mago, Sunday Music

Sunday Music, Monday Edition

Oh dear.
“Gestern noch auf stolzen Rossen, heute durch die Brust geschossen”, as WIlhelm HAUFF (Ger., Eng.) once put it in a poem called Reiters Morgenlied, Horseman’s Morning Song. After a weekend spent in fine company in sunny Suebia, I went to work this morning, still all good. Then I had to see the company doctor for the bi-annual check-up, and it went downhill from there. In the end he prohibited me from driving until I can show correct new glasses. He kindly avoided words like “ticking time bomb” and “accident waiting to happen”. I had realised that reading has become a bit difficult over time, but when I stared into this eye testing thingy, I understood that something is wrong. Cheating Adjusting the glasses did not work. And when the friendly assistant showed me a cardboard with a dot, I could not help and had to ask “Dot ?”, what produced a light sigh from her.
I drove home. Shortly afterwards my dispatcher’s right-hand-man wrestled the car keys from my shaking hands, and that was that.
And rightly so. The risk is simply much too big, it is totaly irresponsible not to act.
Tomorrow midday I’ll see the optician who “made” my glasses (in 2012), there will be an eyesight test resulting in correct new glasses (and a huge bill), and with a little luck I’ll be back on the road next week. Meanwhile I am on forced holiday, a good chance to look around and orientate oneself.
I need some friendly music today. Please listen with me to Mr David RUSSELL playing Minueto by Francisco de Asís Tárrega y Eixea.
I hope you like the music – and if you realise that your eyesight changes, have it checked please.

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Sunday Music

Sunday Music

Wonderful days, warm, golden light – it should stay this way, but nevertheless the murk lurks behind the horizon, hopefully still for weeks.
The week was, nothing earth shattering to report. With the exception of Frayday afternoon, when all of a sudden a really loud bang occurred while I was driving over a country road. We have no idea what happened. Of course something must have hit the vehicle, but what where – no clue. All I know is that it occurred behind and above me, and that I did not run over something. But whatever it was, it left no visible traces. The young boy who was my sole passenger at this moment became really alarmed and needed consolation ; thankfully he is not afraid to climb in, at least on Saturday all was  well with him again. (This Saturday was an additional working day.)
After this dramolett in the Franconian wilderness, and the boring book list, it is time for some joyful, little Gran Valse, composed by Francisco TÁRREGA (1852-1909) (Ger., Eng.), performed by David RUSSELL (Ger., Eng.).
I hope you enjoy the music ; may the coming week be warm, sunny, easy for all of us.

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Sunday Music

Sunday Music, Monday Edition

Not the best weekend it was, more the humpf-end of a humpf-week. Had to work through stuff in my head, was angry at others and finally at myself, cursed the damn wheel in my head that kept on repeating thoughts, scenes etc., seemingly unstoppable.
I went to town on Saturday, just to walk, look around and disperse my thoughts, for the same reason I strolled through the village on Sunday. No photographs. Work was easy this morning, I gradually re-assemble my shiny, optimistic self. The very good thing is that a very close friend’s health is notably improving, some other things in the lives of people close to me are going better, this makes me feel good.
Sunday Music is a little instrumental piece by Robin TROWER (Ger., Eng.) titled Wish You Were Mine, taken from the 2014 compilation Compendium 1987-2013. I hope you like the music, may it be an easy week for all of us.

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Sunday Music

Sunday Music

Here I sit, a helpless victim, a lonely prisoner in my own living room. Outside looms the monster : eight-legged, brownish, hairy, and mean.
Last evening I walked through the door of my living room, and was stopped in my track because I noticed a dark, brownish blob on the floor. It was a pretty large hairy spider, I have no clue of what sort. I only know that it is not one of those harmless, even slightly likeable Weberknechte (Ger., Eng.), but something more massive, and un-likeable.
I grabbed a glass from the kitchen counter and wanted to just put it over the creature, when I noticed that the glass would be a little too small and perhaps cut one of the behemoth’s legs ; so in an unexcusable fit of empathy I moved the glass to push the ogre a little in the right direction to its own benefit, what awoke the animal and made it run. Thankfully it did not make it into my living room, but returned and went in the general direction of hall, bathroom, kitchen. Especially in the last room are enough possibilities to hide.
When the creature run towards my left foot I leaped up squeaking, jumped into the living room, slammed the door shut and ripped my trousers off in fear to find the terrible animal running over my legs. GOd alone may know what this creature would do to my body ! So I jumped like Pantalone while checking my pantaloons …
Later that evening a friend on the phone not only laughed about this scene, but also reminded me that getting up in the night, and walking to the bathroom in the dark barefooted could hold some surprises – we arachnophobes are a lonely bunch …
Today’s Sunday Music is nothing “Itsy bitsy spider”-like, but a little piece by Nicolas VALLET (Ger., Eng.) titled Les Pantalons, performed by Marina BELOVA (about,  ytchannel).
I hope you like the music. May we all have a peaceful week ahead, preferable without any spider bite.

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