In January or early February 2018 I´ll host the first Fichtelgebirgs Old-Time Jam.
More infos soon here: https://www.facebook.com/search/top/?q=fichtelgebirgs%20old-time%20jam
A website is in work, too.
Just recently I recorded 11 songs with Pablo aka EvilMrSod. Some of my songs and some old ones.
I´m excited. Updates soon.
Usually I do not like to post pictures of myself, but here´s another nice picture from Boris Dietschi. Lake Zurich, Switzerland, April 2017.
Sharing the stage again with Pablo aka. EvilMrSod 🙂
The real EvilMrSod:
Thanks to Martin Ehrenberger for the nice pics!
A picture of me by my sweet friend Boris Dietschi, Walensee, Switzerland, April 2017.
reminds me of the song „High on a mountain“
„As I look at the valleys down below
they are green as far as I can see,
as my memory returns,
oh how my heart did yearn
for you and the days that used to be.
High on a mountain wind blowing free
I wonder if you ever think of me
high on a mountain standing all alone
I wonder where the years of my life have flown
Oh I wonder if you ever think of me
Or has time erased your memory
As I listen to the breeze whisper gently through the trees
I‘ll always cherish what you meant to me.“
(Original by Ola Belle Reed – many other versions available)
„Let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.“
(Khalil Gibran – The Prophet)
Unassorted Hasselblad pics, Summer 2014 and 2015 in Canada.
Wiley´s last resort. Pine mountain. Letcher County, Kentucky.
Self portrait. June 2016.
Some new pieces I made for the Hoftexplosion exhibition.
Octavia Triangle. Inspired by Frona McCown´s song as told by Jimmy Mc Cown.
Summer 1945. She has been gone ever since.
Piece of evidence. Another broken heart.
Well shit happens.
The weaver of tales had no wings but she could fly.