Virtus Junxit Mors Non Separabit: Whom virtue unites, death will not separate

Elvis Presley Dandy Attitude

Der Welt erscheine ich, von meiner Seite absichtlich, bloß wie ein Dilettant und Dandy: es ist nicht schlau, der Welt das eigene Herz zu zeigen – und wie ernsthaftes Verhalten die Tarnung des Trottels ist, ist Narrheit in ihren exquisiten Arten von Belanglosigkeit und Gleichgültigkeit und Mangel an Sorge das Gewand des schlauen Mannes. In solch einem geschmacklosen Zeitalter wie diesem brauchen wir alle Masken. (Oscar Wilde)

Dieser David mit seinem Elvis-Tick:

Dieser „nervige“ David: Er kann von Glück sagen, dass ich Elvis Aaron Presley auch mag.

Aber hier: Dandy Attitude (wirklich gut!; Wo immer er das her hat…)

Bernd Dahlenburg, Herausgeber des Blogs Castollux

The Freemason’s Song.: Je t’appartiens – Let It Be Me

Je t’appartiens [i.e.: I belong to The Great Architect of the Universe]

“Hiram legend was not used when modern Freemasonry started in 1717.

By 1730 (just a few years later) it was the central part of the Masonic ritual. Today it remains the heart of the ritual. It is supposed to teach us Masonic lessons. But what are they?

Freemasonry (remember the period when the Hiram legend started, 1717-1730) teaches that each person is entitled to dignity and respect, freedom of thought and speech, not even our friends, or ourselves, should curtail this freedom. Hiramic legend could be about the universal struggle for freedom.

If so, what is this freedom?

Freedom of speech includes freedom of those who say things we hate, hurtful things that upset people. Otherwise, it is not real freedom.”

(Brother Paul Bessel – Presentation at Benjamin B. French Lodge No.15, F.A.A.M., Washington D.C., February 17, 1999)

LYRICS

Music: Gilbert Bécaud – Words: Pierre Delanoë, 1955

Comme l’argile
L’insecte fragile
L’esclave docile
Je t’appartiens

De tout mon être
Tu es le seul maître
Je dois me soumettre
Je t’appartiens

Si tu condamnes
Jetant mon âme
Au creux des flammes
Je n’y peux rien

Si tu condamnes
Si tu me damnes
Voici mon âme
Voici mes mains

Avec les peines
L’amour et la haine
Coulant dans mes veines
Je t’appartiens

Que puis-je faire
Pour te satisfaire
Patron de la terre
Sur mon chemin

Comme les anges
Chanter tes louanges
Mais je ne suis pas un ange
Tu le sais bien

Je ne suis qu’un homme
Rien qu’un pauvre homme
Je t’aime bien
Comme un copain

Souvent je pense
Que dans ton immense
Palais de silence
Tu dois être bien

Parfois je pense
Que dans ton immense
Palais de silence
On doit être bien

Zahal-Orchester auf Tour in Deutschland

Keren Hayesod Deutschland veranstaltet zwischen dem 14. und 23. November 2009 eine Konzertreihe mit dem Orchester der Israelischen Verteidigungsstreitkräfte (ZAHAL).

 Termine in Deutschland

14.11.2009: Jüdische Gemeinde Dortmund

16.11.2009: Jüdische Gemeinde Hannover

17.11.2009: Jüdische Gemeinde Kassel

19.11.2009: Sankt Marienkirche, Stralsund

21.11.2009: Jüdische Gemeinde Hamburg

22.11.2009: Kraftwerk e.V., Chemnitz

23.11.2009: Historische Rathaus, Nürnberg

Kontakt: 

Keren Hayesod Berlin

Kurfürstendamm 196 – 10707 Berlin

Tel.: (030) 88 71 93 3 – Fax: (030) 88 71 93 50

E-Mail: kh.berlin@keren-hayesod.de

Elvis Presley – Pieces Of His Life

Elvis is the greatest cultural force in the twentieth century. He introduced the beat to everything, music, language, clothes, it’s a whole new social revolution — the 60’s comes from it. (Leonard Bernstein)

Elvis was an instinctive actor…He was quite bright…he was very intelligent…He was not a punk. He was very elegant, sedate, and refined, and sophisticated. (Walter Matthau)

