[Song of the Week] Tori Amos – Winter

•Januar 20, 2012 • 2 Kommentare

Der Song, den ich diese Woche vorstellen möchte, ist schon etwas älter – um genau zu sein, feiert er dieses Jahr seinen zwanzigsten Geburtstag. 1992 wurde er veröffentlicht, auf Toris erstem internationalen Album, Little Earthquakes (ein wunderschönes Album mit vielen tollen Songs!). In dem Song geht es nicht nur um den Winter als kalte Jahreszeit, wie wir ihn ja immer wieder erleben, sondern gleichzeitig auch als das Ende von etwas. Das Ende von Lebensabschnitten, das Ende des Lebens. In den Strophen lernt ein Mädchen sehr viel von ihrem Vater über das Leben und welch enormen Stellenwert es hat, dass man weiß, wer man ist und wo man hinmöchte. ZWar versichert er ihr, sie immer lieben zu werden, ganz egal was auch geschieht, gleichzeitig bittet er sie aber auch inständig, die Augen zu öffnen und sich bereit für das große Abenteuer des Lebens zu machen. Jedes Mal,wenn ich dieses Lied höre, läuft mir ein kalter Schauer über den Rücken. Die Botschaft, die vermittelt wird, ist ganz klar – man soll das vorbeiströmende Leben anpacken und sich nicht irgendwann davon fortreißen lassen. Dinge können sich so schnell verändern, Vertrautes kann schnell ganz weit fort sein. Der Inhalt allein wirkt schon gänsehautbildend, aber mit Toris sanfter Stimme, die an den absolut richtigen Stellen lauter und eindringlicher wird, und dem Pianospiel gelingt ein musikalisches Meisterstück, das mit den Jahren alles Andere als verstaubt ist. Zwar habe ich das Lied zum ersten Mal vor wenigen Monaten gehört, von einer Sängerin, die ich sehr schätze, doch schon bei diesem ersten Kontakt war ich direkt ergriffen und habe mich zu Hause gleich hingesetzt, um mir den Song noch einmal und noch einmal anzuhören. Und bis heute habe ich nicht genug davon. Wer also ein wenig Melancholie in seine eigenen 4 Wände holen will und in der Stimmung ist, über den Sinn des Lebens nachzudenken, der ist mit diesem Lied genau richtig beraten. Und alle anderen sollten ihm auch auf jeden Fall eine Chance geben, allerdings auch damit rechnen, dass die Sonne im Herzen für einen Moment abkühlen wird.

[Song of the Week] Boy – Skin

•Januar 6, 2012 • Schreibe einen Kommentar

In dieser Kategorie möchte ich -für gewöhnlich einmal in der Woche – einen Song vorstellen, der mir in den vergangenen Tagen aufgefallen ist und der mich beeindruckt hat.

Den Anfang  macht eine Band, die in den letzten Monaten einen kometenhaften Aufstieg erlebt hat. BOY, bestehend aus Valeska Steiner und Sonja Glass, waren bis zum Ende des letzten Jahres eher ein Geheimtipp und der Masse noch nicht so bekannt. Mit der Veröffentlichung ihres Albums Mutual Friends und der Singleauskopplung Little Numbers sind sie auf einmal in aller Munde, werden bei Castingshows gecovert und finden Erwähnung in größeren Zeitungen, nicht selten als Aufsteiger des Jahres. Ich, die sie schon seit einem Konzert Anfang 2011 kenne und mich natürlich darüber freue, dass ihre tolle Musik jetzt größere Kreise zieht und auch im Radio zu hören ist, habe mir natürlich gleich ihr Album gekauft und mich in ihre Songs vertieft. Diese sind ziemlich vielfältig und erstrecken sich von nachdenklichen Stücken über fröhliche, gute Laune verbreitende Songs bis hin zu Liedern, die einem nie wieder aus dem Kopf gehen. Einer davon ist mir erst nach einigen Tagen aufgefallen, da ich zuvor schon an bestimmten Stücken hängenblieb und es gar nicht bis zum Ende des Albums geschafft habe, und den möchte ich euch jetzt kurz vorstellen

Skin handelt von verschiedenen Menschen, die sich innerlich wünschen, dass ihr Leben anders verlaufen würde. Deshalb träumen sie sich in eine imaginäre Welt oder machen sich etwas vor, indem sie sich ihr Leben schönreden. Dieser Inhalt wird nicht etwa schnulzig verpackt, im Gegenteil – durch die schnelle Musik mit nur einzelnen leiseren Passagen setzt sich der Song gleich im Ohr fest. Und sobald man sich näher mit dem Text auseinandergesetzt hat, hinterlässt er auch im sprachlichen Gedächtnis seine Spuren. Und damit ihr euch selbst ein Bild machen könnt – hier nun der Song. Viel Spaß damit.

