Abschied

Am letzten Samstag jährte sich mein Geburtstag bereits zum 44. Mal.
Ich feiere schon die letzten Jahre diesen Tag nicht mehr. Anfangen hatte dieses Nichtfeiern wollen vor drei Jahren, ich verspürte einfach keine Lust an diesem Tag Gäste zu bewirten, wollte einfach nur faul sein. Dann, vor zwei Jahren überwog das Bedürfnis allein sein zu wollen, an diesem Tag, meinem sog. Ehrentag.
Auch letztes Jahr hatte ich wenig Interesse an Gesellschaft und gesellschaftlichem Feierzwang. Ich machte mich lieber auf die Suche nach „morbiden“ Fotomotiven. Und auch in diesem Jahr erging es mir anfangs ähnlich wie die Jahre zuvor. Mit einem Unterschied. Ausgelöst wurde dieser „Unterschied“ durch zwei Mädchen, Twens eben, die unbekümmert lachend vor mir die Strasse überquerten, während ich vor der Ampel in meinem Auto saß und auf Grün wartete. Ich saß da und boebachtete diese jungen Mädchen. Ich glaubte schon länger zu wissen, dass ich keine 20 mehr bin. Mein Verstand, mein Kopf, mein Pass alles deutet darauf hin, dass ich über 40 bin. Es war auch nicht mein Alter, dass mir in diesem Moment zu schaffen machte, sondern die Zeit, die schon vergangen ist und wie schnell sie vergangen ist.
Wer will ich noch sein? Was will ich noch tun?
Es ist seltsam, aber in diesem Moment, wartend und beobachtend im Auto sitzend, habe ich auch begriffen, dass ich keine 20 mehr bin. Das ist gut so!

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„I just can´t stop loving you“ aus dem Minialbum „Sandra Buchner sings Michael Jackson with Dennis Schütze & Camilo Goitia

So liebe Freunde, hier ist also das letzte, ganz spezielle „Baby“ dieses Michael Jackson Minialbums!

Ideen für eine Fortsetzung dieses Projekts werden gerade gehört und gesichtet und und und……na? Vorschläge?

Album: Sandra Buchner Sings Michael Jackson (2017)
Video: Apedemie Movie, http://www.apedemiemovie.de
Music available @ iTunes, amazon, spotify etc.
https://itunes.apple.com/de/album/sin…

Sandra Buchner: Vocals
Dennis Schütze: Guitar
Camilo Goitia: Upright Bass

Produced & Recorded by Dennis Schütze
http://www.dennisschuetze.de
Mixed & Mastered by Jan Hees
http://www.janhees.de

Songdemo: „My Granddad“ von Dennis Schütze

Songtext:

My Granddad
Written by Dennis Schütze, for Ralph Earnest Schütze (1902-1964)

My Granddad was a player, a joker and a Jack of all trades,
He didn’t always play his cards right, but he knew when he had an ace.

Born 1902 in Flatbush, Brooklyn, New York City,
He was the oldest son of German salesman and woman nameless and pretty,
They named him Ralph Earnest and called him Boykey for the key he wore around his neck,
And one day they took a trip to Germany and they never made it back.

It was the Weimar Republic after World War One, the golden twenties in full swing,
And he lived his life and took a wife and he loved to talk and sing,
He claimed to be an engineer, a constructor of machines,
And steered his Adler automobile through the streets of old Berlin.

When Hitler came to power in nineteen-thirty-three,
He worked hard for a company and raised a family,
A daughter born in thirty-four and two more children after that,
But by then the marriage fell apart and one day he took his hat.

While trav’ling for the company he met a girl so young and fair,
She fell in love and he gave in and they started an affair,
My uncle born in fourty-two, my dad in fourty-three,
That’s when he played his ace out right and saved his families.

World War two had took its toll, Berlin was bombed down to the grounds,
With papers and passes in his hands he took them out of town,
He knew of a place deep in the south, a little village in the Alps and then,
He drove them down in his automobile, two women and five little children.

While Germany was burning up and the whole world was falling down,
He took care of his family and they came out save and sound,
After the war in fourty-seven they all returned to old Berlin,
And he tried to live a life again put just couldn’t fit in.

Times were hard and life just sad and along the way he lost his will,
He couldn’t find a turnaround and took to alcohol and pills,
With no perspective and no money, his days had turned to night,
And one day in post-war Germany he laid down to rest and died.

As a grandchild born in sev’nty-two I heard some of these stories,
Like how your children all admired you and how you never seemed to worry,
You were weak and strong and cool and soft and you cheated and you lied,
But when it was time to lay the cards down, you had played them right.

My Granddad was a player, a joker and a Jack of all trades,
And he knew when he had an ace.