Sunday Music

Here we are, Sunday Music on a Sunday. This relapse into bourgeois predictability is to be accounted for by the simple fact that I am ill. For what I am very thankful. Maybe hitting me with a nice Bronchialkatarrh, or bronchitis, is the universal power’s idea to give me time to sleep and to de-brittle – if such a word exists.
It started on Wednesday when I felt something attacking me. In the night to Thursday I could watch my attacker work himself from the head through the throat into my chest, starting a very successful phlegm production there. I saw my dispatcher on Thursday morning telling him I felt not so well, the fact that I was a bit shaky and sweated like fresh from the sauna supported this reasonably. The man blanched, literally, and begged me to do the Frayday, he really had run out on options. I had seen a lot of new faces over the last weeks, I have no idea what is the reason behind this major reshuffle. And I do not want to know.
My family doctor handed me a sick note for the coming week after a look and a short action with the stethoscope, we chatted mostly. Then I did the last drive on Frayday, emptied the vehicle of any personal belongings of my real co-driver and me, and parked it where it always parks. The rest is my dispatcher’s job, not mine.
With a little luck I do not have to enter this rust bucket again : It is this vehicle’s damn “air condition”, seemingly never maintained, never cleaned, with two from three settings not working anymore, that was constantly blowing either cold air onto my legs, or hot air on my head, both un-conditioned at all, that gave me this infection. Enough of this unhealthy whining.

This Sunday Music is dedicated to Leah (The Weather in the Streets), Roses (journeying), Ponita (Ponita in Real Life), and, of course, MsScarlet (wonky words).
It is Eric SATIEs Gnossienne No. 1 performed by Otto TOLONEN.
No one really knows what a “gnossienne” (Eng.) is, it is SATIEs invention. There may be a connection to “gnosis” (Eric was seemingly part of a (neo-)gnostic group around the time he wrote the first pieces (1890)), there may also be a connection to the Cretan Knossos, but excavations there started only 1900 (Eng.). In the end it is futile to speculate about Eric’s possible ideas, it is in the music. And Mr TOLONEN may have found something there.
I hope you may like the music. Take care of yourselves over the coming week, watch your step.

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Iglou

As my two venerated Canadian readers, Ponita and The Mistress, mentioned, it is cold in Canada, even colder right now than usual. Also parts of the Northern US shiver from something called “Polar Vortex”. I think this is what we here in Germany commonly call the Russenpeitsche. Absolutely no bias in there, right ?!
I really would appreciate it if those of my venerated readers who are affected by the Polar whip, Russian or not, would stay healthy and all and avoid to freeze to death.
To cheer you up I trawled youtube – not for the obvious Sunshine Reggae – and finally decided to show the oldie but goodie This too Shall Pass by OK Go.
Take care.

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The “festive” days are over, Saturday will be the last day of this strange year 2016. No worries, this will not end in a review of the year’s strange events or a list of the deceased.
I try to keep links to blogs, even when I do not read them regularly any more, or when the blog falls silent. The latter may have different reasons, like a change of the writer’s situation – especially when the blog was used e.g. as an outlet for emotions in a crisis situation, or when, generally speaking, the purpose of the writing is reached. Others simply use interest.
So I sort these links a bit, there is the folder with the daily “round”, another folder with blogs I look at now & then, and one with links to blogs I used to visit, that are silent or on a hiatus. With some blogs one knows that they have come to an end because the author is dead. It is either announced in one way or another, or is very certain, for example when the author was pretty old – a break of perhaps three years then allows the assumption that she or he died.
And then there are some blogs I keep close, visit, and hope that it is not over – and sometimes it rattles a bit, and – bang ! – there we go again. This was the case with the blog of Kabuki Zero, the man who told the world. After a small break of three years he returned to blogging, only to die after some months. This damn year seems firmly determined to kill as many creative, artistic people as possible. And it is not yet finished.

The time “zwischen den Jahren” / “between years” feels very strange this year. It is much too warm outside : When I look out I see greenish vineyards, a grey sky, and have the impression of an early spring day perhaps in March. The birds are confused, sing in the morning, I even saw first buds on a Magnolia. No snow in sight, no silence in reach.
One hears stories about people doing very strange things – not at the end of the world, but in the neighborhood, or within the circle of friends. So Kabuki-san’s surprising and unexpected death in a way “fits in” or “blends in” to this times of strangeness.
Perhaps the wobbly uncertainty & kind of alienation I sense around me, the uneasy outlook, the feeling that a bit more than usual, bizarre things happen on this old earth – perhaps it is a trick of the mind, and nothing changed, except my perception. But the possibility remains that the world in total, and my segment of the cosmos too, became a bit more peculiar than usual, uncertain, less predictable.
One should give attention to the dreams in the twelve nights between Christmas day and Epiphanias, and the strong winds each night seem to confirm the idea of the Wild Hunt passing through the area, blocksbergbound. But for the first time in ages I can sleep through, dreamless and undisturbed, missing out on the opportunity to learn about my future in the coming year – tah !
To make the outlook less gloomy here is some Poudre d’Or, ground by Mr SATIE, applied by Anne QUEFFÉLEC (Eng., about). [And, just for fun, a version played by Pascal ROGÉ (Eng.) for comparison.] I hope you enjoy the music.

I want to thank You for all the good Christmas wishes : Thank You.
I wish You all, my venerated readers, a Happy New Year 2017 !
Live long and prosper !

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* Many thanks to MSScarlet for bringing this interesting word to my attention.

Quick Update

I spend the evening mostly at the local waterhole, the Mogwash Arms. The locals were a bit, well reluctant in the beginning, but in the course of the evening it became pretty entertaining. A man called Sebastian insisted on a kind of ABBA-sing-along. I think he is also a member of the local teabagging-society. I may have gotten this wrong, but it could be related to the Teebeutelweitwurf of Eastern Frisia. Always astounding what survives in remote regions, maybe there is something to the romantische Kontinuitätsprämisse I just did not get.
The ice was broken and there were some charades or pantomimes. Especially impressive was a kangaroo that lost its tail, the crowd went wild and everybody wanted to touch this strange object. I tried to record the incantations, but somehow my trusted phone would not work.
When order was restored I found myself at the table  with a Canadian lady, who showed impressive drinking abilities. She introduced herself as “Mistress NK” and was in the company of some colourful characters, fellow diggers perhaps ?
I remember that there was talk about something like bond & bail and a tall gentleman from Texas insisted that I carry lots of gay coloured bracelets as a precaution, so be it, if they do not cumber with the digging.
I learned a new word – toodlepipski – travelling educates – and then went back to this idyllic guesthouse of Mr. Bates (free wifi), humming ABBA’s greasiest hits.
Ah, the Mogwash parking lot is my oyster !
Toodlepipski y’all, as The Lady said.