2011 in review

•Januar 2, 2012 • Schreibe einen Kommentar

Die WordPress.com Statistikelfen fertigten einen Jahresbericht dieses Blogs für das Jahr 2011 an.

Hier ist eine Zusammenfassung:

Eine Cable Car in San Francisco faßt 60 Personen. Dieses Blog wurde in 2011 etwa 1.100 mal besucht. Eine Cable Car würde etwa 18 Fahrten benötigen um alle Besucher dieses Blogs zu transportieren.

Klicke hier um den vollständigen Bericht zu sehen.

Stöckchen: Jahresrückblick

•Dezember 30, 2011 • Schreibe einen Kommentar

So kurz vor dem Jahreswechsel macht man sich natürlich seine Gedanken darüber, wie das vergangene Jahr denn gelaufen ist. Und dafür gibt es auch ein sehr schönes Stöckchen, das ich bei vielen Bloggern entdeckt habe und auch für mich nutzen möchte. Los gehts.

1. Ganz grob auf einer Skala von 1 bis 10: Wie war Dein Jahr?
Insgesamt würde ich dem Jahr 2011 eine 4 geben – es gab ein paar schöne Momente,aber der Großteil war einfach Käse.
2. Zugenommen oder abgenommen?
 Abgenommen und auch ziemlich stolz drauf 🙂
3. Haare länger oder kürzer?
Deutlich länger als zu Beginn des Jahres,auch wenn es mir lange nicht so vorgekommen ist,als würden die Haare wachsen.
4. Kurzsichtiger oder weitsichtiger?
Ich fürchte,noch ein bisschen kurzsichtiger als vorher
5. Mehr Kohle oder weniger?
Bedingt durch Weihnachten und das Babysitten – mehr.
6. Besseren Job oder schlechteren?
Das Studium ist immer noch dasselbe und auch der „Job“ in der Schule war schon zu Beginn des Jahres da. Aber beides ist besser geworden.
7. Mehr ausgegeben oder weniger?
Das ist schwer zu sagen…vielleicht gleichviel.
8. Dieses Jahr etwas gewonnen und wenn, was?
Erkenntnisse,wer wirklich ein Freund ist und wer nicht. Vor allem Letzteres.
9. Mehr bewegt oder weniger?
Dank dem tollen Wii-Programm mehr. Tendenz weiter steigend!
10. Anzahl der Erkrankungen dieses Jahr?
Erkältungen: ungezählt. Magendarmvirus: einer. Aber ein besonders fieser.
11. Davon war für Dich die Schlimmste?
An die Erkältungen habe ich mich schon gewöhnt,die gehören ja zum Alltag. Aber der Virus war ziemlich mies.
12. Der hirnrissigste Plan?
Nachts auf der Chorreise allein durch den Wald zu rennen, um vor gewissen Personen zu flüchten. Sehr schön,wenn da keine einzige Laterne ist.
13. Die gefährlichste Unternehmung?
Nach 3 Gläsern Sekt noch Auto zu fahren…
14. Die teuerste Anschaffung?
Anschaffung nicht,eher Aktion: Der Oslo-Urlaub im Sommer
15. Das leckerste Essen?
Sehr schwierig. Die selbstgemachten Pizzen.