Fuck those people of the Scientology Church! There’s no way I’ll ever get involved with that son-of-a-bitchin’ group. All they want is my name and my money. (Elvis Aaron Presley)

Lyrics

(words & music by Troy Seals)

A water glass full of whiskey
And women that I never knew too well
Lord, the things I’ve seen and done
Most of which I’d be ashamed to tell

I don’t know how it started
But that’s what makes a man a man, I guess
Now I’m holdin’ on to nothing’
Tryin’ to forget the rest

I’m lookin’ back on my life
To see if I can find the pieces
I know that some were stolen
And some just blew away
Well, I’ve found the bad parts
Found all the sad parts
But I guess I threw the best parts away
Lord away, away

Playing the bars, playing like a star
Anything to get a name
Carryin’ on, living on songs
My friends wrote to me to sing

I’m lookin’ back on my life
To see if I can find the pieces
I know that some were stolen
And some just blew away
Well, I’ve found the bad parts
Found all the sad parts
But I guess I threw the best parts away
Away, away

Lord, the pieces of my life
They’re everywhere, they’re everywhere
And the one I miss most of all
Is you and you know who

Lookin’ back on my life, Lord
To see if I can find the pieces
Lookin’ back on my life, today
To see if I can find the pieces
Lookin’ back on my life
God help me find the pieces

Sir James Paul McCartney’s Good Evening Europe Tour 2009

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Legendary singer and songwriter Paul McCartney (67) – knighted Sir James Paul by Queen Elizabeth II on March 11, 1997 – unveiled his schedule for his “Good Evening Tour Europe 2009”.

 

It will be a seven city run, that will mark his only appearance in Europe this year, starting with his “hometown” Hamburg, where The Beatles Story began.

Good Evening Europe Tour 2009:

December 2, 2009: Hamburg, Germany – Color Line Arena
December 3, 2009: Berlin, Germany – O2 World
December 9, 2009: Arnhem, Holland – Gelredome
December 10, 2009: Paris, France – Bercy
December 16, 2009: Cologne, Germany – Koln Arena
December 20, 2009: Dublin, Ireland – The O2
December 22, 2009: London, England – The O2 Arena

Alice im Wunderland – Das Musical

Buch: Mirko Bott und Christian Berg
Regie: Christian Berg · Musik: Rainer Bielfeldt

Die kleine Alice traut ihren Augen nicht. Da läuft doch tatsächlich ein Kaninchen, das auf seine Uhr schaut. Wo gibt es denn so was? Neugierig geworden, verfolgt Alice das Tier heimlich und landet … im Wunderland.

Hier ist nichts wie es sein soll. Es gibt Pilze und Kekse, die einen auf wundersame Weise wachsen und wieder schrumpfen lassen. Eine Grinsekatze, die alles besser weiß. Eine Raupe, die so gern ein Schmetterling wäre. Und natürlich die böse Herzkönigin, die allen an den Kragen will. Auf ihrer abenteuerlichen Reise durch das Wunderland erlebt Alice die unglaublichsten Geschichten und begegnet zauberhaften Gestalten aus einer Welt der Phantasie.

Das neue Familienmusical aus der Schmidt & Berg-Werkstatt hat im September 2009 seine Uraufführung im Schmidt Theater Hamburg gefeiert und wird ebendort anschließend noch bis Ende Dezember laufen. Christian Berg erzählt die weltberühmte Geschichte von „Alice im Wunderland“ nach der Vorlage von Lewis Carroll auf seine ganz eigene Weise.

Vom 21.11.2009 bis zum 30.12.2009 im Hamburger Schmidt Theater

Bundestagswahl 2009: Der liberale Herbst

 

LEITGLOSSE ZUR SCHLIESSUNG DER JAGDSAISON BZW. BUNDESTAGSWAHL 2009

von Narcisse Caméléon, Ressortleiter Deppologie der HIRAM7 REVIEW

FDP: DIE KUNST, EIN EGOIST ZU SEIN

Wir alle sind Egoisten, aber nur wenige verstehen es, das Beste für sich daraus zu machen. Die meisten Menschen passen sich lieber der Mitwelt an. Sie tun alles, um geliebt, gelobt und anerkannt zu werden. Damit machen sie sich zu Marionetten allgemeiner Verhaltensklischees und verzichten darauf, ihr eigenes Leben zu leben. (Josef Kirschner, Die Kunst, ein Egoist zu sein)

Ein Egoist entscheidet für sich selbst, hängt keinen Moden nach und redet niemandem nach dem Mund. Klingt unbequem? Nur für die, die uns manipulieren wollen.

