
STRINGS & KEYS / SAITEN + TASTEN – Maneri Moods
another program/noch ein Programm ON DEMAND
mit: Mat Maneri, Lucian Ban, Robin Williamson, Barre Phillips, Ale Möller
on life, music etc beyond mainstream
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2013 1 Dez.
Henning Bolte | Filed under: Blog | RSS 2.0 | TB | Tags: Lucian Ban, Mat Maneri, Robin Williamson | Comments off

STRINGS & KEYS / SAITEN + TASTEN – Maneri Moods
another program/noch ein Programm ON DEMAND
mit: Mat Maneri, Lucian Ban, Robin Williamson, Barre Phillips, Ale Möller
2013 1 Dez.
Henning Bolte | Filed under: Blog | RSS 2.0 | TB | Tags: Andy Emler E Total, Andy Emler MegaOctet, Maria Faust Jazz Catastrophe | 5 Comments
my last program/mein letztes Programm ON DEMAND
dashing clamorous glory
glorioses Krachgemach, Sing mit Sang, einmal mit ganzen achten volle Wucht gebracht und dann gleich mit fünfzehnen in Szene gesetzt
Maria Faust JAZZ CATASTROPHE ………………. Andy Emler MEGAoCTET: E TOTAL


2013 1 Dez.
Manafonistas | Filed under: Blog | RSS 2.0 | TB | Tags: Brian Eno, Taking Tiger Mountain (By Strategy) | 2 Comments
These are your orders –
Seems like it’s do it or die
So please read them closely
When you’ve read them be sure that you eat them up –
They’re specially flavoured
With Burgundy, Tizer and Rye
Twelve sheets of foolscap: don’t ask me why.
We hit the jungle
Just as it starts to monsoon:
Our maps showed no rainfall
All the boys were depressed by this circumstance
„Trust in the weather“ said less agricultural men
Who gives birth to more farmhands, don’t ask me why.
Fifteen was chosen because he was dumb,
Seven because he was blind:
I got the job because I was so mean,
While somehow appearing so kind.
Drifting about through the cauliflower trees
With a cauliflower ear for the birds,
The squadron assembled what senses they had
And this is the sound that they heard…
Back at headquarters,
Khaki decisions are made
File under „Futile“:
That should give you its main point of reference
It’s all so confusing, what with pythons and then deadly flies
But to them, it’s a picnic
Don’t ask me why.
Thirteen was chosen because of his luck,
Eleven because of his feet:
One got signed up for exceptional pluck,
Another because he was mute.
Roaming about through the gelatine swamps
With a gelatine eye on the stripes,
The squadron assembled what senses they had
And this is the sound that they heard…
Back in Blighty, there was you
There were milkmen every morning
But these endless shiny trees, never used to be that way.
Back in Blighty, there was you,
There were milkmen every morning
But these endless shiny trees,
Never used to be that way.