16. Das beeindruckendste Buch?
Ich habe viele gute Bücher gelesen,aber könnte mich da jetzt nicht festlegen.
17. Der ergreifendste Film?
Harry Potter 7.2 – ein paar Szenen haben mich zum Taschentuch greifen lassen
18. Die beste CD?
Das ist einfach: Die Mathematik der Anna Depenbusch in Schwarz-Weiß. Von Anna Depenbusch.
Oh, und Little Numbers von BOY.
19. Das schönste Konzert?
Das Konzert im September im Rahmen der „Die Mathematik der Anna Depenbusch in S/W“-Tour im St Pauli Theater hier in Hamburg. Wunderschöne Musik.
Eigentlich waren alle Anna-Konzerte toll. Und die von Regy Clasen, aber davon gab es weniger…. 😦
20. Die meiste Zeit verbracht mit?
meinem Laptop
21. Die schönste Zeit verbracht mit?
jemandem, der mir schon seit einiger Zeit wichtig ist. Es waren zwar immer nur recht kurze Momente,aber das macht ja nichts.
22. Zum ersten Mal getan?
meine guten Vorsätze zum Großteil eingehalten
23. Nach langer Zeit wieder getan?
mich mal am Riemen gerissen und Ernährung umgestellt
24. Dinge, auf die ich gut hätte verzichten mögen?
Eine Menge Leute und so einige Erfahrungen mit eben diesen.
25. Die wichtigste Sache, von der ich jemanden überzeugen wollte?
dass das Studium wirklich das Richtige für mich ist
26. Das schönste Geschenk, das ich jemandem gemacht habe?
meine Aufmerksamkeit und Zuwendung?
27. Das schönste Geschenk, das mir jemand gemacht hat?
 das Navi? Vielleicht nicht im klassischen Sinne schön,aber sehr praktisch 🙂
28. Der schönste Satz, den jemand zu mir gesagt hat?
„Du bist gut, du schaffst das.“
29. Der schönste Satz, den ich zu jemandem gesagt habe?
„Ich bewundere dich sehr für das,was du geschafft hast.“
30. Dein Wort des Jahres?
Heimat
31. Dein Unwort des Jahres?
Jackpot
32. Dein Lieblingsblog des Jahres?
Ich mag sehr viele Blogs…
33. Zum Vergleich: Verlinke Dein Stöckchem vom vorigen Jahr!
 Letztes Jahr habe ich dieses Stöckchen nicht ausgefüllt
Mitnehmen darf sich dieses Stöckchen jeder, der Lust hat.

A Magnetic Attraction – Two Parts of a soul

•November 16, 2011 • Schreibe einen Kommentar

She had been running around for a very long time now. The sun had slowly disappeared from the blue sky and had submerged the entire world into a warm, red light. The hot days of summer were over by now, there were only a few weeks left before autumn would set it. And as soon as that was happening, they would have lots of cold, rainy days which would make the people in town feel less happy with their life and the decisions they were making every single day.

Although this was not about to happen for some time, the girl already could feel how her heart was more and more enclosed by coldness. It slowly crept into her body, constantly moving until it had reached her heart and made her completely numb. Maybe this would be better than going on like this. Eventually she would not be suffering from pain any longer; eventually she could live in peace. Unless she was unable to feel peace as well then. But even that seemed like a more sufficient solution to the question where her life was going to lead her, compared to the loneliness that made her feel like she could not breath, could not live. He had been the most important part of her life and had made every single day feel just wonderful. When he had not been with her, he always had left little presents or things that reminded her of him whenever she felt lonely. With his broad smile and his beautiful eyes he always cheered her up and got problems out of her mind for quite some time.

And now he was gone. A young car driver had not paid attention to the road he was driving on, instead he had been busy talking to his blonde girlfriend on the seat next to him. Funny what you remember about days like this one, days that change your life completely. The driver’s girlfriend had been blonde, her face was covered in black streaks of mascara that kept getting bigger. She claimed it had been her fault. That the car would have stopped in time if she had talked less and not insisted that her boyfriend paid attention to what she was saying. The car had hit the boy with full speed and made him fly through the air before landing on the ground and laying still on the asphalt as if he was sleeping. Only the unusual angle of his right leg had indicated that he was not, that he simply could not be. After a few moments of complete silence the first people started to cry, then a few started to scream and point at the body in the middle of the street. Within minutes a crowd had gathered around, discreetly mumbling to each other about what had been happening and what should be done now.

The girl had been walking down the street, planning to run a few errands before going back home and preparing dinner for her boyfriend. They had not been seeing each other for a few weeks, because he’d had to study a lot. One day he was going to be a doctor and help people who were in physical pain. It was what he wanted to do. This was right.

