Sunday Music

Sunday Music

Spring arrived last week, even æstival temperatures of 30°C and more were reached. We should enjoy it while it lasts, because for the next weekend and the following days rain is forecast. But who looks so far ahead anyway ?
While life was easily and uneventfully burbling along in my world, our friend LẌ was hit hard this week by the untimely death of his cat Nikko.
LẌ likes bossa nova, so in the hope to distract him from dark thoughts, this Sunday Music is a version of JOBIMs Wave for clarinet and guitar, performed by Danila MUSIKHIN & Max PEGOLI. Sadly I could not find more information about both artists.
I hope you enjoy the music. May the coming week spare us from blows of fate, it’s enough “as is”.

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Redecoration

It is SPRING ! All of a sudden I could not bear the faded colours of the former layout anymore. I looked for a new one that comes with a bit of contrast, so that reading is not difficult. Links are (if only thinly) underlined. On my screen the font is pretty large and clear. And I wanted a strong background colour, it is not directly “mago mango”, but more orange. Navigation should be easy. So here it is : Sometimes one really needs to re-decorate !

If there is something in the layout / design that prohibits you from reading, please let me know, I do not want to erect unnecessary obstacles here.

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Sunday Music

Sunday Music

I look up from the keyboard and out of the window, and there is a greyish veil over the yellow vineyards. Very fine rain is coming down, the wind blows in Eastern direction, it’s pretty cool outside. Less “golden October”, more autumnal, with a hint of foggy November.
The week was mostly uneventful in real life, while in blogland two long lost bloggers resurfaced, Mr Beast and Ms FirstNations, who nowadays goes by the name of “Steve”.
Serious and touching is the announcement of JON in the comments of his last post. He says farewell and goodbye, his cancer is in an advanced stage, there will be no more posts. Sometimes …
The only antidote to life’s blows is beauty. Today in the form of an HA[E]NDEL (Ger., Eng.) aria titled Tornami a Vagheggiar, from the opera Alcina (Ger., Eng.), performed by the astounding Apollo’s Fire. The Cleveland Baroque Orchestra (Eng.) together with the outstanding soprano Amanda FORSYTHE (Eng.).
I hope you enjoy the music, live healthy & survive the coming week, if possible a little longer. This would be nice, thank you.

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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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