Wintersonnenwende heute. Die Tage werden wieder länger. Und es gibt weihnachtliche Hoffnung...Was liegt da näher als Kompositionen von Palaestrina?

Photographs of fancy tricks to get your kicks at sixty-six
He thinks of all the lips that he licks
And all the girls that he's going to fix
She gave a little flirt, gave herself a little cuddle
But there's no place here for the mini-skirt waddle
Capital punishment, she's last year's model
They call her Natasha when she looks like Elsie
I don't want to go to Chelsea

Oh no it does not move me
Even though I've seen the movie
I don't want to check your pulse
I don't want nobody else
I don't want to go to Chelsea

Everybody's got new orders
Be a nice girl and kiss the warders
Now the teacher is away
All the kids begin to play

Men come screaming, dressed in white coats
Shake you very gently by the throat
One's named Gus, one's named Alfie
I don't want to go to Chelsea

Oh no it does not move me
Even though I've seen the movie
I don't want to check your pulse
I don't want nobody else
I don't want to go to Chelsea

Photographs of fancy tricks to get your kicks at sixty-six
He thinks of all the lips that he licks
And all the girls that he's going to fix
She gave a little flirt, gave herself a little cuddle
But there's no place here for the mini-skirt waddle
Capital punishment, she's last year's model
They call her Natasha when she looks like Elsie
I don't want to go to Chelsea

Oh no it does not move me
Even though I've seen the movie
I don't want to check your pulse
I don't want nobody else
I don't want to go to Chelsea

des vorher Gesagten:

in den letzten Tagen oft Nick Cave und zwar die CD "Your funeral, my trial" bei Mute records erschienen. Schöne Lyrik, schöne Instrumentalisierung (?), schöne Töne, voller Melancholie. Ach, Verzweifelung kann so schön sein, so gut tun.

Einer der schönsten Gesänge des Abendlandes:




Viderunt omnes fines terrae
salutare Dei nostri.
iubilate Deo omnis terra.

(aus dem 98. Psalm: Alle Ränder des Erdkreises sahen das Heil unseres Gottes. Jauchzet dem Herrn alle Welt.)

Let's start the party!

gibts immer sicher von Captain Beefheart:

wieder einmal MOTÖRHEAD:

Depeche Mode:

In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave

In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave

Im hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
Your favourite passion
Your favourite game
Your favourite mirror
Your favourite slave

Im hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

".. Robin Crutchfield left a quiet, secluded childhood in Ohio and Pennsylvania, studying painting and sculpture, and moved to New York City in the early 1970’s to pursue an interest in performance art, symbolism, and tableau vivant. After critically acclaimed works at several galleries including Stefan Ein’s 3 Mercer St. Store and Artist’s Space, he took up a keyboard and founded the minimal, no wave experimental noise band, DNA, with Arto Lindsay and Ikue Mori, which performed at Max’s Kansas City and CBGB’s during the birth of the indie music movement. With recordings to follow, including an Eno-produced album “No New York”, he left DNA less than a year later, to form a solo project of sorts, Dark Day, which made the most of collaboration with various artists and musicians, resulting in further recordings, and concerts where he could express his performance art ideas using dark, moody, psycho-social, symbolic elements. In the ‘80s, he added writing to his accomplishments, self-publishing several short novels, inspired by the styles of Ted Geisel and Gertrude Stein, and did live performance readings at Club 57 St. Marks, and Joseph Papp’s Public Theater, as well as experimenting with filmmaking. In the ‘90s, , loaning his music to a Belgian label, and filmmaker Errol Morris, for a short-lived television series, he returned to music playing with computer-based, multi-layered coglike solo composition, and independently releasing several collections. While continuing his musical pursuits, at the turn of the century, he began delving deeper into the past, writing and publishing a series of faerie tales in miniature book format. He has more or less retreated from technology of late, pursuing studies related to otherworldly realms, occult symbology, and the playing of primitive, spiritually evocative instruments, a variety of small harps, lyres, psalteries, thumb piano and assorted percussion. "