Ordinary Feelings

Introduction in English:

Germany in the 1960s was still very much influenced by the Nazi stink. Violence and black pedagogy still prevailed in families. Beatings and spankings were part of the natural educational repertoire of parents. 
Unfortunately, my father and mother also joined this then socially accepted community of thugs.   
In this often ominous and latently threatening time, Doris Day was for me the ideal projection screen for a world full of harmony, clarity and lightness. 
Since my parents basically loved me (they themselves had been traumatized by terrible experiences of violence in Nazi Germany and, due to a lack of suitable trauma therapies at the time, unconsciously went from being victims to perpetrators when beating us children), they took my childhood crushes on Doris Day seriously and at some point gave in to my urging to write her a (fictitious) letter from Germany.... 
As an adult, I distanced myself from my childhood crush on Doris Day for a long time, since critical film analyses tended to portray her as a representative of superficial, shallow and pseudo-harmonic acting and song art. 
Then I saw her again a good ten years ago at the „Berlinale“ in a documentary with Rock Hudson and his HIV infection at the beginning of 1985. Nobody wanted to get Hudson, whose HIV infection was diagnosed in Moscow, out of there and bring him back to the U.S. by plane. Most were afraid of becoming infected themselves. 
Not so Doris Day. She, along with several other actors, organized the flight back. And when Rock Hudson, who was already seriously ill with AIDS, stepped out of the plane after landing in the U.S., she demonstratively stood next to him and put her arm around him. Even today, tears come to my eyes when I think of this unique gesture of solidarity and loyalty. 
Since that magical moment in a Berlin movie theater, Doris Day has become immortal to me. 
And I can only say: I was not at all mistaken in my early love for her....

Lyrics in English

My Blond Angel

When I was a little boy 
Just a meter high 
I fell in love with your blond hair 
That always smelled like cinnamon stars to me

I'd watch TV in the afternoon and then I'd see you 
As you came on the screen
You were pure harmony, clinically pure, high polish
You exuded carefree elegance

No one believed I could fall in love like that
Little boys are supposedly not ready for that yet

But I suffered, I pined, I was sick with love
My blond angel from the faraway land

My parents told me she lives far away from here
In the great wide U.S.A.
Her name is Doris Day and she'd already have
A husband to take care of her

But I wouldn't give up
I cried and cried until my parents realized
They found out her residence and address
And after my continued insistence,

I dictated a love letter to them both
My father translated it for her

He threw it in for me, I was still too little for that
My blond angel from the faraway land

When I sat in front of the screen the following weeks
She looked at me differently
She looked quite in love, my letter seduced her
Since then I was her little husband

For a long time I was ashamed of this love
But recently I saw her
More magical than ever
For me she remains a shining light
I love her

Mein Blonder Engel (My Blond Angel)

If I ever had pride in your eyes
It was the lies you said to me
That made it die inside of me
If I ever had pride in your eyes
It was the lies you said to me
That made it die inside of me
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Hold out, it's running down my back
What I stand for in myself, I'm feeling under attack
On the edge now, on the edge now
Shut down, the peace inside of me
Inner self is all but here, it's not a pleasant scene
You see now? You see now
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Drifting, further out
Away from your vibes that you're putting out
The bad energy, it flows
Stuck out in the storm
Caught in the rampage that you have poured on
Me now, me now
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If I ever had pride in your eyes
It was the lies you said to me
That made it die inside of me
If I ever had pride in your eyes
It was the lies you said to me
That made it die inside of me
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Prides gone from the way
You always beat me down and you do it again
I said high strung, the games you play
I always get back up just to do it again
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Now I'm seeking solace
Inner thoughts, provoking words, I need some self defense
Secure, how? Secure, how?
Tasteless, the way you do me wrong
In myself, I'm all but here, oh yeah, I'm fucking gone
A ghost cloud, a ghost cloud
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Drifting, further out
Away from your vibes that you're putting out
The bad energy, it flows
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If I ever had pride in your eyes
It was the lies you said to me
That made it die inside of me
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If I ever had pride in your eyes
It was the lies you said to me
That made it die inside of me
If I ever had pride in your eyes
It was the lies you said to me
That made it die inside of me
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Prides gone from the way
You always beat me down and you do it again
I said high strung, the games you play
I always get back up just to do it again

p r i d e

When I knew that in this year 2022 the centenary of the birth of the composer Iannis Xenakis is being celebrated, I got the impulse of composing a piece inspired by his music. The result has been the composition that I present here.
In the following links you will find the PDF files with the theoretical introduction:

Explanation in English language:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1EhCnCpk1_F1pWaDJq_ukEZ3L5T_6Wcsd/view?usp=sharing

Explicació en català:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1xQVWTE6_MzS6bGkNNfhte2Jmh0TNL9E1/view?usp=sharing

Explicación en castellano:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1PilJZMRNLupHWXM7ktz8nLPT0AASnyJr/view?usp=sharing

Hyperbolic Paraboloid and Xenakis

Introduction in English:
Since childhood, I have always enjoyed spending time in nature and especially in the woods. Often no one knew exactly where I was. I told my mother that I was in "Transylvania". Then she knew not to ask. 
At my secret nature places I always found a deep security and a protection from the everyday demands which threatened to overrun me from time to time. 
This is basically true to this day. 
I find it all the more painful that many forests in which I used to find so much peace and harmony no longer exist today or are threatened with extinction. 
I try to give this pain a musical expression with the song "Mother Earth". 
The cover for the song this time comes from the Polish artist Renata Golab.

Lyrics in English:

Mother earth

Stone rubble, sore veins,
Trees without bark root fracture
Lions toothless, worn nails,
Wingless birds in the canyon

Meadows pale, no play of clouds,
The wind song is menacingly silent
The milk of cows dry sand
Chicken gods stones eyeless at the edge

I hold the mother earth
Soon runs completely through my hand
So sore the mother earth
The last tree in the trunk already almost burned up

Meadows stand colorless on the pastures
Winds are unleashed and distraught
Cats without fur and without paws
Dogs without snouts, biting -shy

Rose bushes are a sea of stumps
Sunflowers pea-small
Birds do not sing, the stable is empty
The clouds, hard as moonstone

I hold the mother earth
Soon completely runs through my hand
So sore the mother earth
The last tree in the trunk already almost burned

Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire...

Deutscher Originaltext: 

Mutter Erde

Steingeröll, wundgeplatzte Adern
Bäume ohne Rinde Wurzelbruch
Löwen zahnlos, abgewetzte Nägel
Flügellose Vögel in der Schlucht

Wiesen bleich, kein Wolkenspiel
Der Windgesang ist drohend still
Die Milch der Kühe Trockensand
Hühnergötter-Steine augenlos am Rand

Ich halt die Mutter Erde
Rinnt mir bald völlig durch die Hand
So wund die Mutter Erde
Der letzte Baum im Stamm schon fast verbrannt

Wiesen stehen farblos auf den Weiden
Winde sind entfesselt und verstört
Katzen ohne Fell und ohne Tatzen
Hunde ohne Schnauzen, beissend -scheu

Rosensträuche sind ein Stümpfe-Meer
Sonnenblumen erbsenklein
Vögel singen nicht, der Stall steht leer
Die Wolken, hart wie Mondgestein

Ich halt die Mutter Erde
Rinnt mir bald völlig durch die Hand
So wund die Mutter Erde
Der letzte Baum im Stamm schon fast verbrannt.

Brand, Brand, Brand, Brand, Brand, Brand….

Mutter Erde (Mother Earth)

Produced, Written, and Performed By: IAN GREAVES, DOMINIQUE MONIQUE aka  DOMINIQEFRENCH and RS FRAWSTAKWA 

Instrumental, Mixing and Mastering By: IAN GREAVES

DOWN LIKE THAT RIP-IT-UP

Down Like That  Rip It Up

Available also on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/1kk7PElPZaFRMWmpsitc4c?si=jKKPtCNqQ2C5EXY8vjbXrg

Totems

I think every person has a shadow part of their mind. It may be negative, but when something painful happens, a part of a person's psyche doesn't age from that moment.