In dieser Hinsicht können wir uns  über den unumstritten Sieg der Liberalen sehr freuen, die ein hoffentlich endgültiges Ende der Rot-Grünen Bevormundung in Aussicht stellt. Endlich Schluß mit der Tyrannei der Besserwisser à la Rot-Grün, die die von Gott gegebene Freiheit des Menschen durch (Rat)Schläge und Verbote einschränken wollen, um ihre eigene willkürliche Macht zu sichern…

Der Clou dieses Wahlabends: Ausgerechnet der Erfinder von Agenda 2010 und von Hartz IV, der Spitzenkandidat der SPD, Frank-Walter Steinmeier, spricht von sozialem Ausgleich und warnt vor Schwarz-Gelb…zum Totlachen! So sprach die Stimme der Selbstgerechten und Heuchler der Prosecco-Fraktion.

Die SPD und die Kriegspartei Bündnis Verrat an den Wählern/Die Grünen bzw. die Toskana-Fraktion-Linke (sprich Wasser predigen, aber Prosecco trinken) sollen in der politischen Wüste für die nächsten 20 Jahre krepieren, das haben sie reichlich verdient, nachdem sie ihre Wählerschaft jahrelang betrogen haben. 

Sic transit gloria lupi.

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Festival Interceltique 2009 – Bagad de Lann-Bihoué

Ensemble traditionnel de musique bretonne, le bagad de Lann-Bihoué a vu le jour en 1952 sur la base aéronautique navale de Lann-Bihoué, près de Lorient.

Cette formation musicale militaire est unique en son genre. En effet, elle est la seule à représenter à la fois la Marine nationale française et la culture celtique avec un répertoire bigarré dans le cadre de diverses manifestations nationales et internationales, notamment lors du 39ème Festival Interceltique, qui s’est déroulé du 31 juillet au 9 août 2009.

American Patriot, Jew and Freemason Elvis Aaron Presley (1935-1977)

American Patriot , Jew and Freemason Elvis Aaron Presley (1935-1977)FREEMASONRY: BEYOND LEFT AND RIGHT – BEYOND GOOD AND EVIL

32 years ago today, on August 16, 1977, Elvis Aaron Presley, the undisputed King of Rock and Roll, died in his Memphis mansion Graceland at the age of 42. Long live the King!

You know, Bush is always comparing me to Elvis in sort of unflattering ways. I don’t think Bush would have liked Elvis very much, and that’s just another thing that’s wrong with him. (Bill Clinton)

When I was a child, ladies and gentleman, I was a dreamer. I read comic books, and I was the hero in the movie. So every dream I ever dreamed has come true a hundred times…I learned very early in life that: “Without a song, the day would never end; without a song, a man ain’t got a friend; without a song, the road would never bed – without a song.” So I keep singing my song. (Elvis Aaron Presley)

I believe in the Bible. I believe that all good things come from God. I don’t believe I’d sing the way I do if God hadn’t wanted me to. (Elvis Aaron Presley)

Fuck those people of the Scientology Church! There’s no way I’ll ever get involved with that son-of-a-bitchin’ group. All they want is my name and my money. (Elvis Aaron Presley)

Send Bill Clinton a birthday card

Pessimism is an excuse for not trying and a guarantee to a personal failure. (William Jefferson Clinton, born 19. August 1946 in Hope, Arkansas)

Press Release

William J. Clinton Presidential Center, Little Rock (Arkansas), August 5, 2009

After 40 years of friendship, Bill Clinton still inspires me daily with his intellect, compassion, and energy.

To celebrate President Clinton’s upcoming birthday on August 19, I invite you to send him a personalized birthday e-card, along with a gift to sustain his Foundation’s work.

Your e-card will make his special day even happier. And your gift will let him know that you remain dedicated to creating positive change for people in need.

Thanks to your valuable support and President Clinton’s extraordinary vision:

• Two million people in developing countries now have access to low-priced HIV/AIDS medicine, and we’ve just negotiated new pricing agreements that will enable better, cheaper treatments for more patients in the developing world.
• Thousands of schools across the United States have put healthy-eating and exercising programs into practice, so that more children are leading healthier lives.
• To combat climate change, 40 of the world’s largest cities are making progress in reducing their carbon footprint.

