While I travelled the roads of Franconia last week my chancellor travelled to Amerga to meet the Leader of the Movement. And I think it is fair to say that she visited, looked, and did not like what she saw. That The Leader refused to shake her hand is one thing, the other – and that is when her face went a bit out of control – was when The Leader’s daughter was placed next to her – to do what ? Discuss fashion ? At one point my chancellor started a sentence with “I am the Chancellor of Germany …” and this is something I think she does very seldom. I think she recognises a psychopath & will keep a very healthy distance to this “Leader” and all his sycophants.
I found it very interesting that the American press was astounded and praised that German journalists did dare to ask questions in the press conference. Something these knights of the Free Press seemingly do not risk any more. This is how it works, self-censorship & intimidation.
And The Leader of course cut a remark about “wire tapping”, stating that he and his guest would have at least something in common ; at least one thing is for sure, The Leader’s poor taste. Meanwhile I think all this “wiretapping” nonsense was just diversion, because I read in one half-sentence somewhere that the White House installed a new “board” that messes around in “national security”, but I could not find more about this. The ranks get filled with trusted comrades, an islamophobic & fascist “top aide on counter-terrorism” was installed already in January, and new institutions are created.
And meanwhile the “career diplomat” in the ministry of foreign affairs stumbles through Asia and blathers about war – remember, the bogeyman lives in Northern Korea. Of course no journalist in sight, just one lady from a right-wing publication who works on a hagiography of said expert for foreign policies is allowed to see the super-diplomat at work. I only wonder what sleazy & spurious reason they will construct to start “liberating” North Korea.
Hopefully it will be possible to get rid of this administration in four years, so that nothing will remain left of this terrible amassment of dangerous & disgusting dumbness. That’s the good thing about a democracy, one has a choice.
No choice had Federico MOMPOU i DENCAUSSE (Ger., Eng.) (1893-1987) : After he had heard a concert of Mr FAURÈ in 1909, it was obvious for him that he had to study music & composition. His shyness prevented him from entering the stage as pianist, hence he played his own pieces only for friends in a private setting. Despite coming from an originally wealthy family MOMPOUs financial situation was dire in the interwar period, at one time he was running a Confiserie in Paris (1924).
MOMPOU composes small, melancholic pieces that make SATIE look like an epitome of raucous vivaciousness – not one note too much, not one too less. The following Sunday Music titled Pájaro Triste or Sad Featherball from his first published composition Impressiones Intimas (1911-1914), is a good example for MOMPOUs work. He plays himself, and when you compare it to sheet music (here) you can notice that he cheats a little bit. I picked up that it was recorded in the mid-1970s when MOMPOU himself was in his late seventies already.
I hope you like the music. It is a bit melancholic, and thus reflects what I see when I look out my window : Grey low clouds moving over the land fast, wet cold earth with first greenish buds, the air is cold, rain … no reason to get outside, better stay on the couch.
I hope we’ll live through a relaxed and un-eventful next week.