The fog fell fast, within a quarter of an hour all was blanked out. The trees in roughly thirty meters distance from the house are just an amorphous dark mass, I hear cars on the village road down below but see not a flicker of their lights, no moon.
I spend two hours in the company of a neighbour, Klaus phoned in and liked some company. He is in his wheel chair and I had helped him some days ago to re-arrange his furniture so that he can reach shelves and stuff. It was nice and relaxed and he had his tv-set running – Jesus, it was a kind of cultural shock : A kind of talents-show or something, thankfully we were mostly talking about this and that – and of course I was testing his Rumtopf (Ger., Eng.). He can not use the brew for himself because of his medicamentation, alcohol strongly forbidden.
That show was, well, I had no idea what humans would do voluntarily on tv for their 15 minutes of shame, or was it fame ?
The only heartwarming gig was a lady from Peru who did a Meerschweinchentanz, the dance of a guinea pig – she did not even try to aim at the “fame”, but just hopped around for two minutes in a guinea-pig-costume, it also could have been a rabbit or something else furry. But she was funny and in a way de-constructed the whole damn thing, the whole audience laughed heartily and she received very warm applause.
The rest of the “candidates” was dead-serious about the whole muppet-theatre and seemingly understood this to be their major career step, happily displaying their shortcomings in front of a pretty mocking panel of “judges” – as Klaus told me this panel consists of a hairdresser, a self-styled style-advisor, the decal of a blonde of undisclosed profession and a “tv-personality” – I think I recognised this last bloke. He once was part of that subterranean eighties duo called “Milly-Vanilly” : What a freak show. The Rumtopf helped, I have no regrets whatsoever that I threw out the tv some years ago.
BTW tv – here is a link to an article a friend sent me : If you toy with the idea to buy a new tv – read it and do not say afterwards that you weren’t warned. Who buys such a machine and ever uses the word “private” again is a hypocrite.
Is there something else to report ? I think not, all quiet at the Mago-Front ; it’s quiet in the house, its quiet outside, fog, you remember – all feels well.
So let’s hear some Sunday Music – this is the incredible Lenny BREAU (Ger., Eng.) (1941-1984), who was found strangled in a swimming-pool, a kind of guitarists’ guitarist, with his version of the indestructible “Lullaby of Birdland” – I hope you’ll enjoy it.