Strange

http://buduclan.de/music/music1/mp3/Strange.mp3 Experimentally, but not random, but concentrated on finding appropriate atmospheres
. . . . of food poisoning, rushed up to the collapse. In the center of our bass man full
Playfulness. . . recklesness and then in all of these small, delicate, lost melody
vainly tried to be cheerful. . . precious!
Please stop once this wonderful car chase: The bass guitar picks from far away,
coming closer and closer – and the closer the guitar is, the faster runs off the bass. . .
CLASS! – Then “verpusten”. . . and on it goes. . . !
THIS is the perfect soundtrack for a car chase worthy of the name!

STOP ! POLICE !

http://buduclan.de/music/music1/mp3/STOPPolice.mp3

This is the story of one who has to facilitate urgent. . .
Since it is located in the city, the options are limited. . . and so
he scurries from place to place, which unfortunately all turn out to be unsuitable.
Finally seems to have found a discreet spot and the much
hoped for salvation to be within reach. . . but just before
this may happen, lies down from behind a hand on his
shoulder: STOP! POLICE !

Summertime – ( Gershwin )

The piece comes out of the ether and. . . loses himself in it – as do we!

It is formed from a furious free jazz, who after he “danced” to rest. . .

listening and opens again. . .

Not tonal Lying close, but the atmosphere opens the door to a common

musical walk. . . . as blowing in a familiar tune, is welcomed

and cited, where the memory goes. . .

Since the Summer mood but in stark contrast to just herrrschenden season

stood, suggested the idea of ​​”winter time” and not start by turning on of endless cars and

to sing the wheels. . . . what later (due to a more massive expectant

Bass pulse) to “times was in” is because even after Brecht) (a conversation about trees

Crime because it includes so many horrors .. . .

and Rrrrrrrrratz-Fatz – still pure tinkered some Maschienengewehrsalven – DONE!

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Will summer come again . . ?

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Diese Zeile ist eine "Gesprächsnotiz", die ich auf einem Spaziergang im                
Vorbeigehen auf eine beschneite Motorhaube geschrieben habe . . .                                      
Wenn der Sommer dann da ist, verschwindet diese Frage ja von selbst.                               
Irritierend ist, diese Selbstverständlichkeit in Frage zu stellen.                                                
Ob hier persönliche Befürchtungen, oder die ins Rutschen geratenen                          
Grundwerte unserer Gesellschaft gemeint sind, bleibt so wunderbar offen . . .   
 . . .sowas ( neben der gemeinsamen Suche nach dem Flow, dem Spielen der
Gitarre und dem Bedienen der „elektischen Helfer“ ) aus dem Stegreif heraus
entwickeln zu können, macht mich nicht nur stolz, sondern gibt darüber hinaus
den Blick  auf die Potentiale frei, die ungenutzt in uns ALLEN schlummern.. .   .    .      .

zum Text. . .

Vermisst

Walz