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Sunday Music

Back home from a trip into the Suebian nature. Yesterday it was a picture-perfect sunny day in the early afternoon with clear blue sky and blinking snowy fields. And wind knifing through one’s jacket like the proverbial hot knife through warm butter. You could stand and watch snow drifts building, watch the surface of the snow change while the fierce breath was running over it. Wonderful clear air.
Awwwhhh …
Time to jump back into the car, and leave the ridges of the Suebian Alb behind.
And while driving down to gentler & warmer fields the sky changed into a pretty angry grey and it started to snow. And kept on the good work until this afternoon, when all of a sudden the snow turned to graupel or sleet, and then to rain.
When I had to leave in the afternoon it was raining. When the railway wagon stood at stations it was rattled by the wind, I could hear it howl & feel the car sway. So when I stepped out at my destination, I braced for the onslaught of heavy cold gushes – and found it to be warm : The temperature of the air is actually rising, tomorrow morning 6°C are to be expected, with gushes up to 9 on the Beaufort scale (Ger., Eng.).
The winter-wonder-land is melting away in front of my eyes.
I like fog, and rain, it may be gentle or not. And hence we hear as this Sunday Music The Gentle Rain in the version of Art FARMER (Ger., Eng.) from his 1972 lp Gentle Eyes (Eng.).
I hope you enjoy the music, and may the coming week be gentle to all of us.

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Sunday Music

It snows, continuously & gently. Small flakes. The clouds are so very low that one can touch them. But it is much lighter than yesterday, when the fog barely lifted and the whole day was spent in a dark grey, while today it is a white grey, without even the slightest idea of “sun”. The forecast says that it will become warmer within coming night, and tomorrow we’ll have temperatures well over the freezing point, abundant rain, and wind becoming stronger & stronger. And so for the coming days. But it is only a small disruption, afterwards winter will come with might.
This Sunday Music is a piece called East Side Drive composed by Mundell LOWE (Ger., Eng.), a very interesting jazz guitarist. (Here a link to his 1955 version of Cheek to Cheek.) He also composed film music, and today’s piece is part of the soundtrack for Satan in High Heels (Eng.), I am sure it was the cinematographic highlight of 1962.
I find it always astounding what one can pack into three minutes.
I hope you enjoy the music. May the coming week be a peaceful one.

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Sunday Music

This appartement looks and feels a bit empty now that the visit is gone. It is warm, reasonably tidy & clean, the bills for electricity & water are payed, the furniture is usable, but the whole thing, it is empty.
The sky is dark grey, midday saw at least short episodes of sunshine. A little excursion into the Franconian wilderness was done, heads were aired, walks were walked, a sausage was consumed and coffee was drunk ; when the clouds conglobated ever more, the wind became chilly & first snow-like particula mixed between the raindrops, then it was time to return to this place for me, and, sadly, to start over and drive away for my visitor.
We may expect rain, rain with snow, and finally snow, together with gusty winds. And wild boar, because I just read that they invaded the Botanical Garden last week. They start a reign of terror over the suburban gardens. The road works that forced me to use a pretty long detour over the last weeks, are finished now, so I may drive through the woods again – yay for swine, yippiahyeah …
À propos swine, don’t let me forget to write about the German election sometime next week, not now while I am just collecting meself together again.
The week that was, simply was. No drama, no accident, all went well, unagitated and slightly boring. I more or less listen astounded to the endless waffle of my codriver, I never before met a person of such loquaciousness – her husband must be deaf or a saint. The kids are all right. Thankfully I was allowed to do a little research for an American lady, and could help a bit with a family history. Nice to see that at least one or two of my brain cells survived. Next week will see me at the desk, papers must be sorted, a few letters need to be written, I want to have my stuff done, packed & sealed before December.
Enough of my waffle, let’s hear some music.
This Sunday Music is movement 3, the shortest, titled “The Alcotts”, of Charles IVES‘ (Ger., Eng.) Piano Sonata Number 2, usually referred to as Concord Sonata (Ger., Eng.). We see the interesting pianist Christina McMaster (about) with a flawless performance. BTW it is very interesting to see how a modern young pianist uses the new media as a matter of course and presents herself to the public.
I hope you like the music. May we all face a peaceful week, stay warm and safe.

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Sunday Music

The last week was uneventful, and good so – no catastrophe on international & national level, in the neighbourhood or the personal environment, it may go on through the rest of this year.
I was unsure what to bring as Sunday Music. My thoughts went in the jazz-rock / prog-rock direction (think Gong or King Crimson), but they always feel the need to play so long – is the art of the short & luscious song extinct ?
When I looked outside I realised that it was already dark, and it will be dark tomorrow when I have to get up & step out, it will be dark for some time while I work in the morning, and the evening too. But I will move into the morning, hopefully a colourful one with sun, not a grey foggy snow affaire.
So we turn to the old masters, who estimate small forms, and sometimes pack more into two or three minutes than modern composers and performers into twelve. We hear LASSUS’  song La Nuict Froide et Sombre (wiki), sadly I did not find who is performing.

La nuit froide et sombre
Couvrant d’obscure ombre
La terre et les cieux,
Aussi doux que miel
Fait couler du ciel
Le sommeil aux yeux.

Puis le jour suisant
Au labeur duisant
Sa lueur expose,
Et d’un tein divers
Ce grand univers
Tapisse et compose.

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Night cold and sombre,
Covering with dark shade
Earth and heaven,
Pours from the sky
Sleep, as sweet as honey,
On the eyes.

Then day, following
And leading men to toil,
Spreads its light,
And with varying colours
Weaves and ordains
This great universe.

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I especially like the “tapisse et compose” in the last vers – the day weaves and sorts the Great universum. In the end it is sol invictus, the old unbeatable GOd of Light, who comes back and allows us another round of living life.
I hope you enjoy the music, may our weeks be peaceful, friendly, and full of light.

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