Your donation today will help the Clinton Foundation continue to make a significant impact in the lives of hundreds of millions of people around our world.

I know your birthday e-cards and donations will mean a whole lot to President Clinton.

Thank you for your support,

Bruce Lindsey
Chief Executive Officer
William J. Clinton Foundation

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s favorite gospel song

In memory of Dr. Martin Luther King (1929-1968)

Take My Hand, Precious Lord – sung by Elvis Aaron Presley

Lyrics

Written August 1932 by Reverend Thomas A. Dorsey (1899-1993), melody by George N. Allen (1812-1877)

Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

When my way grows drear
Precious Lord linger near
When my light is almost gone
Hear my cry, hear my call
Hold my hand lest I fall
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

When the darkness appears
And the night draws near
And the day is past and gone
At the river I stand
Guide my feet, hold my hand
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I’m tired, I’m weak, I’m lone
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

Elvis Presley – Kentucky Rain 1969

Kentucky Rain is a song written by American-Irish country music songwriter Edward Thomas Rabbitt (1941-1998).

The song went gold and became a hit in June of 1969 when the cultural icon and Artist of the Century (commonly known as “Elvis”, and  sometimes referred to as “The King of Rock ‘n’ Roll” or “The King”) Elvis Aaron Presley (1935-1977) recorded it in his album From Elvis in Memphis. Piano on this song was played by then unknown Ronnie Milsap (born 1944).

Lyrics

Seven lonely days
And a dozen towns ago
I reached out one night
And you were gone
Dont know why youd run,
What youre running to or from
All I know is I want to bring you home

So Im walking in the rain,
Thumbing for a ride
On this lonely kentucky backroad
Ive loved you much too long
And my loves too strong
To let you go, never knowing
What went wrong

Kentucky rain keeps pouring down
And up aheads another town
That Ill go walking thru
With the rain in my shoes,
Searchin for you
In the cold kentucky rain,
In the cold kentucky rain

Showed your photograph
To some old gray bearded man
Sitting on a bench
Outside a genral store
They said yes, shes been here
But their memory wasnt clear
Was it yesterday,
No, wait the day before

So I finly got a ride
With a preacher man who asked
Where you bound on such a dark afternoon?
As we drove on thru the rain
As he listened I explained
And he left me with a prayer
That Id find you

Joining Hands with the Pope in Nazareth

Rabbi David Rosen, American Jewish Committee (AJC) international director of interreligious affairs, joined with Pope Benedict XVI and a group of Christian, Jewish, Muslim and Druze religious leaders in Nazareth, Israel, for an oecumenical meeting and to sing a song of peace.

“It illustrated dramatically that religion does not have to be the problem but the solution and that it is up to politicians to engage religious leaders in the search for peace,” Rabbi David Rosen said.

Israel Independence Day 2009

Greetings from President Shimon Peres to the Jewish Communities around the world on the occasion of Israel’s 61st Anniversary

Jerusalem, April 27th, 2009

On the eve of Israel’s 61st Independence Day, alongside the celebrations, it is time for reflection and prayers for the well-being of the Jewish people, here in Israel and around the world. It is also a time to consolidate and strengthen the bonds that link the State of Israel and the Jewish Communities abroad, for we are one people with a common heritage, united in times of joy and united in darker hours.

The past year has witnessed Operation Cast Lead, launched by Israel in self-defense with the sole purpose of putting an end to the vicious and unjustifiable missile and rocket attacks on its citizens - innocent men, women and children - wreaking havoc and pain for the last eight years. Iran has continued to call for Israel’s annihilation, as it is set on developing nuclear weapons that threaten Israel’s very existence. The heavy clouds of the economic crisis that engulfed the world has also cast a long shadow over Israel’s skies, and affected thousands of households across the country. Anti-Semitism in the form of anti-Israel manifestations is on the rise and Gilad Schalit is still being held captive.

