Ihre Alben? Ungehörte Klangqualität, Svarta Bjørn über die Figur der Anna Rebecka Hofstad, die sich Ende des 19. Jahrhunderts als Schlafbaracken-Köchin für die Gleisarbeiter beim Bau der schwedisch-norwegischen Erzbahn verdingte und eine der wenigen Frauen in einer fast vollständig geschlossenen Männerwelt war. karibremnes.no
En Elsgar in Berlin. Sie singt`s auch in Englisch, der Text dazu, mal sehen was der automatische Übersetzer draus macht:
A LOVER IN BERLIN
Lyrics and music: Kari Bremnes
Once l had a lover in Berlin,
said a frail old woman from a table next to mine.
His voice was like an ancient violin
and he spoke to me – that voice … that voice!….
Met Laura, and so her Max Bill tattoo in Paestum, where she visited Silvia, both Architecture Students from Sao Paulo, staying at the Azienda Bellellil , a little paradise in Paestum. Two serious ladies, beautyfull and so friendly. A rare combination, somehow, in my country. Both like Oskar Niemeyer, like me. Since decades, I hope to visit Brasilia. By the way…Fidel Castro visited Oskar Niemeyer to his 100 Birthday. Powering up with the elevator, he rings the doorbell, a man opens and faints. Fidel Castro, was on the wrong floor and not Oskar Niemeyer open the door. So it was told to me by Renè. I cooked „Gulasch a la Louise“, Rene`s mother, from St. Gallen, Svizerra, a very fine Lady, and both liked Louise Wolkenstein`s Gulasch. Merci.
11 of July, Akademie der Bildenden Künste München. Pictures, students , a professor and music at an exhibition. Wunderbar, day and night. My sax played with me, with Markus Oehlen and Marc Aurel and Okin Cznupolowsky, who conduct his performance of his ballet <<Marlene Fuchs 11a >> merci for being with you.
Six he was, when Pauline, his jewish mom took her life, thirtynine he was, when he hang himself on Good Friday, ten I was then, he was my dad. Magdalena Gross, daughter of Isaak Gross and Rahel Matzner, his grandma. Rahel was born in Oświęcim and died before these little Austrian came to power. That and that her family had a Liqueur distillery give`s me some pleasure.
Because, the night belongs to music: Arto Lindsay, sky-blue guitar, 12 strings (later 11, dental floss), effects devices. And what did he do with it? Playing: unheard, melodic, shrill, poetic, always surprising, unpredictable. Almost forgot how good this felt. Before reciting, Arto said: sweat. Wunderbar, I love this kind of humor. Then he wanted to know from the audience, what is said in German, when you wake up in a room where you previously never woke up. „Shakesperean“ said a guy and seemed to me, that was not meant. Arto played, and played, and played and sang in brasilian, charming voice in a charming language, double attack on my senses all above ground, gorgeous to my ears. Again, to the audience “ ?.. is the punishment for bad Punks“ we understood and deliberate and deliberate.
My sax-case, not a coffin, 132 seconds with Heinrich Nicolaus at the piano in Belgum, recorded with a Sony dictaphonem, untuned green notes, originally made for Carmen Knoebel.
Sounds free, very free, in the New World it is called „skronky“. The result, after years of having pushed to piano lessons. Good investment it thinks in me today, and the piano teacher who slapped on my fingers? It`s a shame that the side effect, or main effect?, of his music education does not hit his ears. So super lovely to meet and hear you Arto.
Kunst Crash Kurs. Eine wunderbare TV Dokumentation von 1980 von Robert Hughes + BBC + Time-Life-Film. 8 teilig und sie sind wunderbar anzusehen, eine Art Crash Kurs in Kunst. The keyword of the century: Modernity…..gemeint kann da nur sein, das 20. Jahrhundert.
Juni 2013: Bei Youtube leider nun für Deutschland gesperrt, anyway von Robert Hughes gibts Video Lessons about Art fast wie Sand am Meer.
A a different kind of shock: Robert Hughes, Art Critic NYT, about the Basquiat Retrospektive, Whitney 1992„…a parody of a funeral rite performed over a slender talent encased in a sarcophagus grossly to large for it…The life was so sad and truncated, and the art that came out of it so limited, that it seems unfair to dwell on either. Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
Encore? A Disaster
Basquiat`s sensibility, insofar as he can be said to have any, was that of an untrained and unruly adolescent wise only in his instinct for self display as a means of self-advancement… I´ve seen subway-car grafitti that was a lot more interesting than this stuff.“ Hilton Kramer, New York Observer.