Sunday Music

I was not directly lazy over the last week. At least I went to the library two times searched for articles, found and scanned some; in vain at last, because it was for a small project that flitted by and vanished very fast – it was a nice idea but on further inspection we found people already working on it; so, good luck and thanks for the coffee.
I stumbled into the institute where I have spent some years studying, working, peeping out of my jacket in a silly way – and that was that, some things simply are over: A cup of coffee and a little gossip – well, yes, thank you and good luck and all.

Finally one of my customers was reachable and promised to send over some bucks – decent fellow! Kohle, Asche, Patte, Kies, Moos, Schmeer, Knete, Kröten, Mäuse – in short: Penunze  (Ger., Eng.), or radix malorum (Eng.). The other customer was not reachable, or at least could not be brought to  declare when they’d finally would be willing to cough up. Sadly my try to land the lottery win failed again this weekend, so I’m in no position to spit in the dust and ride into the sunset, every inch a proud independent cowboy – what I’d never do by the way. I find spitting absolutely disgusting and I have no experience with horses whatsoever, the lovely animal would carry me anyplace it would like. I’d prefer a modest journey with a donkey in the Cevennes (Ger., Eng.).

A nice place to be and waste time through last week was youtube. This Sunday Music is no gentle foxtrot, but something from the fusion-jazz-corner. 40 years ago the master drummer from Panama Billy COBHAM (Ger., Eng.) published the album Spectrum (Eng., not the ZX (Eng.)), where we find a song called Stratus (Ger. Eng., on fog)COBHAM earlier played with Miles DAVIES, and in the first  Mahavishnu (Eng.) Orchestra (Ger., Eng., book) of John MCLAUGHLIN (Ger., Eng.).
Last year the gentlemen Scott HENDERSON (guitar) (Ger., Eng., fan site), Jeff BERLIN (bass) (Ger., Eng.) and Dennis CHAMBERS (drums) (Ger., Eng.) published their version. It needs a bit of volume I think. I hope you enjoy it, and have a peaceful week!

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23 thoughts on “Sunday Music

  1. My all-time favorite horse to ride was my grandparent’s farm horse. Daisy May was a huge, gentle, and kind soul that was used to pulling farm equipment. She was very easy and safe for us kids to ride slowly without a saddle.

    Who knows, maybe with a little practice you could visit Texas and ride like this! (GEMA willing)

  2. “Wer soll das bezahlen, wer hat das bestellt,
    wer hat soviel Pinke-Pinke, wer hat soviel Geld?”

    My (maternal) grandfather had only very few land to work on, but sometimes in the fifties he bought a Porsche bulldog.
    Second hand of course, with Pflug und Mähbalken, and an even at this time old fashioned Windmaschine / Dreschmaschine. He never had horses, they were too expensive. The large farmers in the village had up to four or five working horses right through the thirties.
    Interestingly my father, who was born in a city and raised there, was working as Pferdeknecht in Saxony after the war, for more than a year. He was fifteen and always felt comfortable around horses. Even with a ton of practice I could not ride this way – my back would kill me!

  3. I was going to write something else about the links between jazz and rock but abandoned it in this drunken state in which I am now where one’s fingers and mind are slowed, in favour of saying that your whole blog reminds me of something Diane Arbus once said. (I paraphrase, I can’t remember exactly). “The more particular anything is, the more universally it is understood.”

  4. 1looby: “The more specific you are, the more general it’ll be.” The great Diane Arbus. And she is true, the whole world is in a nutshell. But my blog?
    Are you drinking Gimlets by the way?

  5. Here is the long version of Arbus’ quote:
    “There are an awful lot of people in the world and it’s going to be terribly hard to photograph all of them… It was my teacher Lisette Model who finally made it clear to me that the more specific you are, the more general it will be.”

    Here is an exhibition of Model’s work at the Jeu de Paume: Video 1, video 2.

  6. I was spending this grey Sunday studying Mahler’s Knabenwunderhorn (well… some poeple waste their time playing video games or watching porn on the Internet, I waste mine dissecting music scores) and I thought: “Let’s see what Mago has in store for us this week.

    What a contrast! Now what if Mahler had taken acid…

    I’ve always wanted to have a horse. Their the most beautiful creatures in the world.

  7. Thank you for the correct version of the quote.

    And no, it was Weston’s Oak Aged Organic Cider, 8.2%. Marvellous with tennis and the ensuing evening.

  8. *waves to Mago*

    I can’t ever imagine you being lazy.

    I’d love to learn how to ride horses. For the moment, I’m learning to ride a bike again and that’s as much as I can deal with.

    xxxx

  9. May I introduce you to Roses, 1looby, a fellow cidre lover. I can not join in, because anything apple-based is poison for my stomach. Maybe a small Calvados …

    Oh. it’s amazingly easy to be lazy, dear Roses – you will have a chance for this nice experience when the moving-diy-redecorating madness is over, some day …

  10. Is it a German thing that Apple and Pear tear up our stomachs? It took me 34 years to figure it out, as I used to have an apple a day at least!

    The “be specific and find general appeal” is, of course, true to writing as well. Take “Alice in Wonderland” for instance. Written by Lewis Carroll for his neighbor’s daughter.

    I still hope to publish by the end of this year, but right now we have put our house on the market. A most uncomfortable affair to say the least! I would rather be galloping on horseback, without a saddle as I did when I was young. You need strong legs to hold on to a horse like that!

    I can even shoot from quiver to bow like that! Or at least I could when I was fifteen.

    Take care, M/P

  11. My mother was born in ’23.. She used to tell of riding her Oma’s one horse bare back which apparently was like sitting on a sofa chair. They would also hitch that horse to a buggy and head from the village into the city. On the way back they could just let the horse go. It new the way back.

  12. I always knew that you have something of an Amazon, Proxima. I have no idea about the actual market for houses, but had the seemingly naive idea that it would be easy to sell right now. At least we are told here in Germany how good everything works in the US. Do you go the self-publishing-route? I think there are some things to take care for, if you choose that way. Take care, m’dear.

    They always find their way back home, foam. My father said similar: When the farmer went to town with goods for the market he would return in the afternoon after having some beer, possibly asleep auf dem Kutschbock, but the horse would find the way back.

  13. They just made it illegal to ride a horse while intoxicated in Montana, which is stupid. It is the safest way for a drunkard to travel home aside from a human designated driver! We should have more drunks riding horses. It would save lives.

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