Since its inception Israel has had to grapple with complex issues and has always prevailed. Also today Israel will prevail. Its human resources abound and its creativity flourishes. Our vision of a bright and hopeful tomorrow for the Jewish people has not faltered. To that end, we must intensively invest in the future generations today through education - from the cradle to adulthood. We must continue to excel, and play a leadership role in the field of advanced science and technology, medicine and renewable sources of energy. It is essential that the mounting water shortage is surmounted by appropriate desalination projects, the desert greened and food secured. Job opportunities must be created and social gaps closed. Any divide in our society has to be bridged and our quest for peace must go on.  

This is our mission. From the ashes we have risen, and as we move into the seventh decade of the establishment of the State of Israel, there is much for which to be grateful and much for which to be proud.

Let us celebrate together Israel’s 61st anniversary, a Jewish people united and with unflagging hope in our hearts.

Yom Atzmaut Sameach!
Shimon Peres

Le Grand Meaulnes

Stefan Zweig aurait pu appeler cet univers enchanteur le monde d’hier (Die Welt von gestern), qui n’était pas seulement celui de l’écrivain bref et tragique d’avant-guerre Alain-Fournier (en réalité Henri-Alban Fournier), auteur légendaire du Grand Meaulnes, mais aussi et surtout de toute une génération d’écoliers rompus aux âpres du devoir et de la droiture…à une époque où l’amitié demeurait une valeur indefectible.

Chapitre premier: Le Pensionnaire.

“Il arriva chez nous un dimanche de novembre 189…

Je continue à dire «chez nous», bien que la maison ne nous appartienne plus. Nous avons quitté le pays depuis bientôt quinze ans et nous n’y reviendrons certainement jamais.

Nous habitions les bâtiments du Cours Supérieur de Sainte-Agathe. Mon père, que j’appelais M. Seurel, comme les autres élèves, y dirigeait à la fois le Cours supérieur, où l’on préparait le brevet d’instituteur, et le Cours moyen. Ma mère faisait la petite classe.

Une longue maison rouge, avec cinq portes vitrées, sous des vignes vierges, à l’extrémité du bourg ; une cour immense avec préaux et buanderie, qui ouvrait en avant sur le village par un grand portail ; sur le côté nord, la route où donnait une petite grille et qui menait vers La Gare, à trois kilomètres ; au sud et par derrière, des champs, des jardins et des prés qui rejoignaient les faubourgs… tel est le plan sommaire de cette demeure où s’écoulèrent les jours les plus tourmentés et les plus chers de ma vie – demeure d’où partirent et où revinrent se briser, comme des vagues sur un rocher désert, nos aventures.

Le hasard des «changements», une décision d’inspecteur ou de préfet nous avaient conduits là. Vers la fin des vacances, il y a bien longtemps, une voiture de paysan, qui précédait notre ménage, nous avait déposés, ma mère et moi, devant la petite grille rouillée. Des gamins qui volaient des pêches dans le jardin s’étaient enfuis silencieusement par les trous de la haie… Ma mère, que nous appelions Millie, et qui était bien la ménagère la plus méthodique que j’aie jamais connue, était entrée aussitôt dans les pièces remplies de paille poussiéreuse, et tout de suite elle avait constaté avec désespoir, comme à chaque «déplacement», que nos meubles ne tiendraient jamais dans une maison si mal construite… Elle était sortie pour me confier sa détresse. Tout en me parlant, elle avait essuyé doucement avec son mouchoir ma figure d’enfant noircie par le voyage. Puis elle était rentrée faire le compte de toutes les ouvertures qu’il allait falloir condamner pour rendre le logement habitable… Quant à moi, coiffé d’un grand chapeau de paille à rubans, j’étais resté là, sur le gravier de cette cour étrangère, à attendre, à fureter petitement autour du puits et sous le hangar.

C’est ainsi, du moins, que j’imagine aujourd’hui notre arrivée.

Car aussitôt que je veux retrouver le lointain souvenir de cette première soirée d’attente dans notre cour de Sainte-Agathe, déjà ce sont d’autres attentes que je me rappelle; déjà, les deux mains appuyées aux barreaux du portail, je me vois épiant avec anxiété quelqu’un qui va descendre la grand’rue. Et si j’essaie d’imaginer la première nuit que je dus passer dans ma mansarde, au milieu des greniers du premier étage, déjà ce sont d’autres nuits que je me rappelle; je ne suis plus seul dans cette chambre; une grande ombre inquiète et amie passe le long des murs et se promène.

