Vernal Flowers ...

Must checkout these absolut amazing cuban-yoruba twins from Paris: IBEYI.
Best and strongest songs heard since months and years... real music, real poetry!

(Please listen and watch everything you can find of them - the best videos can unfortunately not be seen and linked from Germany...)

Beauty is given (to us) (for free!)

Ich bin

jede Sekunde, jede Phase, jedes Kapitel meines Lebens,
weil ich mich neu erfinden kann.

Ich bin

jede Episode, jede multiple Abspaltung meiner selbst,
auch wenn ich mich immer neu definiere.

Ich bin

die Maßlosigkeit, die alle Schönheit dieser Erde auf einmal verschlingen möchte,

die Sehnsucht jede Facette meines Ichs zum Explodieren zu bringen.

Ich bin

die rasende Suche nach etwas Unbekanntem, die in träger Einsamkeit mündet.

Ich bin

der Moment des Glücks, wenn du in den Himmel schaust und dich, das ganze Universum in dir spürend, 
in mir wiederfindest,

der

jetzt

schon wieder

vorbei

ist.

Ich bin

ein Mosaik.

Ich gehöre zusammen.

Gehöre zusammen als Mosaik. Bin die Verbindung zwischen Mosaiksteinen.

Ein Teil. Teil der Verbindung.

Teil der Verbindung aus all den Mosaiken die du kennst.
Die du die Welt nennst.

Ich bin

(R.J.)

The silence of the world before BACH

Die Stille der Welt vor Bach

Es muss eine Welt gegeben haben vor
der Triosonate in D, eine Welt vor der a-moll-Partita,
aber was war das für eine Welt?
Ein Europa der großen leeren Räume ohne Widerhall
voll von unwissenden Instrumenten,
wo das Musikalische Opfer und das Wohltemperierte Klavier
noch über keine Klaviatur gegangen sind.
Einsam gelegene Kirchen,
in denen nie die Sopranstimme der Matthäuspassion
sich in hilfloser Liebe um die sanfteren
Bewegungen der Flöte gerankt hat,
wie sanfte Landschaften,
wo nichts zu hören ist als die Äxte alter Holzfäller,
das muntere Bellen starker Hunde im Winter
und Schlittschuhe auf blankem Eis wie ferne Glocken;
die Schwalben, die durch die Sommerluft schwirren,
die Muschel, in die das Kind hineinhorcht,
und nirgends Bach, nirgends Bach.
Die Schlittschuhstille der Welt vor Bach. 

(LARS GUSTAFSSON, dt. V. Reichel)

bossa nova berlim - for my brazilian friends

a  festa dos segundos

as ruas dançam nuas e azuis
a hora tem o gosto quente do chá que revigora
as lâmpadas brilham ensolaradas como um bosque no outono
e as idéias têm o frescor da neve da manhã
tão-somente com as mãos limpamos os sentidos
embaçados como janelas pela chuva ácida
vagamos irrefreáveis pelo oceano do tempo
e pressentimos que a tempestade não vai passar
não vai passar

do rádio despenca o silêncio
na cabeça rouco e cósmico arde o jazz
tecemos um agasalho com a poeira  das ruas
e celebramos a festa dos segundos
a dama para quem recordar é dever
entristece e fica rija como sal
rimos e dançamos em torno da estátua
e por fim explode o coração

sobre a mesa uma conta que rasgamos
e  vivemos então nossos desejos
não ligamos para a ditadura da maioria
a esperança como princípio é prejuízo
por quanto tempo devemos esperar
por paraísos futuros prometidos
enquanto silenciosos e inexplorados
os melhores dias passaram
passaram

não não as ruas dançam nuas e azuis
a hora tem o gosto quente do chá que revigora
as lâmpadas brilham ensolaradas como bosque no outono
e as idéias têm o frescor da neve da manhã
(tradução de Carlos Abbenseth e Antonio Martins)

the GOD of GUITAR died

paco de lucia ... sitting on the clouds, his music in our brains & hearts for eternety.

amour

tu me touches avec les doigts du regard

me décris avec la langue du silence

m’envisages avec les mains de la connaissance

assouvis ma faim pluridimensionnelle

tu jongles avec les syllabes hésitantes des odeurs

dévoiles des sons nostalgiques

tisses ton haleine dans la mienne

assouvis la faim des corps

tu danses avec le désir ardent de mes yeux

joues avec le rythme de mes pensées

avec les langues du silence

nous – un enfer foisonnant

de mots

pas encore nés

(Deutsch "stillen", in: "sekundenbuch", Leipzig 2012)
Übertragung (c) Marie Fleury.

COSMIC JAZZ 2: Johann Ludwig Bach ("der Meiniger")

overwhelmingly GENIAL and not sad at all:

Meine Bande sind zurissen

         Johann Ludwig Bach (1677 - 1731)

JONI MITCHELL is a POETRY GODESS

Watch her story here ...

and listen:

Heavy little!

                                                                     ...don't miss that!

Playing PIANO GODS - Jazz @ the Berlin Philharmonic

On tuesday, Dec 12 / 2012, three young gods of European piano jazz gave one of the best concerts I have ever witnessed in the last years: Leszek Możdżer (PL), Michael Wollny (D) and Iiro Rantala played a benefit for UNICEF at the Kammermusiksaal of the Berliner Philharmonie - on two grand pianos (one Steinway of the legendary piano master Alfred Brendel) and a Wurlitzer organ. I can only hope that they took a film or at least a recording of this evening! It was undescribably good... Each of them played some own composition, each of them played together with the others, at last all three played together. And I really mean PLAYed - every combination between zero an six hands, every combination you can imagine between 3 instruments and 6 arms of master musicians. It was even sporty and acrobatic sometimes (as they changed their positions husteling around on stage while playing together), but always highest state of the art. Actually, the best was when the masters played their own music in the focussed atmosphere of the philharmonic chamber music hall. A few standards (Bach) and great improvisation were given in a style that was really condign the idea of jazz at the venerable Berlin philharmony. Listen here, at least, to Iiro Rantalas piece "Thinking of misty" that opened that unique and really terrific concert...    

feast days (a mantra)

each day

a day of life

the plants

don’t misunderstand us

but inconceivable

and also

yet to be explained

by all our wisdom:

the movement

from zero to one

let’s wash out our handful

of experiences

under a jet of water

what’s left

dries in the sun

to be on the safe side

we’ll  keep it

and start over again