Sunday Music, Monday Edition

GAAAAAAAAAAA !

Actually I am in the scream phase, not like saying something just a bit louder than usual, but scream bloody murder. Next will be the fist on keyboard phase. I envy Alice (Eng.), Dilbert’s coworker, for her “fist of death”, I think she can put this one through a flat screen. Not that my poor, dusty screen would be to blame. Nor the computer, the web, or even me. I just do not want to talk about it. But after the revolution, the rupture or what the hell may put an end to this idiotic age we have to live through, all structural engineers (“Statiker”) and medical specialists (“Fachärzte”) will be shot. All. And I mean it. I have a list !
So, there, some music. Something strange by Bruno NICOLAI (Eng., Ger.), very aptly named Realtà, realness, Wirklichkeit.
I hope you enjoy the music and don’t have to listen to “specialists” – AAARRRGGG

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Sunday Music

“Geschichte wird gemacht – es geht voran !”
Band Fehlfarben, song Ein Jahr

 

And history was made in Wembley when Mr JOSHUA knocked out Mr KLITSCHKO, a clean fight, a clear victory, a generational change. Let’s hope that Vladimir understands the message written on the ring floor, and quits. Enough of this.
Yesterday was the only sunny day in a row, and for the week to come, so I took a stroll on the banks of the river Main. Here is some photographic evidence.
To give a general impression, this is a view from the right river bank towards the left one, lot of mistletoes growing there in the trees.

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Der MAIN, FRANKENS Stolz

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Nice and sunny, and no, our rivers are not flowing uphill. Of course they could, if they’d decide to.

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Where unruly tourists end up

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Communities are generously providing health facilities for free, everyone is invited to a round of Wassertreten, also called Kneippen.

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Detail der Wassertreterei

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Stepping through cold water is a bit exhausting, so it is time to try the local street furniture.

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It is actually more comfortable than it looks.

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Franconians, at least many of them, like to decorate their environment. There is always place for some flowers, or stuff. So on your way back to the car you may spot something like this :

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There’s always space for a flower.

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And your reward for following me up to here : A short bourée by Christoph GRAUPNER (1683-1760) (Ger., Eng.).
I hope you like the music. May we all have a peaceful week !

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Just Jabbering

In some hours Vladimir KLITSCHKO will fight against Antony JOSHUA – one of the very few occasions I regret that I have no tv set to watch an event live. I always was interested in boxing. And can well remember when the brothers KLITSCHKO appeared on the scene. Some commenters were quick to dismiss them as “one punch wonders”, as “generic” boxers, soulless automatons etc. Now Vladimir  (Ger., Eng.) is 41, came a very long road, and after his loss of all titles against the Rummelboxer FURY he faces a critical comeback. The old man has to show that it is still in him, or give up and accept that it is over. I saw a picture of KLITSCHKO, a still taken from an interview, and if it is in any way “true”, poor JOSHUA will get the beating of his life.
A Rummelboxer btw is one of these traveling men, a kind of mercenary of boxing, who goes everywhere if the cash is right. And besides these men, there were boxing spectacles on the Jahrmarkt, the annual fair, also called a “Rummel”, a chaotic heap or pile, a tumult. Here traveling boxing companies presented their shows, and of course sooner or later one poor sod from the audience was ready to join in – he usually had no chance.
Boxing is about muscles, yes, but maybe 80% is about technique. I used to watch heavy weight fights, saw Mr TYSON come out of the corner and deliver an earth shattering bonk to his poor opponent, saw Mr FOREMAN deliver some of his very unspectacular but nevertheless devastating blows that sent men to the ground in agony, saw idiots like SANDERS, and FURY, but never saw another boxer as perfect as Vladimir KLITSCHKO.
Later I discovered the light weight classes, in which it is not about the deadly punch, the “one shot only”-thing, but where it is about speed, eye, movement – it is a dance. A sometimes bloody, always exhausting, always payneful, dance.
And sometimes I like to watch this.
The greatest dancer of all, of course, was ALI. I was removed to a sobbing heap of tears when he finally lighted the Olympian flame in Atlanta in 1996.
BTW, I just read that the house of Rosa PARKS, some older readers may remember the name, is translocated (Ger., Eng.) from Detroit to Berlin ; it is now Wriezenerstraße 19 in Wedding.
Is “history” all about forgetting ? Is “history” all about remembering ?
We see history at work, as a tool, all over Europe. It is even jeopardising the whole idea of “Europe”, replacing this idea with national narratives that draw their justifications from a certain idea of history, an interpretation & explanation that re-writes “history” in a new-national sense, while heavily using age-old stereotypes of everything alien – be it “the Jew”, “the Mohammedan” / “Islam” in general, or “the negro”. On the European periphery being gay is a crime again, and hundreds of gay men are tortured and killed in areas of the former Soviet Union, maybe in Turkey too.
We see the rise of – what ? The pendulum swings back, as it always does, and all of a sudden things like democracy, personal freedom, identity, ach name it ! – the whole grambumble – it all becomes unsafe shattered wonky – the ground we / I stood on feels wobbling.
Enlightenment is a process, yes, every generation has to do it again – I have the feeling we somehow missed the last time ? I look at videos showing young men who volunteered to fight somewhere in the Near East – and I ask myself how goddamn brain dead one can be ? And these dumb dorks were born and raised in Europe, not in the Palestinian slums.
What went wrong ?
“Europe”, this voluntary union of independent states, was a reaction to the brutal history of the most violent 20th century. After all, two worldwars started here, and maybe Germany played a little role in this. This “Europe” is based on values, shared and common, dating back to the French Revolution, later casted in the mold of these “human rights” a lot of potentates like to spit on nowadays, not only “somewhere in the East”, but in places like Poland, Hungary – and possibly France when LE PEN takes over. Oh, and like-mindedness, loyalty and sympathy played a role. Based on a shared history – again this cursed word – a history that shows us all the opposite of these values happening.
And what do I see ?
Idiots who happily abnegate all this. Who negate the “worth” of history, and write their own versions. Who instrumentalise all & everything for their own – and only for their own ! – purposes, who set “nation” as something that is superior to the individual. This rings a bell, it’s the old “Du bist nichts, dein Volk ist Alles !” I see politicians who happily lie, who happily construct “historical” rationales & motivations for their own short-sighted ideas. I see men – and sadly women too – who happily embrace the old paternalistic religious bullshit, all this patriarchal nonsense we thought to have overcome – I see idiots happily choosing unfreedom and bondage, I see praktizierte Dummheit. Self-chosen.
This is all just jabbering, incoherent, of course, of course.
Why not some music at the end ? TRB’S Power in the Darkness would be too pathetic even for me right now … let Jimi take over, no reason to get excited … 

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Sunday Music, Tuesday

Apologies, I’m late – things, stuff, but mostly life … Someone once remarked that “life” would be what happens while one waits for something else to happen (or at least along this line), who ever it was, I think this person had understood something.
Musicwise I was looking for thundering guitars, but could not decide. I found that someone put out HENDRIX’ first Fillmore East show from 31.XII.69 in a really well remastered version some months ago (tidbit), good GOD what could this man do with a guitar. But finally I chose the Harlem Nocturne in a 1946 version by the Randy BROOKS (Ger., Eng.) Orchestra, the solo sax played by Eddie CAINE, about whom I could find no entry nowhere, despite the fact that he later played with MINGUS.
Here all is back to nearly normal, at least I am tired as usual. I hope you enjoy the music, and that we have an uneventful & peaceful week ahead.

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