Night Life (Photos To The Willy Nelson Song)*

I have had this great Willie Nelson song in my head for a while. And it reminded me of the people and the life you see around Bangkok. So I thought to my self:”Self, why not illustrate the lyrics with photos from here.”

“When that evenin’ sun goes down
Yeah you’ll find me hangin’ around
Because the night life, it ain’t no good life
But it’s my life

Oh, all the people just like you and me
Oh, they all dreamin’ about what they all used to be

I wanna tell you the night life, it ain’t no good life people
Yeah, but it’s my life

Yeah, yeah, yeah, listen to the blues
Listen to what they’re sayin’
Oh please listen to the blues
Listen to the blues they playin’

Hey, they tell me in life
Life is just an empty scene
Oh, oh, an avenue people
An old avenue of broken dreams

But I tell you the night life, yes it ain’t no good life
Hey, but it’s my life

Yes, oh-ho-ho, yeah, can’t stop singin’ it
The night life, yes it ain’t no good life
People but it’s my life
Hey, oh-ho-ho yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
The night life ain’t no good life
Oh but it’s my life

Yeah, help me sing it again
One more time
You nkow the night life ain’t no good life
Oh, but it’s my life

Stay sharp

Markus \m/

* = my favorite rendition is the one off the VH1 Storytellers album with Johnny  Cash. The entire album is great – two truly great musicians at work and inconcert. 


A Mixed Bag

Today is a mixed bag, the use of remainders and remnants, journalistic Bauerng’röstl. I have two more images from Molybdenopolis, from the warehouse district. I have a still life and I have a sunset that was proudly presented to us by Mother Nature.
Molybdenopolis, a town build on ore mining and metal processing. A town such as this surely avails over warehouses where the goods can be stored until they are shipped and that’s what we have here. The warehouse district at sunrise.
The same neighborhood a few minutes later, with the sun already much higher on the horizon.
You see it was a beautiful day in Molybdenopolis. From what I hear, the Molybdenites we’re celebrating Germany’s victory in the Football World Cup in Brazil over Argentina. Toolinguria, does not have a football team that would be anywhere close to qualifying for any tournament. They stink, but apparently, Toolinguria sends a strong team to the Scottish Highland Games every year. Who knew?
NEXT! Still life, so we can calm down from all this Toolinguria warehouse district excitement.
No need for me to comment….enjoy the feeling of being transcended.
Onwards to the closing images of yesterday ….in fact the closing of the day that was yesterday – Wednesday.
Mother Nature staged her show right as we were enjoying dinner – an interruption of sorts, but it was worth it.
And you know it was worth it, when it’s worth it in colour AND black and white.

Stay sharp and find and enjoy your own mixed bags of whatever…mixed stuff.

Markus \m/

Faul, WadAd vs Pnau

Yes it does not make any sense. It reads like a random sequence of letters. But it is a band from France – think Daft Punk. Before them France wasn’t on anyone’s musical map. So, these guys Faul, WadAd vs Pnau have a song that is almost hypnotic in its simplicity. It’s called “Changes”. I heard it on Saturday when I was out with my Texas mate Chris. With lighnting quick reflexes I launched Shazam on my phone, only to find out who that band is and what the name of the song is. I am usually more on the hater, heavier side of the musical spectrum. I like a mercilessly driving drum set, supported by a thundering bass, so that the guitar can weave riffs, rhythms and solos, while the lead singer celebrates cars, women and the easy life in rhyme. Yes, that is Van Halen pretty much.

Anyway, this is the opposite end of the spectrum. This is music that’s played “in da clu’h”, you feel me. You just have to listen to the 30 free seconds on iTunes and then decide that I am full of it and that evidently I am losing it.

Faul, WadAd vs Pnau: Changes

This music will help you stay sharp. Smell ya later dingusses.

Markus \m/

I ❤ LA

I ❤ LA. When I grew up America was made up of two stereotypes: New York City, specifically Manhattan where all super rich people lived, riding on 18-speed bicycles. And Los Angeles where all my musical heroes lived a live that was one endless party that must have started before I was born sometime in the sixties. And that party was just getting better as I began to hit the stride of my teens in the mid to late 1980s. Unfortunately, I did not live in the neighborhood as I was separated from this obviously greatest party ever by a continent, an ocean and France.
As I grew older, I began to see more in LA than just sun bleached manes, searingly hot women, surfing and screaming guitars. I started to see the grit. Today, I saw two scenes that reminded me of that grit, the sometimes destructive aggression that’s fueled by the desire to express.20130315-104208.jpg A message scratched into the sink of a gas station toilet. The messages continue in the mirror.20130315-104340.jpg

And that concludes this little quirky entry. Stay sharp.

