Sunday, finally. Quietness, nothing that “must” be “done” “now”, just the heat, a bath and a book that could not escape. I like reading biographies, maybe I’ll try Stacy SCHIFF‘s (Ger., Eng.) Saint-Exupéry (Ger., Eng.) – I wonder whether they finally have found the remains of his plane -; or something about Valentin SCHWAB, the photographer I mentioned earlier; this will lead to a post of his own. Or I could look through the list of stored reviews “to be read later”, and start to decide whether I want to see the book and can get it via the library or the inter-library exchange thingy – but this sounds awfully like work. And despite the fact that I have no contract at the moment, I have enough to work on, but not today.
Time to climb into the bathtub, relax and regress into an amphibian like state; bless the Romans for bringing the bath North of the Alps – of course, later, when the imperium had finally crumbled away, the dirty barbarians had no clue what these constructions were used for and it all fell in disrepair. It is not just a tub filled with water, it’s the result of planned and organised infrastructure that finally leads to a fine carved marble bath with hot running water, perfumed soap and soft towels; how un-germanic.
Lets leave the stammering savages behind and look at today’s Sunday Music, its Jazz again, again a trio: The Great Oscar PETERSON (1925-2007) (Ger., Eng.), together with Barney KESSEL (Ger., Eng.) and Niels-Henning Ørsted PEDERSEN (Ger., Eng.), lässt’s einfach laufen*. Since it was Julian BREAM’s (Ger., Eng.) eightieth birthday last week I toyed with the idea to bring some of his work on lute, but finally decided against Mr. BREAM, who sometimes was maybe a bit too analytical; PETERSON-KESSEL-NiHØP are simply better suited for a relaxed Sunday afternoon. I hope you enjoy it; may the coming week bring only good things, last one delivered enough nonsense.
* I think I spotted Mistress MJ in the audience?