Sunday Music

According to the ever busy counting computer this is post 450 called “Sunday Music”. Of course there are in total many more Sunday Music posts, because all those belated ones on Monday etc. also belong into this category that lists – including this one – 567 Sunday Music posts. I think last Sunday’s break was the first interruption since I started with this series some time back.
I’m sorry, but I simply did not feel “up to it”, I needed a break. Of course I went to Suebia, and returning back to this place here becomes a little bit harder every time. Work will start tomorrow in the ddm *, everything back to “normal” for the next five weeks until we’ll reach the Whitsun holidays. At least the snow is gone, and spring will stay.
A good thing through my “time out” was that I did not really look into the news. We watched in horror the climbing infection rates, the death rate, and how the intense care units filled up – that was really enough of daily horror, no need to look for more in the national or international news. But I think this will change over time.
This Sunday Music is a little piece compossed by GLAZUNOV, a Waltz in D Major that is number three in his opus 42 Three Miniatures for Piano. It is played by Dinamow’s old friend Shura CHERKASSKY. I hope you like the music. May we face a peaceful week.

* damn dark morning, coined by Savannah

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Sunday Music

Free at last. Free to sleep, to read, and to start a spring cleaning ; tomorrow is early enough for this .. It is about time for a break. My co-driver and me started to get on our nerves. I am glad that she found a better way to get along with one of the kids, we had a kind of dispute about him for some time now, nothing ground-breaking, but a constant discussion. Now things are better, and I’m sure will stay that way. Basically all well workwise, just worn out.
As far as I know the school was spared outbreaks of covid, I wonder if that will stay that way. The infection rates are going up and up, younger people (between fifty and thirty, I read) are now the most infected group ; they are more resistant to the virus than older humans, hence the younger ones will stay longer in the ICUs than the group before. The mutations of the virus took over, much more infective, and seemingly causing a higher death rate. So it is only natural that the German state Saarland – in the very West, at the border to France ; France herself was sorted in as “area with high infection rate” (“Hochinfektionsgebiet”) some days ago – declares that it will open up all & everything after Easter. Why not ? There seems not much left to go wrong now.
At the moment I do not care anymore. I do not want to read or hear news, the only interesting part of a newspaper is the feuilleton, and there is always music.
Without further bla let us listen to Rosinha de VALENÇAs (Eng.) version of the Waldyr AZEVEDO (Ger., Eng.) standard Pedacinhos do Céu. Sadly I could find no more information about the recording, but we do not need to know more, just listen.
I hope you like the music ; may we face a peaceful, uneventful & relaxing week.

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Sunday Music

Cold & cloudy is Franconia, no friendly breezes dispersing winter’s remnants. Let us listen to a little Italian song, set in music by M FRESCOBALDI (1583-1643) (Ger., Eng.), titled Se l’Aura Spira (text), performed by Capella Mediterranea. The singer is Mariana FLORÈS. Let’s hope for the laughing nymphs drive away the winds of cruelty.
I hope you like the music. May the coming week be friendly and peaceful.

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For What It’s Worth …

The Ilias , or Iliad (Ger., Eng.), without doubt one of the most important European works of art standing at the very beginning of our literature, starts with the words “Μῆνιν ἄειδε, θεά, Πηληϊάδεω Ἀχιλῆος“, phonetic “/mɛ̌ː̂nin ǎei̯de tʰeǎ | pɛːlɛːiǎde͜ɔ akʰilɛ̌ː̂os”. I learned that it should be translated into German as “Den ZORN mir singe, oh Muse, des Peleussohns Achill'” – the first word is not “love”, not something about “Hey, I’ll tell yah an old story” (“Uns ist in alten mæren || wunders vil geseit / In ancient tales many marvels are told us”, as the Nibelungenlied (Ger., Eng.) starts) – no, the first word is “mῆνιν“, accusative of “mῆνις“, the wrath, der Zorn, der Groll des Achilles.
I am not Achileus, but at some points over the last days I felt more than anger, I was in a strange mood for days, maybe since last week, a mixture of anger, weariness, exhaustion even.
I could not read blogs, I barely looked into the news – listening to the radio in the morning and the evening while driving is really enough. I did not want to see somebody, listen to somebody. The only thing I was interested in regarding human interference was (and still is) a daily phone call in the evening with a loved person, anything else … I like the driving part of my job right now very well, driving into the light, see it change ; concentrate on the road, the vehicle, and nothing else.
My colleague of some years takes to her own things, it is benign neglect, if need be we work together, of course. I remember that at one point, it may have been last week, the days blur a bit into one, I established order in the vehicle when it all (seven year olds going berserk) pulled a little too much on my nerves, but it happened once, and it seems there is no need for a repeat. Nevertheless it is a very god thing that we have just one more week before the Easter holidays.
Terribly frustrating is the corona situation around here. The numbers of infected people rise daily, it will soon be around twentythousand. One can wait for the death toll to rise. The beds in ICUs are filling up. All this opening was stupid from the start (if I have to see the visage of one Saxonian PM again I’ll vomit over my keyboard ! These bastids pushed for it recklessly). There were enough voices raised by medical professionals who warned against this approach, of course ignored. A friend put it right, when he said that “opening up”, and hence accepting severe sickness and death for “business”, shows capitalism’s face in all its glory usually reserved for war times. It is just a matter of time until the next “lock down” will be unavoidable, like in Paris right now. Add the mis-management of the whole vaccination situation, and it is becoming even more damaging. The Brits have reached a vaccination rate of fifty percent of the adult population (as I read, did not verify, and want to believe), while here people are sent home despite them having a confirmed date, jumped through all the loops – but there is simply no goddam broth they could have injected in their arms ready, it is simply not available.
And on top of all this nonsense we have to learn that some oh so honourable members of diverse parliaments earned six figures sums and more by orchestrating “deals” with masks – some parliamentarians had seemingly absolutely no difficulties to reach Trumpian levels of greed. Sadly branding an “S” for “swine” on one’s forehead is no more punishing method around here, the cost of civilisation, I guess.
The final frustration was served by wordpress this evening : They simply do not allow me to upload a mp3-file for “security reasons”. Yes, wonder of wonders, I finally spoke into a device that recorded my voice, and produced said mp3-file. I thought that would be the bog standard solution, and wanted to finish my stupid rigmarole here with the long promised recording, but no, not even that. I think it is the first time in ages that I did not come up with a Sunday Music, or at least a “Sunday Music on XXX-day”, the self-recording could have been a meagre substitute. Right now I have no idea what to do about this, they surely will accept some stupid file format, I just have to find out. But, please excuse me, I am really royally brassed off right now. Service will be resumed on Sunday. Thank you for your patience.