In one of the last nights, forgot which one, I dreamed that the Pope would get married. I was there and helped him into his red shoes, and I asked His Holiness why he would take such a surprising, revolutionary step. He replied “Es befreit mich”, “it liberates me”. I do not remember whether he elaborated on this or nor, it is just this short answer I remember. There were other strange dreams, but I forgot them all. I blame the full moon.
Workwise I found it demanding, luckily all went well, no drama, but on Friday I lied down, and woke up only more than eleven hours later.
“Woke” is a strange word nowadays, an autonym or self-description of people who seem to have “understood” something, or “woke up” – at least that is their claim from what I understand. When I look at the bare nonsense that flies around under this label, I can only conclude that “they” – who ?! – understood not very much. It is mostly “cleansing” of speech / language ; it is the try to re-write history by throwing down monuments ; and finally – but I am not sure if this is connected with “wokeness” – it is that absolutely bonkers idea that grown males should be allowed into women’s rooms, simply because said blokes “identify” as women. He can “identify” as much as “woman” as he wants, but he can pee into a god damn porcellain bowl like any other schmock, next door baby. All this “gender” idiocy has gone too far, but it will vanish like water goes down the drain.
And so prepare for three minutes of guitar noise, in memory of Mr BECK (1944-2023) (Ger., Eng.), a title called Plynth (Water Down the Drain) from the 1969 longplayer Beck-Ola (Ger., Eng.) – it accidentally shows that Mr STEWART was once young too. Besides, I think after BECKs death, the last man standing of the post-war guitar heroes is Robin TROWER (born 1945) (Ger., Eng.). (I do not count Keif in (born 1943, Ger., Eng.), since he’s always playing with that little honky-tonk-band, so no improvement there.)
I hope you like the music, play it loud. May we face a bearable week.
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