Manafonistas

Yesterday was great: like one of Joey’s more eventful bike rides to the outskirts of Hannover. Though I was nearly never leaving the confined space of my garden. It all started with a weird dream explaining to Ian the text types of „interim texts“. I had to speak very loud, cause my long gone father was producing noises near the ceiling. One rule: if old daddy comes along in your dreams, it’s time to think twice. Within hours the unfinished businesses of the „book“ and the „Punktfestival“ were history. I just knew it was over. As Joey told me later on: the blog is more important than the book. Right he is. The day turned into pure delight. I had to laugh out loud when some guy I will keep unnamed used the word „slots“. Never believe a guy (at least be very sceptical) who says „slots“ or „no slots“. A good man offered me his shining new blue tooth-driven Mercedes (there are nice people on this planet who drive Mercedes!) for a trip to Paris. Because my cooling system broke down. In the afternoon I was listening to Donald Fagen’s „The Nightfly“ on a surround system, and thought, well, on August 15th I will definitely turn into a nightfly doing a five-hour-radio-live show, and the only thing that will keep me from snoring into the microphone: only play what you love.  So, in the last 25 minutes, before 6 a.m. Mr. Fagen’s „New Frontier“ would be a good choice as would be Rickie Lee Jones‘ version of „Show Biz Kids“. And then Art Lande and Jan Garbarek might finish the time traveling zone with their duo classic „Red Lanta“.  Anyone who knows the ECM-record will probably see the cover before the eyes, like a photo beautifully gone wrong.  When, one evening,  I sat with Manfred Eicher and some musicians in the open-air-zone of a restaurant in Lugano, we talked about some records we will always love to return to. Discovering some rare beauty in unheared music is the same thrill as returning to sources of constant wonder. And this was the multicoloured thrill of yesterday’s trip to a clear mind. In the end this clearness and joy were a bit too much for me, and I cooled down with a good half of a  bottle of ice-cold wine (rose). If paradise is half as nice. When the night came falling down, I went into my electric cinema and saw one of the darkest episodes ever of the American TV-series „Justified“ (in the middle of season 4).  Near the end my „hero“, Raylan Givens, said to a guy: „Did I hear that right? You just gave me an order?“ Mistake.