December 6, 2021

may your song always be sung

by ada

Kóbor János, 1943.05.17 – 2021.12.06

Kóbor János, founder and lead singer of Omega, the first Hungarian beat band ever, died of Covid-19 today. He wasn’t vaccinated, because he did not think it was necessary. He was a healthy man for his age and was convinced that he is stronger than the virus.

He wasn’t.

Go get vaccinated. It won’t save you from an infection but it pretty likely will save you from ending up on a respirator and dying in the ICU.

I’m so tired. These last 2 years were hard, even in Switzerland, the land of milk and honey, excellent health care and no lockdowns. I haven’t seen my family for a year. Still not sure if I’ll be able to go home this Christmas. But do you know what makes me really tired? Seeing those unvaccinated people coming to the ER with an oxygen saturation of 60% and needing 12 liter oxygen. Passing them over to the ICU. Those endless, pointless discussions with same unvaccinated people, who did not do anything to prevent getting into this situation and now are waiting for me to clear this mess up for them. Instead of them. They don’t have to do anything to save their own life, it’s entirely my job, my responsibility. It’s my fault if it doesn’t work out.

I’m tired of people putting their life into my hands because it’s against their personal beliefs to take it into their own. Because Bill Gates puts microchips in us to make us all update to Windows 11. Because “they” (who? no unvaccinated person could ever tell me, who these “they” are) want to wipe humanity off this Earth and chose to do this in this rather unefficient and long-winded way of creating a virus and then creating a vaccine against it and then poisoning this vaccine (why so complicated? That’s also something nobody has ever explained to me). Because they won’t let themselves infected with killer bacteria (go on. Get killer virus instead. It’s free!). Because they know how it works (congratulations. I don’t. I just believe people who are so much smarter than me).

Honestly. Just go get vaccinated. I’m already so annoyed, I don’t think I can go on for much longer.

RIP, Mecky.

November 19, 2020

December recap

by ada

I can’t count the ways this blog has helped me throughout the years – the best of all is  it serving as my memory, haha. In no way could I otherwise recall what I did 5 years ago in December.

As it turns out, five years ago in December I spent an afternoon in Salzburg…

…and another one in Wels, where I visited Europe’s largest Christkind:

In Schärding I saw the house, where Rupert Ignaz Mayr was born…

…and stepped briefly on German land…

…before really going for it and spending a whole day in Passau. I liked it!

Not everybody is of the same opinion, though:

Honestly, what’s wrong with this generation?

We really need some peace…

…and some Bach on Europe”s largest pipe organ (yeah, it was the month of the Greatest(s)).

I also drank the first (and last) mulled wine of the season (my yearly total alcohol consumption, I’m a party animal, but only at heart):

Christmas was everywhere:

I mean, literally. Everywhere. 

‘Tis the season for the good and the innocent…

…and for the truly evil:

Fortunately, I got home safely, just in time…

…for Móricka’s birthday party…

…and for Christmas Eve:

We went skating…

…and made a stunning gingerbread house:

Two proud baker’s helfers:

New Year’s Eve I spent, hot and reckless as I am, partying hard with Milo…

…Móricka…

…and The Cat.

November 17, 2020

we woke to find December

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Oh, how I love to talk about books I read 5 years ago! Such an intellectual challenge, haha.

Sedaris – never did I imagine in 2015, that 3 years later I will reenact the title story in Lausanne, Switzerland.

Yalom – why all the Klimt? This is a story about a Hungarian Holocaust survivor turned into an American heart surgeon. How on Earth does Klimt fit in and where? I mean, ok, I can follow the lead if I have to: Yalom – psychiatry – Freud – Vienna – Secession – Klimt, but is it really necessary? Could we skip just one of the stereotypes, pretty please?

Riggs – I think I became somewhat emotionally invested in Miss Peregrine’s peculiar children.

Miéville – I liked Kraken more.

Valmy – was funny? I suppose? I don’t remember? Do I?

I’d say, with only 33 books read, 2015 was the worst year ever, but no. Worst year ever is definitely 2020. Period.

November 16, 2020

Christmas was a friend of mine

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November 15, 2020

M&M&The Cat

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November 14, 2020

Budapest at Christmastime

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November 13, 2020

Budapest

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November 12, 2020

Schärding – Rupert Ignaz Mayr: Nisi Dominus

by ada

There is not much known about Rupert Ignaz Mayr “Schärdingano” other than the date of  his birth and death, some of his places of employment (Passau, Eichstätt, Freising and München); he didn’t compose a lot and most of it is lost anyway. He may or may not have been a pupil of Jean-Baptiste Lully and he may or may not have done great deeds. Who knows. (Not me).

But. He was one of the firsts on the road leading to that special mixture of Austrian Baroque music of the Muffats, Fux and Biber; and he definitely published a collection of songs and antiphones in Regensburg in the year of 1681, the year that gave us both Georg Philipp Telemann and Johann Mattheson!; under the title “Sacri concentus – Psalmorum, Antiphonarum, piarum Cantionum ex sola voce et diversis instrumentis, Opus III”; all perfectly quaint and monodic.

Because if you were born in a house like this…

…with neighbours like this…

…on a street like this…

…in a town like this…

…no wonder you compose music like this:

November 11, 2020

Schärding – part 4

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November 10, 2020

Schärding – part 3

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November 9, 2020

the place where Germany meets Austria

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Of all the ways one could cross a border, the best way to do it when it involves some kind of water. I’ve already crossed the Salzach, the Saalach, the Leiblach, the Danube, the Old Rhine, even Lake Constance; now* it’s time to cross the Inn!

