secondary literature, followed links to far out texts that would be hard to reach, even today, despite the scanning orgies of google, despite the efforts of libraries around the world to bring stuff online, there is a lot still on the fringe, exactly there where it becomes murky, where things start to fall apart, where biographies become “interesting”, barely bearable sometimes, where people/authors simply vanish, where the fog starts … there is always fringe.
And in moods like these, I look around this book repository I call my flat, and for the tenthousands time I swear that I’ll sell the crap off, knowing perfectly well that nobody will buy this rotting ammassement of paper.  I hate it.  I hate it, and can’t without. I hate the dust, I feel stuck – I am stuck.
Writing applications is a kind of sport nowadays ; I am over fifty, have a coloured working biography with some blanks, and accept no shit no more, it may shine through sometimes.
This sounds ridiculous from a bus driver. And this is exactly what I am, an employed bus driver who transports handicapped children twice a day for statutory minimum wage in the lowest possible income group ; “no skills required” as the job description says.
And it’s all right, I do not complain. In fact I like the company of “my” “handicapped” boys more than … some other’s. They do not lie.
They can’t.
I just feel the need to change what I still can change. When the cardboard’s dry again.
Please accept my excuses & apologies, the mentioned Interesting Woman, and Rudolf the old anarchist, will be treated soon, I just felt not up to task today. Blame the heat.
Now that you read through this silly prattle, be awarded with some music : Give it a chance, King Crimson’s Starless. Let’s escape for twelve minutes.

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Sunday Music

Sunday Music

The last week blurred by. Yesterday saw me working, it is one of two days in the course of the year when we additionally have to  drive on a Saturday ; sometime in July there will be additional working hours on a regular working day, nothing extra-ordinary, it’s all in the contract.
Today I did nearly nothing, or just the usual, reading, and searching for further information about what I have read – in this case parts of the autobiography of Rudolf ROCKER (1873-1958) (Ger., Eng.), maybe I’ll write a post about him.
I felt no inclination to step out today, what is a shame, because it was a very nice day, clear sky, sunlight, wind … tomorrow, not now.
So let’s without further ado proceed to today’s Sunday Music. It is a piece written by Maneli JAMAL, who performs it together with Andrew YORK (Eng.), titled Southern Magnolia.
I hope you enjoy the music – may we all have a peaceful week ahead.

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Sunday Music

Sunday Music, Monday Edition

I’m sorry for being late. Yesterday I was travelling again, this time not to & from Suebia, but lovely Middle Franconia needed my attention. In fact I was invited, and the invitation was corroborated with a short email to make sure that I really show up. What I dutifully did. There is a chance that I’ll return into the bookmine for some time, but there is still nothing guaranteed. But after all those years, all involved seem to have reached the understanding that this business needs to be finished, and in a decent way. Let’s hope that this feeling prevails and results in a nice contract with even nicer pay – one may dream after all ! Today was back to the usual grind, five weeks to go until summer holidays start.
Today’s Sunday Music is (a part of) a little cantata by Antonio VIVALDI (1678-1741) (Ger., Eng.) titled “Cessate, omai Cessate” (RV 684), performed by A. SCHOLL and the Ensemble 415 (1981-2012) under Chiara BANCHINI (Ger., Eng.). Don’t let the dark text fool you, it all looks good here. And I hope it does look good for You in Your world too. I hope you enjoy the music, may we all have a peaceful week.

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