Author: 63mago

Sunday Music – Tuesday Edition

bööööööh : Franc., multifunctional, context-related, often used to describe  ↑ die Matschbirne

Matschbirne : fem., Franc., lit. muddy or mushy pear = head, noggin, describes a condition of haziness, lack of focus as a result of, or combination of, laziness, tiredness, protracted cold ; indications are, among others, incoherence, soliloquizing mumbling, inopportune slightly idiotic grinning ; leads to social isolation because affected people shuttle between bed & sofa ; hallucinations due to abuse of payne medication imminent  ↑ circulus vitiosus, ↑ cough syrup

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Sunday Music

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.

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Sunday Music

Didn’t fell like Sun-day, did not feel like weekend. My head hurts the whole Mon-day, I gulped down a bottle of water when I came home this evening. My throat is sore, my codriver mentioned that my voice would sound a bit different, I had no idea. All this is not the result of heavy drinking & smoking, wish it was.
What’s new ? Not much. DO you remember that I mentioned a book about Contemporary Photography in the SU ? Never mind. I found it hard to find more information about single featured artists on the web, what may be related to the different notations of Russian names – I did not feel like checking out all variations. One of the photographers is a man called Vladimir SYOMIN (little article in the NYT 1995). To my astonishment I found him on a site I visit for entertainment, just to see strange Russian things, called  English Russia : Here is a set of Vladimir SYOMINs work. I really like black-white-photography.
I wanted to bring some blues-rock for Sunday Music, but when I listened I found it boring. So I dived into the bookmarks and found a piece by good old EDDIE HAZEL (Ger., Eng.) (of funkadelic fame, Maggot Brain may be remembered), a piece, I say, called Relic Delic or Purple Hazel, and yes, there’s a bit of HENDRIX in it, but it’s HAZEL all over. This funk stuff can be a bit longish, no fear they fade at 2:50, here the man’s grooving for ten minutes.
I hope you like the music – and may this week be gentle to all of us.

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No surrender, never, only sleep is allowed to win.

Sunday Music

What a few very nice days. I did nearly nothing, and found it really relaxing. Ready towards the end of the vacation rain & storm is back, but without cold ‘n freeze, all’ n right with me.
What is not all right is the gibberish of the orange Actor-in-Chief. I am fed up with this imbecile, why can’t we just ignore this vile windbag for a week or so, with a little luck he’ll implode. The nonsense about his predecessor wiretapping his phones is really “a new low”. And that a leading German newspaper writes that the predecessor’s statement would not be enough, shows how poisoned it all has become. Now there seem to be first altercations between pros & cons, while Jewish cemeteries get ravaged, Indians and Sikhs get shot – of course of course all isolated cases, shame upon who thinks evil upon. These are not daily incidents, just weekly.
And while Amerga slowly but steadily descends into paranoia, Germany develops a nice problem with Turkey and its süper-macho-over-ruler, who brags that he can do anything here as he likes, as if Germany would be his farm or other property. Of course Germany uses “Nazi Methods” against him and members of his gouvernement. Says a man who consequently kills democracy in his own state and leads the society of his country back into the middle ages, while the jails flow over from “dissenting elements”.
I am not a nationalist, I believe in a united Europe based on a canon of basic values, and it is disgusting to watch how some members of the union do betray these values. We have no real instrumentarium for this, simply because those who laid the foundations for “Europe” did not believe that there could arise a problem, that something like a gouvernement killing the independence of its own judicature would actually happen, like e.g. in Poland. But all this is kindergarten compared to Turkey. And the there dictator-in-chief and his cool gang want to bring their electoral campaigning here, so that the expats get in line. They still need this charade. We should make it impossible, to hell with consequences.
Some countries of the world seem to be led by brainless dickheads who think they can do what they want. Sadly Russia, and now Amerga, belong in this group, some European countries too.
Anyway, we do not solve the problems of the world here, it would be nice and good enough when we, each & everyone, would solve his or her own problems.
To ease this task one could listen to a little bit feel-good-music by Herr TELEMANN (Ger., Eng.), Das Frauenzimmer verstimmt sich immer (TWV 25:37) in a version performed by Georg GRUNTZ on harpsichord (Ger., Eng.), Peter TRUNK (Ger.) (bass), Klaus WEISS (Ger.) (drums), Emil MANGELSDORFF (Ger., Eng.) (flute, Albert’s older brother), and Klaus DOLDINGER (Ger., Eng.) (clarinet & sax), recorded (West-)Berlin 1964 – it does not get more “old BRD” than this.
I hope you like the music. May the coming week be good to all of us.

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