And now this was not going to happen. Instead she had to stand on the street and watch the emergency doctor put a cover over her boyfriend’s body and respectfully step backward. The boy didn’t get a chance of proving how good a doctor he could be. So maybe it was now her turn to become someone respectable enough for the both of them. His love was the only thing that stayed with her despite of what had happened.

She knew exactly how he had been feeling about her – so many times they had stayed in bed together and had talked about their feelings while they couldn’t escape from each other. That had always been a little joke between the two of them – they couldn’t run off so easily when they were lying next to each other like this, holding hands. So this always was the right time to tell each other how they truly felt. Numerous times he had said the three words that bring a smile to everybody’s face whenever they hear it. At first she was reluctant to accept these words, almost being unable to believe that a beautiful person like him could enjoy spending time with her, but he really did. And he convinced her to believe in him and in their love. This feeling of being loved was now stuck in her mind and nothing in the entire world could get it out of there.

Sadly she twisted the golden ring on her finger. He had given it to her on her last birthday and told her to take care of it. One day, he said, when maybe they had drifted apart, the ring would still remind her of him. Their hearts would always be calling for each other and one day they would be together again. Forever this time. The metallic ring was a sign of love without an end. Only they knew where it had started.

Days ran by, weeks maybe. She didn’t know and she didn’t care either. The pain in her head was omnipresent and made her feel and think about nothing but sadness. Every day she got up and thought of him. She cleaned the house and thought of him. Whenever she managed to eat something, she thought of him. And his face was the last thing she saw before she exhaustedly fell asleep after a long day.

Something big was missing in her life and she knew exactly what it was. Probably she was missing in his new life up there now, too. After these years she knew him so well that she could tell if he was thinking about her, even if his body was not here anymore. This was what happened – he was lonely, just like her. They needed to be together, without each other they were not complete, but only shadows of themselves.

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People in town were shocked to experience two accidents like this in such short time’s notice. First a young man had been hit by a car and now a girl had died, too. She had been a little younger than him and rumors were that they had been in love. People figured that she had not been strong enough to fight and to live. After this had been declared, they moved on. Nobody knew that she had left the earth because she didn’t want him to be lonely any longer. They did not know that their hearts belonged with each other for eternity, like two parts of a magnet. Now they were complete again. They had everything, except for the ring that was put on her grave, right next to his. It had helped them to find each other and now it watched over them. Forever.

The girl raised by hedgehogs

•November 8, 2011 • Schreibe einen Kommentar

When I was little, my mother used to tuck me in bed and then tell me a little story instead of just choosing a random book and reading pieces of it to me. She often invented stories about  kids like me, exploring the world and happily coming home again after some incredibly exciting trips I would never dare to go on. But sometimes she would tell me something that was true – something that had really happened somewhere in the world.

One of those stories was about a little girl about my age who had grown up in a very unusual environment: as a little baby she had been abandoned by her parents who were too young and irresponsible to take care of her. They just brought her to the woods and then,when nobody was looking, dropped her in a pile of leaves and simply left her alone. Fortunately she soon was found by a group of hedgehogs that was searching for insects they could eat – something rather unusual as hedgehogs usually are loners! But this time they were in a group and they were crawling through the forest when they suddenly heard a creature crying. When they carefully apporached it, they found this little baby girl in the middle of all those leaves, crying and crying. The hedgehogs didn’t know what to do – this was none of their business, nevertheless there was no way they could leave her there on her own. After a short consultation, that must have sounded like an accumulation of grunts and squeals to the human ear, they had decided to stay together for a while and take her with them. This poor little thing had been abandoned once, it shouldn’t happen a second time. So one of the elder hedgehogs carefully and slowly crawled towards the girl and nudged her with its cold, wet nose. It nudged her again and again, until she would stop weeping and look at it, eyes wide open. The girl had never seen anything like this before and her fear turned into curiosity very soon. She had nothing to lose and so she got on her legs and arms (a task she accomplished after a few tries) and followed the little mammals to what was about to become her new home. This was where she should grow up, surrounded by small animals who felt sorry for her, although she obviously was none of their kind.