Markus \m/

Gritty Like A Humbucker And A Watered Blues Harp

iTunes – they got me suckered, like puppy. That little Blues Band from Texas has finally turned the Texicali EP they released four months ago into a full-fledged new album. Smart move, add six more songs mix it with the EP and call it a new album. Nice move, too, since you can just add the extra songs to complete the album – no need to buy stuff you already paid for.

I figured I needed to comment on this album, since I just posted an entry from Gearwheel Alley and there is still some premium running in my veins tonight – whoohoo my lucky wife. But that doesn’t belong here.

The new ZZ Top album was produced by Rick Rubin of Beastie Boys, Jay Z, and Johnny Cash fame – the man’s a genius. I guess, he could even turn me into a bona-fide rock star. But it so happens that it was ZZ Top’s turn and not mine with him.

When I listen to the album, I can instantly feel the hot Texas Summer Afternoon Sun burn (NOT the humid Bangkok heat, that runs a river of sweat down my back and between my butt cheeks.) I almost need to squint my eyes, that how bright the sun is in my imagination. And although I am more of a motorcycle man, I can even see myself in a gigantic, low-tech V-8 big block roadster with a three speed automatic transmission – some nice old Ford hot rod without fenders – reminiscent of the race cars of the 30s and 40s in matt-black. No fancy stuff – except fat rubber on the rear axle to get all that torque on the road. Just the wind in my hair, the sun on my skin and the bobbing and blubbering of the engine as I barrel west. When you are in Texas, you want to go West, never East.

And just as simple and gritty as the images are the ZZ Top Album “La Futura” conjures up in my mind, just as simple is the album itself. There are essentially four instruments – a guitar, a bass, a drum set and an occasional harmonica and of course the rough and bluesy voices of Dusty Hill and Billy Gibbons.

There are two outliers:First, Chartreuse – I do not like this song! The name sounds made up (if not stupid – no offense to anyone named Chartreuse, I do not envy you, you are very brave) and I have a hard time imagining that parents would ever call their beautiful daughter Chartreuse. The second song is Flying High, because when it starts it reminds me of any AC/DC song (baam-badabambambambaam). Other than that the album is GRITTY and all ZZ Top.

Dudes, that’s it – Stay sharp.

Markus \m/

Deutschstunde Mit Den Toten Hosen – German Class With The Toten Hosen

One of my favorite German bands, Die Toten Hosen (the dead pants) have released a new album. Not just A new album, but one to celebrate their 30th band anniversary. Part of the new album is a second disk that contains covers of popular German songs over the last 70 years or so.

Among them is a song that we used to sing in music class when I was in sixth or seventh grade, called “Wir Sind Die Moorsoldaten” (We are The Peat Bog Soldiers). Back then, I guess I was too young to understand, but I did not like the song. It is a fairly slow song consisting of six verses with a simple chorus, no bridge or anything. But the song was originally composed by prisoners in a German concentration camp and was sung by the prisoners on their way to the bog, where they were forced to work.

When I saw the song was on the album, I remembered all that and I went into listening to it with a preconceived notion. But, alas, age brings maturity – even for me. Instead of listening to the music itself, I listened to the lyrics and now I see why this song struck such a chord with the fellow prisoners and generations afterwards. The power of the song became so evident, that the concentration camp leadership banned the song.

The lyrics describe how the prisoners love their mother country Germany and how the Nazis have brought winder and despair to the country and the people. The song describes how the prisoners go off to work and their daily suffering. But the last verse is a triumph of hope and was very moving to me. I am glad, that sometimes things come full circle.

If you want to know more about the song follow this link:

The new Tote Hosen Album – :”Ballast Der Republik” (Ballast Of The Republic) and the second disk containing the covers – “Die Geister, Die Wir Riefen” {The Spirits We Summoned) are both outstanding. Both titles have a historical connection to Germany. Ballast der Republik refers to the burden of the cruelties that happened between 1933 and 1945. Obviously the concentration camps, arbitrary annexions of smaller European countries and the ultimately the war. But the reference extends beyond 1945 to how the victors eventually split Germany arbitrarily into two parts that created its own perversions. The West became prosperous with everything available – especially Coke, while the East decayed and gnawed on concrete walls with shortages on everything as the standard.

“Die Geister, Die Wir Riefen”, is an allusion to a very famous (also very long – we had to learn it by heart in 4th grade) poem by Johann Wolfgang Goethe, called “Der Zauberlehrling” (the magicians apprentice) – not of Nickolas Cage fame. It tells the story of how the apprentice toys with doing magic all by himself, while his master is out and about. Eventually, the spirits he summoned he cannot control anymore and mayhem ensues, until the master return home to rectify the situation.

Anyway, the albums are great, I can only recommend them and they are available on iTunes.

Markus \m/