It’s terrible. Clear eyes, sound head, silky pelage – no serious reason contrivable to stay at home. What simply means that I’ll have to work again tomorrow. Thankfully not in the ddm (damndarkmorning, as coined by Savannah), but in the cold bright afternoon. I am glad that the worst is over from this nasty infection. Now without further detours to Sunday Music : Teodor CURRENTZIS (b. 1972) (Ger., Eng.) and musicAeterna (Ger.) bring us a nice little Orage, composed by Mon Sieur RAMEAU. A dynamic little piece, I hope you enjoy it. Hopefully the next week will spare you a cold, or some infection alike !
Yesterday I felt not up to the task of posting. I spent the last weekend mostly in bed, either sleeping or venting my anger., mostly by mumbling incoherently, sometimes shouting. This was caused by my co-driver, and it is not over. I need to change something there. But I do not want to start with that rubbish, I already had my share of mumbling & shouting. Besides that I felt (and still do feel) slightly sick, with headaches, a sore throat, and an ugly cough. Something sits in my chest, and I do not like it. But there are many things I do not like, for example that this damn war in the East slowly but steadily develops a spiral of expansion that must be stopped now. Not after the breakfast, or next week, now. I really don’t feel like marching over German fields with my Panzerfaust on my shoulder … What brings us elegantly (I try my best here !) to today’s Sunday music, a Geschwindmarsch by Robert SCHUMANN (1810-1856) (Ger., Eng.), no. 14 in his opus 99 Bunte Blätter, interpreted by Vladimir ASHKENAZY (b. 1937) (Ger., Eng.). I hope you enjoy the music – now let’s march through this week chin up chest out.
(If you like to compare, here is what RICHTER (1915-1997) (Ger., Eng.) made from the text ; UHLIGs (b. 1974) (Ger., Eng.) version here, DUZELs (b. 1990, about) here. I think the younger men do lack some Schmackes, if you know what I mean. Maybe they never had to march.)
Someone near me found that it is possible to use something called “Pressreader” (Ger., Eng.) via the local library. It promises full access to newspapers & magazines. This means that one has not to pay “Pressreader” for its service, but the library is the customer, and with a valid customer number and my PIN – with the library account – the library customer can use this newspaper service for free. It looks promising, because the interesting articles on the newspapers’ own websites are usually behind the pay-wall. At the website of Die ZEIT e.g. one can read this & that, but the accessible articles are usually dated, and repeated on a schedule, while the actual and interesting texts in the feuledong must be paid for. Or one buys the printed edition. It seems that the printed version and the online version also are not fully identical. Anyway. What lured me in, is the promise to read some papers fully without being obligated to have an account with every single one. I should busily deal with this – ach, I am lazy today : Didn’t I have enough action yesterday, when I made it just in time into the library of the Franconian capital to create my account ? And I vacuumed my appartement. And I cooked soup ! Enough is enough I say – I do nothing today. At least one day per week should be free from “news”. So let’s enjoy today’s Sunday Music, Guinnevere (Eng.) by Crosby, Stills & Nash from their debut album, aptly named after the musicians, released in 1969. May the week be bearable for all of us.
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.