Years went by and the little girl grew up, still surrounded by her animal family, which now mostly consisted of new members. The old hedgehogs had died gradually, but not without giving birth to new ones, who now grew up with a human and not being uncomfortable with it at all. All their life they’d had a sister who was taller than them and who didn’t have the spines that enclosed most parts of their bodies. They didn’t care that she was of different looks, because she belonged to them and was a part of their community. This meant that they were teaching her how to survive in this dangerous wourld, just like they taught every other little hedgehog who was new to the forest.

Her education included the fast walking on her legs and arms, something she had to practise a long time before she had completely mastered it, and different sorts of protection in case one of their animal enemies apporached them. She learned that a good way to protect herself was coiling up and waiting for their enemy to leave – which worked fine with the hedgehogs, as their spines were like a shield for them. The girl didn’t have any spines, which made this action look useless, but this was how she learned it. In addition, to her it looked like it was working, because she wasn’t hurt by owls or other creatures once.

She lived like all the other hedgehogs – played in the woods and explored different parts of it. One day she had been crawling around there for a long time anf suddenly found herself at a place she had never seen beore. The unfamiliarity scared her and she could not help but shed a few tears sitting there in the grass. Ifd she had been raised by other humans, whoad taught her to speak, she would have been abe to cry for help and for her family, but no one had ever taught her to articulate by using words – she didn’t even know what words were.

While she was sitting there, an eight-year-old boy strayed through the forest close to his parents‘ home,being accompanied by his dog Fips, whom he had gotten for last christmas. Fips was still very yong and sometimes extremely cheeky! That day was one of the days when wouldn’t listen to anything the boy would say and so Charlie (that was the boy’s name) ended up running through the forest, calling for Fips. Suddewnlys he heard something that sounded like somebody was crying and he interrupted his search immediately to look for the child that was out there, possibly alone. He looked everywhere and finally saw who was causing this sad noise – a lttle girl with no clothes on who was lying on the ground, covered with mud.

When he carefully aporached her tto offer his help, he stepped on a twig which broke under his foot. The girl looked up and saw a big creature covered in bright colours coming towards her. She had never seen anything like this before and didn’t even notice that his skin was of the same colour as hers. All she could see was this huge creature who was slowly coming closer and closer and fnially stopping right in front her . Instinctively she coiled up to a ball, hoping that he would leave her alone and look for another victim. Little did she know that he was only there to help her!

Charlie looked at the girl confusedly. He couöldn’t understand why she would act like this instead of talking to him. So he mustered up the courage to make the first step and asked if she needed help. The girl looked up, confused because the creature had not left, but was still standing there and making sounds that sounded like squeals to her. She wondered was he was up to, but wasn’t scared anymore. Something in that creature made her feel that he wasn’t going to hurt her. Slowly she sat up and looked at him. In the meantime he had become significantly smaller – by squatting down – and now was as big as her. With his mouth widened he stretched out one of his front legs and held it under her nose. Then his mouth opened and even more of these squealing sounds came out of it. They sounded funny and the girrl decided to try that as well soon. He had already understood that this was not an ordinary girl, but someone special. So he held up his hand again and this time the girl touched it with hers. It was a quick, shy touch, yet the boy’s eyes filled with tears, without him being able to explain why. This moment was magical and he swore not to let her go ever again.

From this day on they would often meet in the forest, just sitting together and teaching each other things. Both children now belonged to both worlds – the human one and the animal one. Still, the girl never gave up her old life. Despite everything that had happened, her family was still in the woods and consisted of prickly, small animals who didn’t lose a community member, but gained a new one instead.

I don’t really know if this story is true, but my mother ensured me it has really happened.

Once upon a time.

 

Oslo!

•August 9, 2011 • Schreibe einen Kommentar

Am letzten Wochenende bin ich aus meinem Urlaub in Oslo zurückgekommen – losgefahren sind wir genau eine Woche nach dem schlimmen Massaker dort. Vor dem Dom war zwar eine riesengroße Gedenkstätte mit einem Blumenmeer und es waren ein paar mehr Polizisten dort als gewöhnlich (vermute ich), doch ansonsten lief die Stadt eigentlich schon wieder auf Normalbetrieb. Es gibt dort unheimlich viel zu sehen und auch zu genießen – hier einige Eindrücke von dieser wunderschönen Stadt!