Tout ce paysage paisible – l’école, le champ du père Martin, avec ses trois noyers, le jardin dès quatre heures envahi chaque jour par des femmes en visite – est à jamais, dans ma mémoire, agité, transformé par la présence de celui qui bouleversa toute notre adolescence et dont la fuite même ne nous a pas laissé de repos.

Nous étions pourtant depuis dix ans dans ce pays lorsque Meaulnes arriva.”

Lire la suite.

Les Métamorphoses de Jacques Dutronc, enfant terrible de la chanson française

Il faut plaisanter sur tout. Il n’y a que les concierges qui disent: “La plaisanterie a des limites”. (Jacques Dutronc, Pensées et répliques)

Nanti d’un regard malicieux, revêche et ironique, auteur et interprète de chansons au vitriol mais néanmoins fantasmagoriques et tendres, flanqué d’un style maintes fois imité mais jamais égalé, Jacques Dutronc demeure, en dépit de ses presque 66 ans, qu’il fêtera le 28 avril prochain, l’archétype même de l’anarchiste de droite, mais aussi et surtout le maître incontesté de l’humour iconoclaste et intelligent de la scène musicale française des quatre dernières décennies. Bravo l’artiste!

Happy Passover 2009

Read here the editorial of Rabbi Benjamin Blech on Passover 2009: Passover 2009 & four questions for a financial crisis.

Jean Ferrat – La Montagne (1966)

Jean Ferrat, alias Jean Tennenbaum, interprète en 1966 La Montagne, une admirable chanson citoyenne et d’avant-garde à l’époque, avant que les faux-culs et arrivistes écologistes s’emparent du thème pour le monopoliser, et ce faisant s’agripper plus tard aux strapontins ministériels…

Paroles

Ils quittent un à un le pays
Pour s’en aller gagner leur vie
Loin de la terre où ils sont nés
Depuis longtemps ils en rêvaient
De la ville et de ses secrets
Du formica et du ciné
Les vieux ça n’était pas original
Quand ils s’essuyaient machinal
D’un revers de manche les lèvres
Mais ils savaient tous à propos
Tuer la caille ou le perdreau
Et manger la tomme de chèvre

Pourtant que la montagne est belle
Comment peut-on s’imaginer
En voyant un vol d’hirondelles
Que l’automne vient d’arriver?

Avec leurs mains dessus leurs têtes
Ils avaient monté des murettes
Jusqu’au sommet de la colline
Qu’importent les jours les années
Ils avaient tous l’âme bien née
Noueuse comme un pied de vigne
Les vignes elles courent dans la forêt
Le vin ne sera plus tiré
C’était une horrible piquette
Mais il faisait des centenaires
A ne plus que savoir en faire
S’il ne vous tournait pas la tête

Pourtant que la montagne est belle
Comment peut-on s’imaginer
En voyant un vol d’hirondelles
Que l’automne vient d’arriver?

Deux chèvres et puis quelques moutons
Une année bonne et l’autre non
Et sans vacances et sans sorties
Les filles veulent aller au bal
Il n’y a rien de plus normal
Que de vouloir vivre sa vie
Leur vie ils seront flics ou fonctionnaires
De quoi attendre sans s’en faire
Que l’heure de la retraite sonne
Il faut savoir ce que l’on aime
Et rentrer dans son H.L.M.
Manger du poulet aux hormones

Pourtant que la montagne est belle
Comment peut-on s’imaginer
En voyant un vol d’hirondelles
Que l’automne vient d’arriver?

Das Versagen der Eliten

Nicht wer zuerst nach den Waffen greift, verursacht einen Aufruhr, sondern wer die Ursache dafür geschaffen hat. (Niccolò Machiavelli)

Demokratien suchen sich Vorbilder, die immer wieder zu wünschen übrig lassen…

Das Versagen der Eliten wiegt inzwischen vermutlich sehr viel schwerer als die Leistungen, die sie erbringen: man denke nur an das miserable Krisenmanagement bei der Bewältigung der Finanzkrise, die unvermeidbar einen Bürgerkrieg hervorrufen wird. Schlechter Führungsstil gekoppelt mit Arroganz und Ignoranz wird am Ende immer bestraft: alte Lektion des Florentiner Meisters der Politik, Niccolò Machiavelli.

