Sunday Music

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Due to circumstances, especially too much rain over the last week, my early October extravaganca had to be postponed. There is a slim chance for the event to happen still in this month, but it really is vanishing small. The next possibility will be in spring 2025. Until then, the best solution may be to embrace the murk, the fog, the cold darkness, I will just soldier on, ach … too early for Glühwein. Meanwhile I have to avoid the Marzipan traps in the supermarkets !
Without further ado, here comes today’s Sunday Music : From the 1967 lp A Certain Smile, A Certain Sadness (Eng.) by the venerable Astrud GILBERTO (Ger., Eng.) & Walter WANDERLEY (Ger., Eng.) follows Here’s That Rainy Day (Eng.).
I hope you enjoy the music. May the coming week be bearable, may any corona be avoided.
And while you caught it : Best wishes, MITM !

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Sunday Music

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Here we are on a sunny Franconian Sunday, golden light poured over magnificent vineyards, fresh clear air all around. It became cold tonight with 3° C.
Time for a second cup of coffee, planning how to use the leftovers for today’s noon meal, and some feel-good-music. So here comes Mr Vince GUARALDI (1928-1976) (Ger., Eng.) on piano, together with Monty BUDWIG (1929-1992) (Ger., Eng.) on bass, Bola SETE (1923-1987) (Ger., Eng.) on guitar, and Nick Martinez on drums. They perform the title Ginza Samba, first published on the 1965 album From All Sides (Eng.) : May it put some spring in your step ! Let’s easily dance into October.

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Bandnames. Or : Too Much Time At One’s Hands

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Much to my chagrin, no travelling this weekend. I am coughing like a collier after twenty years. I dragged the bone sack to the pharmacy this morning, and when I finally came back home my t-shirt was wet, I could have entered the next contest. So it is time to hang around the web, and look at stuff.
I read this article on ZEIT ONLINE. The author states that a band name is a good indication for what to expect musically from the group in question. As example he uses “Powerwolf”, who seemingly produce “power rock”. Whatever that is. Commenters felt the need to come up with examples they found impressing, or interesting. Here follows a list of those band names mentioned in the comments’ section, in parentheses the result of a quick youtube search, usually the shortest available title, or no link, either because they are not on yt, or because I could not stand what I heard.

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Blumen am Arsch der Hölle (Obviously punk, do not understand one word, sorry.)
The toten Crackhuren im Kofferraum (Punk I guess. You do not speak German, do you ?)
OstzonenSuppenwürfelmachenKrebs (Drum solo. The best part …)
U-Bahn Kontrollöre in tiefgefrorenen Frauenkleidern (A capella nonsense.)
Acht Eimer Hühnerherzen (Basically doof. No link.)
Hildegard von Binge Drinking (No.)
Hängefäule (Apocryph. Not on yt.)
Cleaners from Venus (Kind of Britpop.)
Team Scheisse (Punk, what do you expect ?)
Die Ferngesteuerten Mettbrötchen (Not on yt. Take this.)
Bohren und der Club of Gore (Boring. No link.)
Bouncing Souls (They take themselves serious. No link.)
Die Braut haut ins Auge (Their song Was nehm’ ich mit wenn es Krieg gibt was released in 1995.)
Hasenscheiße , lp : Für eine Handvoll Köttel ( Zupfgeigenhansel reloaded.)
Vermooste Vloeten (I think this is what they call “Indie”.)
Die Zeugen Jevers (Not on yt.)
Dackelblut (Punk, ah ja. No link.)
Caspar Brötzmann Massaker (lp : Der Abend der schwarzen Folklore. No link. Soundscapes, artsy. Makes Einstürzende Neubauten look like tiny houses.)

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BRÖTZMANN (b. 1962) (Ger., Eng.) seems to be the most intellectual and innovative musician of the lot. In total a mixed bag, punk prevails. It seems to me as if most of these groups had had their heyday in the 90s and / or early 2000s. Anyway, no Sunday Music material.
I feel exhausted now. “Mush Brain” comes to mind, I remember Maggot Brain by Eddie (?) Hazel, but that’s ages ago. Time to lie down.

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A Drip Too Much

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In a strange combination of fear, aggressivity, and sadness, I entered the place I dislike, witness of my discomfitures, or open defeats, the local branch of the Do-It-Yerself Imporium, the Baumarkt. Yes, I can hit a nail with a hammer, and that is it. You do not want me to use “power” “tools”. There are craftspeople, who learn their trade for some years, who can built, repair, and whatnot. Of course they want money, them basteds …
The water tap, or faucet, in my kitchen had given in months ago. In true Franconian form, I ignored the problem, manly. And found improvised ways around. But at a certain point ignoring does not work any more, action is needed. An idiot (me, mostly) installed that thing, so an idiot (me, only) should be able to replace it. Repair for the cheapest Wasserhahn available is out of question, a new machine is needed. Hence my expedition into the heart of darkness.
It was much better than I expected. Free parking space, all them do-it-yerselfers are on vacancy or in hospital. Maybe I just met a nice slot. Wednesday’s afternoon, not too late.
I easily found the space where the tapware / fittings are offered. Thankfully they now mount examples on a wall, there is a number to the item, and you simply pull the cardboard box with that number from the rack below. Easy. Even me can handle that, I can read. I saw the cheapest bog standard valve – twice. The difference for the untrained eye was five €. I pulled both packages, looked at them, and did not get it. So I turned towards the next available expert.
And to my utter amazement, and totally different from my former experiences, I not only found a salesperson nearby, but the guy did not run away when I approached him with my two packages and a questionable face. That’s what they used to do.
We looked at the both items, and finally the man found the difference : One of these unremarkable faucets is for use in the bathroom, the other for use in the kitchen. The difference is the actual height of the “pipe” (or how you may call it, bibcock ?) where the water streams out : The kitchen thing is higher, so one can put a (high) jar under it, think of the big, and high, noodle pot. Learning never stops !
I spare you the details of the following mechanical madness. I installed what had to be installed, while the problem was more to un-install the chalk crusted tap. I did all this in a manly way, what means that a quick glance on one of the exploded assembly drawings was of course enough for orientation, pre-fetching tools is obviously for the weak.
Now the kitchen floor is clean, mopped freshly, a new shiny, chrome gleaming apparatus is installed. And tomorrow, when all is dry, I will even open the water line for real, ready to combat the unavoidable drip to come.
Now you know the difference between a bathroom appliance and a kitchen appliance that first look all the same. Now I know that I have to reduce that damn belly asap, die Wampe muß weg !
Sorry, no music, I was looking for some plumber song, but found nothing.
I just wait for the next drip.

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