Sunday Music, Monday Edition

Strange times. Most time in life seems to be spent with waiting. Waiting for a call, for a letter, for someone to do something that is required before further action is possible, this kind of thing. At least I know now that I’ll do some driving on Thursday & Frayday – they did not forget me …
There are days when you wake up and a word is in your head, like for example “Spinalzo”, or Petschenegen. This usually leads to heavy thinking, a) about the origin of the word (Did I read something lately that contained it ? Have I heard it uttered, by whom ?), and b) of the actual meaning. One could use the Kraftdenkapparat “Concentrator”, something that was advertised in the 1920s. I only saw the advertisement (with testimonials by people, who claimed to have used it with good results), but never the machine itself. Maybe it is something like a power thinking cap – what leads to the question what a “thinking cap” is ? Did someone ever see or wear one ? Is it electric ? Questions abound.
Without any doubt and question, El Choclo (Ger., Eng.) is a well known tango argentino, here performed by the “International Novelty Orchstra”, directed by Nathaniel SHILKRET (1889-1982) (Ger., Eng.) in 1928. I hope you enjoy the music. May we be spared fear and payne, at least for this week.

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Sunday Music

Here we are. I was busily travelling hence & forth, taking care of things, and learning new stuff : You can never use enough of this pump-spray-desinfectant. Just let it work for a minute or more, wipe carefully, then seal the wound with the sticky sterile stuff. And yeah, do not press too hard, after all it’s NOT sellotape. Just aim right, that’s important. Anything else will lead to a premature rip off, once a day is enough.
Now let’s foxtrot gently over Summit Ridge Drive with Artie SHAW and his Gramercy 5 (1941). I hope you like the music. May the coming week be carefree for all of us – just do not overdo what ever you do.

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Sunday Music

Tomorrow morning some things will be decided, for example how the treatment of a certain Suebienne will be continued, whether I’ll do some driving, this kind of thing. The last days were uneventful, I just commuted between home & hospital.
So without further ado, some Sunday Music : Six Ländler written by W. A. MOZART (1756-1791) (Ger., Eng.) in 1791. The KÖCHEL catalogue (Ger., Eng.) lists it as K. 606 : “Sechs deutsche Tänze für Orchester”, oder “Sechs ländlerische Tänze für Orchester, für 2 Violinen und Bass (die Orchesterfassung ist verloren gegangen)”. We hear the Ensemble Eduard MELKUS (born 1928) (Ger., Eng.) from their 1974 lp Dance Music Through the Ages. I hope you like the music.
May the coming week be free from unwanted surprises.

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Nettle Tea

Nightingales are loud. And terribly loquacious. They start their gossiping around 22:00 / 22:30, and keep on and on and on. Everybody likes a bit of chit-chat now & then, but they simply do not stop before 04:30 – and that’s the time for the others to wake up – and greet the sun with their lovely chirping : Rrrattengift her !

I can’t help, but women in their fifties, with hair dyed red, heavily tattooed fore arms, and Saxonian dialect, make me run for the hills. I thought about what triggers my sense of imminent danger, and finally concluded that it is this terrible accent. One can not discern whether these barely understandable utterances are friendly, scornful, or openly hostile. So it’s a communication problem, as mostly.

I walked through the city yesterday, came in the rain, and hence suffer from a headache & heavy snurfeling today. Tomorrow I have to go and collect a vehicle, these crazy Knights expect me to actually work : MAdness !

Things must be really difficult when I am asked to join a parish council. “Just one monthly meeting, a little assisting in the service …” GOd alone may know when I participated in a Protestant church service for the last time ?
In fact I have other plans, I want to move away from here, not become member of the local parish committee. I become more & more catholic anyway.

Time for a cup of hot nettle tea. And some arm chair travelling : Siberia Invites You ! Truly irresistible. And a bonkers sound track. See you in Magadan (Ger., Eng.) …

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