Aus gegebenem Anlass: Ein musikalisches Pamphlet im Dreierpack (“Entrez, m’sieur dans l’humanité”, “Qui se soucie de nous?”, “Face à la merde”) von Frankreichs Galionsfigur der geschmackvollen Satire, Jacques Dutronc.

Elvis Presley Rhythm & Blues

Lyrics

I’ve got a Thing About you Baby

I’ve got something to tell you
That I think you ought to know
That my eyes are on you baby
Since a long time ago
And now I fin’ly got the nerve
And I’m gonna make my move
Now don’t you try to turn me off
Cause it’s gonna be hard to do

I’ve got a thing about you baby
Ain’t nothing I can do
I’ve got a thing about you baby
A thing about lovin’ you

Ain’t it just like a woman
When she knows she’s got a man
She’ll wring you out and turn you ’bout
In the palm of her hand
And then she starts to thinkin’
Then maybe she’s put you in a blind
She’ll give you just a little lovin’
It’ll drive you out of your mind

I’ve got a thing about you baby
Ain’t nothing you can do
I’ve got a thing about you baby
A thing about lovin’ you

Elvis Presley – The world’s greatest entertainer ever

Elvis Presley – His Last Farewell

Among numerous cover versions of the popular wartime ballade The Last Farewell is one by Elvis Presley on his last album From Elvis Presley Boulevard, Memphis, Tennessee. This exquisite song is well suited to reflect the tragic and beautiful life of such a great nice man like Elvis Aaron Presley.

Words & music by Roger Whittaker – R.A. Webster

There’s a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbor
Tomorrow for old England she sails
Far away from your land of endless sunshine
To my land full of rainy skies and gales
And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow
Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell

For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell

I’ve heard there’s a wicked war a-blazing
And the taste of war I know so very well
Even now I see the foreign flag a-raising
Their guns on fire as we sail into hell
I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow
But how bitter will be this last farewell

For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell

Though death and darkness gather all about me
My ship be torn apart upon the seas
I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands
And the heaving waves that brought me once to thee
And should I return home safe again to England
I shall watch the English mist roll through the dale

For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell

Mike Brant – French-Israeli Poet and Singer of the (second) lost generation

When I attempt to find a simple formula for the period in which I grew up, prior to the First World War, I hope that I convey its fullness by calling it the Golden Age of Security. (Stefan Zweig, The World of Yesterday – Die Welt von Gestern)

The first lost generation experimented the culture of death and nihilism subsequent of the First World War. The second lost generation did never get over the tragic experience of the Holocaust. One of those people was Mike Brant, son of a Auschwitz deportee, a nice guy with a nice voice and good manners (in a word: a gentleman), a popstar in France and Israel, who unfortunately committed suicide with 28. Who cares about the children of Holocaust survivors? Who cares about the children of genocide all over the world?

Shall we, the third (let’s hope not lost) generation, endure and accept the suffers of terrorism, fanatism, and death of liberty, without resistance? No, Niet, Non, Nein. Never! Pas de liberté pour les ennemis de la liberté / No Freedom for the Enemy of the Liberty, as the French revolutionary leader Antoine de Saint-Just once said.

A tribute to Mike Brant (born Moshe Brand, Hebrew: משה ברנד‎) (February 1, 1947 in Cyprus – April 25, 1975, in Paris)

Biography (source: Wikipedia)

Mike Brant was born on February 1, 1947 in a Jewish refugee camp on Cyprus. His parents were Polish Jews, and his mother was a survivor of Auschwitz. He did not begin to speak until the age of five. On November 1947, the family immigrated to the British Mandate of Palestine and settled in Haifa, where they lived in a modest two-room apartment.

Brant arrived on July 9, 1969 in Paris with a hundred dollar bill in his pocket, determined to make an international name for himself. It took him ten days to find Vartan, but they eventually met, and she introduced him to the French producer Jean Renard, who had turned Johnny Halliday into a star. Under Renard’s guidance, he changed the spelling of his family name from Brand to Brant, and recorded his biggest all-time hit, “Laisse-moi t’aimer” (“Let Me Love You”). The song was a huge success at the Midem music festival in January 1970, and was played on the radio all over France. “Laisse-moi t’aimer” sold 50,000 copies within the first two weeks.