*now, as in 2015 (haha) (facepalm) (worst blogger ever)

In order to do this, you have to approach the Alte Innbrücke, which still stands on its original 700 years old pillars…

…and leave the town of Schärding…

…which claims to be a healthy place, worthy of your love…

…and of your financial support, aimed at its numerous charities.

Don’t be too quick to leave…

…and take your time to say goodbye.

Pause at the border to contemplate life and death…

…and to look back…

…and forth…

…and right…

…and left.

Now you are in Germany…

…in the tiny town of Neuhaus am Inn…

…which, on this winter afternoon is rather a desolate place.

Its inhabitants are mostly sheep…

…a pig…

…and a crocodile.

It has seen some rough times…

…which are never to be forgotten.

Fortunately now is all good again!

November 3, 2020

Schärding – part 2

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November 2, 2020

Schärding – part 1

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August 26, 2018

Joseph-Nicolas-Pancrace Royer – “Vertigo” from “Premiere livre de pièces pour clavecin”

by ada

Just a quick reminder that I’m still living (unfortunately not the time of my life, but what is life anyway) – and with the second-hand spinet I bought a few months ago to restore, also came the immediate urge to ask myself useless questions like 1) why didn’t I bought an original 18th-century two-manual French harpsichord instead* and 2) what did I do to my life and why.

The newest source of my unhappiness is this really cool harpsichord piece which I’m unable to play on my spinet because it does not have all the keys needed!** composed by Joseph-Nicolas-Pancrace Royer, another great Italian-born French composer (do you still remember the First? The Greatest? The one and only Giovanni Battista Lolli?), who was held in high regard by Louis XV and was also good friends with Jean-Joseph Cassanéa de Mondonville, the sexiest composer ever.

Who cares that Charles Burney found his music boring? I definitely don’t.

* guess why. Just guess. Will you buy one for me if I set up a Donate button? As a thank-you I am willing to continue this blog with the present speed of one post every three months. Me thinks it’s a good deal.

** I didn’t open the spinet in two months because I don’t have the time (what did I do to my life and why?), but what I can already tell for sure is that the times when I still could tell the difference between the temperaments Werckmeister II and III are, alas, over***

*** but now I totally can tell you the difference between the second-degree atrioventricular block types Mobitz I and II!

May 6, 2018

Linz at Christmastime

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March 19, 2018

Passau – part 4

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March 14, 2018

Passau – part 3

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February 6, 2018

Passau – part 2

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January 2, 2018

Passau – part 1

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January 1, 2018

music for the first day of 2018 – Aria “Laß uns, o höchster Gott” from the cantata “Jesu, nun sei gepreiset” BWV 41 by Johann Sebastian Bach

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Let’s start 2018 with an aria first performed exactly 293 years ago – on a Monday, just like today – and wish for the same Johann Sebastian Bach once did: that in a year from today we’ll still have all the reasons to be thankful to God.

December 30, 2017

love is the voice under all silences

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It has been twenty-five years since I first sung this song and it still feels the same.

Some things never change.

December 25, 2017

music for Christmas (Eve, 1st Day, 2nd Day, etc, etc) – Pierre Dandrieu: À la Venue de Noel

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From his collection of Noëls from 1714. Based on an ancient French Christmas carol which first appears in the manuscript Livres des Noëls from around 1497, and is printed for the first time in 1535 by Jacques Moderne, in his  collection of Christmas songs La Fleur des Noelz. 

December 22, 2017

and Art shall awaken and Love shall sing

by ada

That first tone.

And the lute player at 7:40.

That’s what music is about.

December 17, 2017

my Linz neighbourhood

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December 16, 2017

Wels – part 2

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December 15, 2017

Wels – part 1

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December 9, 2017

Advent in Salzburg

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December 6, 2017

November recap

by ada

November felt like it will never end – I struggled to cope with life on every possible level. I was homesick for Bregenz, didn’t really get Linz and went to work with a pain of anxiety in my stomach every day. It did not really help that, for the first time in my life, I worked in the classic 8 hours per day, Monday to Friday setting and absolutely hated it. It made me finally understand all those TGIF memes on the internet, haha.

No wonder that I accomplished almost nothing in November other than visiting the small town of Haag…

…the abbey of Melk, inspiration setting for Umberto Eco’s The Name of the Rose…

…and the oldest Austrian town, Enns:

I’ve already met Hungarians on the top of the Mount St. Odile, under the lighthouse in the Lindauer haven, in the Migros on the Marktstrasse in Bern and on the Reeperbahn in Hamburg. So I wasn’t even surprised to see this in Mauthausen:

Very much like Hungarians, black cats are everywhere, too. Here they provide security services:

In the middle of November I spent a few days at home. We celebrated my sister’s birthday…

…made some half-hearted attempt at Christmas decoration…

…and played board games with Milo, Móricka and The Cat:

The rest of the month I slept through in a Sevofluran induced coma, only going out in the evenings to buy food.

December 5, 2017

the gloomy month of November

by ada

A gloomy month indeed; spent with some good books. I didn’t become a fan of Maisie Dobbs, though.

December 4, 2017

Enns

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