One Man's Revenge

Introduction in English:
Over 30 years ago, I did a six-week hitchhiking trip in Ireland. Right at the beginning of the tour I met Ian and we hitchhiked through the beautiful Emerald Isle. 
We quickly discovered that we were both stuck in completely hopeless love affairs. He in London and me in Berlin. Both of us didn't want to admit it for a long time. Now, after countless attempts to save our relationship, we had fled to Ireland. 
I described my rescue efforts as a "Himmelfahrtskommando“. But there is no real equivalent for this German pun in English. The closest thing is "Suicide Mission". And so we came to call our community of fate "Suicide-Himmelfahrt-Mission". 
After this unforgettable tramp journey we always stayed in contact with each other. 
Until earlier this year, Ian's mother informed me that he had died unexpectedly of a heart attack. 
Accordingly, I dedicate this song to my friend Ian, who passed away much too soon. 
In the first part I sing the chorus in German. In the second part I imagine how the almost always cheerful jazz friend Ian would have sung the verses and the chorus. And in the third part, I imagine how the two of us would have sung the chorus together.

Lyrics in English:

From above, look down on me
Have completely overstretched myself

I sadly think oft he last day
I believed that could be done

Saw no age, no boundaries
Even defied the death

Suicide Mission
I can’t stand it
I am breaking down
Totally wounded
Lie to myself
All is lost
This is a Suicide Mission

Life seemed to me wihout meaning
Now finally I had the mission

First I flew along as if in a daze
Completely filled with a great vision

Yes, to heal you
And to redeem you
From the Trauma Suck

I ask myself on e last time
Why didn`t I look there?

Right in front of me the torture stake
And the warners shouted aloud

No demureness
Remote from earth
In wanting to be god burned

Refrain auf Deutsch:

Himmelfahrt
Alles zu hart
Brech‘ in mich ein
Blut wie ein Schwein
Total verschätzt
Tödlich verletzt
Das ist ein Himmelfahrtskommando

Suicide-Himmelfahrt-Mission

I have been invited by Combstead @markcombs-928282858
to play some lead guitar on a piece of him. The piece he provided to me was such a wonderful ballad, that I immediately got the ideas for the clean guitars. The solos were flowing due to Marks great and inspiring composition! 
So I feel very honored by that and I am looking forward to further collaborations with him.
I hope you will enjoy this as well as we do!
Have fun, it’s rock!

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Combstead & N.o.b.S.  - Pushing Daisies

Sometimes it's all too much! A remake of a "Sun Tower" classic, (Shaels other band on SC) this one might help you with that weight on your shoulder. Sung sweetly by Sierra Wolfe, Shael Wrinch and Chris Herbsen on guitars, and produced as always by Shael at the Stone Hill studio on Bowen Island.

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Sometimes

Deutscher Singer-Songwriter über fünfzig Jahre alt. Seit fast vierzig Jahren schreibe und singe ich Lieder. Mein Hauptinstrument ist die akustische Gitarre, aber ich mag auch Perkussionsinstrumente (Cajon, Maracas, Gurio). Ich liebe es, melancholische und poetische Balladen zu komponieren. Aber manchmal schreibe ich auch (schwarze) humorvolle Songs, Jazzstyle und -Rocksongs. Meine Hauptsprache ist Deutsch. Aber in Zukunft will ich mehr Songs auf Englisch und vereinzelt auch Französisch schreiben.
In meinen Kompositionen bin ich inspiriert von Leonard Cohen, John Lennon, Jacques Brel, Van Morrison und Bob Dylan. Auf meinen Platten spiele und singe ich alles alleine. Meine Vision für die Zukunft ist es, Musiker aus verschiedenen Kulturen zu finden, die gerne ihre Tracks mit mir teilen wollen.
Mein persönliches Mantra ist ein Satz, der von Paul Mccartney auf dem Beatles-Album "Abbey Road auf dem Track "In the end" vor fast Fünfzig Jahren geschrieben wurde:

Die Liebe, die Du bekommst ist gleich der Liebe, die Du gibst.

German singer-songwriter over fifty years old. For almost forty years I have been writing and singing songs. My main instrument is the acoustic guitar, but I also like percussion instruments (Cajon, Maracas, Gurio). I love composing melancholic and poetic ballads. But sometimes I also write (black) humorous songs, jazz style and rock songs. My main language is German. But in the future I want to write more songs in English and occasionally also in French.
In my compositions I am inspired by Leonard Cohen, John Lennon, Jacques Brel, Van Morrison and Bob Dylan. On my records I play and sing all by myself. My vision for the future is to find musicians from different cultures who would like to share their tracks with me.
My personal mantra is a sentence written by Paul Mccartney on the Beatles album "Abbey Road on the track "In the end" almost fifty years ago:

The love you take is equal to the love you make.

Mutter Erde (Mother Earth)

Karlit-O-Kay (K-O-K)

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