Success
A million and half copies of “Laisse-moi t’aimer” were snatched up over the next few months. Brant represented France in a radio contest broadcast all over Europe and also aired in Israel. His song in the contest, sponsored by Radio Luxembourg, was “Mais dans la lumiere” (“But Inside the Light”). Brant took first place. He continued to release new hits: “Qui saura” (“Who Knows”), “Un grand bonheur” (“Great Happiness”) and “Parce que je t’aime plus que moi” (“Because I Love You More Than Myself). His wildly successful first album, “Disque d’Or” (“Gold Record”) sold millions of copies. Brant took a song that was written and composed in English by his good friend Mike Tchaban/Tashban “Why do i love you? Why do i need you?” but French radio would not air this song because it was in English. Brant, saddened,returned home to give concerts and concentrate on the rest of Europe. Brant’s concerts attracted enormous crowds. Wherever he went, he was surrounded by adoring fans, especially girls and women, who screamed and fainted at his performances. His tours took him all over Europe.

In February 1971, Brant was injured in a road accident. That year, at the peak of his success, he returned home to give several concerts in Israel. During the Yom Kippur War in 1973, he performed in Israel before front-line soldiers.

Suicide
After switching managers, Brant found himself performing at an insane pace. By 1973, he was giving 250 concerts a year, some before audiences of 6,000-10,000 people. This went on for two years. He spent those years madly dodging female admirers. Despite all this adulation, Brant suffered from depression and loneliness. On November 22, 1974, he attempted suicide, jumping out the window of his manager’s hotel room in Geneva. He suffered broken bones, but survived. He recovered and began to appear again, but cut down the number of performances and concentrated on putting out another album, Dis-lui (“Tell Her”).

On April 25, 1975, on the day his new album was scheduled for release on live television, Brant leapt to his death from the balcony of an apartment in Paris. He was 28 years old.

Mike Brant was buried in Haifa, Israel, and his grave became a pilgrimage site for grieving fans.

Aus gegebenem Anlass (09.11.1938): Udo Jürgens, der bessere Österreicher

Die zwei Psychopathen aus Österreich, Adolf Hitler und Jörg Haider, sind Gott sei Dank längst tot. Das Beste was Österreich bieten kann, heisst Udo Jürgens. Böse Menschen haben bekanntlich keine Lieder…

AUF NACH IBIZA ZUM BILDZEITUNG LESEN

Urlaub im Süden

Raus aus dem Trott
Anschnallen bitte!
Autobahn links,
ab durch die Mitte!

Morgens schon stauen
wir uns auf dem Brenner:
Nörgelnde Kinder
und fluchende Männer.

Richtung Athen
oder Sizilien,
ein Wiederseh’n
mit den Nachbarsfamilien.

Letztes Jahr Nizza,
nichts los gewesen;
auf nach Ibiza
zum Bildzeitung lesen;
im Autoradio “ein bißchen Frieden”:
URLAUB IM SÜDEN – URLAUB IM SÜDEN!

Rund um die Uhr
in froher Runde.
Nachts in der Bar
Ententanzstunde.
Knoblaucharoma,
Pizza, Spaghetti.
Karte an Oma:
Alles paletti!

Einbalsamiert
wie Olsardinen,
Sandstrandpaniert
zwischen Abfall-Lawinen.
Großstadtgetriebe
in winzigen Nestern.

Ewige Liebe
haltbar bis gestern,
mit Papagallos, die niemals ermüden:
URLAUB IM SÜDEN – URLAUB IM SÜDEN!

Ohne Gepäck,
heimwärts per pedes.
Alles im Heck
des geklauten Mercedes.

Ankunft verschoben,
Tramper geworden:
daumen nach oben,
hoch in den Norden,
um dort sofort neue Pläme zu schmieden, für den
URLAUB IM SÜDEN – URLAUB IM SÜDEN!

Stau-Stau-Stau – Panne – Campingplatz.
Zoll-Zoll-Zoll – Schlauchboot – Hannelore!
Tschau-tschau-tschau – Stohhut – Sonnenbrand.
Papiere, Geld, Francesco weg -
finito l’amore!
URLAUB IM SÜDEN…

Louis de Funès: grand seigneur de la comédie française

In memoriam: Louis de Funès (1914-1983)

Mon plus grand désir d’acteur? C’est de faire des films destinés à faire rire les enfants et les parents à la fois dans ce monde trop triste! (Louis de Funès)