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TafelMuzak Nº 085 von Leonhard Lorek Evgenij Dvorkin
THIS TAFELMUZAK TURNED OUT A LITTLE DIFFERENT THAN USUAL. FOR ONE THING, IT IS BEING RELEASED FOR THE FIRST TIME IN TWO LANGUAGES: IN ENGLISH HERE AND ALSO IN GERMAN. FOR THE OTHER THING, THIS TIME THE TOPIC IS NOT A RECENTLY RELEASED ALBUM, BUT NEW, IN PART UNRELEASED MUSIC, WHICH CAN BE FOUND ON MYSPACE. TO ADD: THE INPUT MASK FOR THE TEXT IS MEANT TO INCLUDE ONLY ONE AUTHOR. NEVERTHELESS THIS COLUMN HAS TWO AUTHORS: LEONHARD LOREK AND EVGENIJ DVORKIN. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Evgenij Dvorkin" To: "Leonhard Lorek" Hello Leonhard, now I'm stuck here, in Melbourne. The plane is not there. They don't say a word. The world is spinning too quickly for me! I opened up a bottle of wine – Australian Cabernet Sauvignon, with a kangaroo on it. You know, I wanted to bring it along, it's called "yellow trail*". I'm drinking! At home it's warm and soft. Here it's cold and the grate of this metal chair presses loads of little martyr's crucifixes into my posterior. I'm in the thick of things - somehow completely lonely. Awful. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Leonhard Lorek" To: "Evgenij Dvorkin" Compassion! Compassion! Evgenij, it's getting more and more complicated to live a simple life. By the way, I know the wine with the kangaroo. It's okay, but doesn't go with the olives. I've got a plenteous plate in front of my monitor, with sheep's cheese and so on - all the stuff that we pickled in herbs in October. Apropos Melbourne, we've also got people from Melbourne on the Mendelsson site. Look at Pause Record. Erm, stop! I see they are not called Pause Record anymore. Now they are called Mirrored Silver Sea. And also, no plural anymore, merely one is left. One, all alone. I have no clue where the other one has got to. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Evgenij Dvorkin" To: "Leonhard Lorek" Alas, however I'm also alone. Never mind, I'm going to make myself comfortable. I've got absolutely no idea if I'm going to cross the pond until tomorrow. Anyway, the music gets me to more enjoyable realms. Definitely! There are no people, there is no trouble and even better, there is no gravity. I'm flying! From above, everyday life and hecticness look completely harmless. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Leonhard Lorek" To: "Evgenij Dvorkin" Erm, are you listening to the same music as me? I've got here 13 minutes and 6 seconds "Coromandel" on the speakers! Abysses unfurl, between steep faces. One can get dizzy here. I'm delighted! Absolutely! One should hear it live, this piece, solely because of the basses. They don't really work in mp3. Incidentally, the olives also don't work, because, there is a tad too much of something there. Bay leaf? I'm going to open a Malbec now. Cheers! Toast to the weightlessness! Mendoza – Argentina – is written on the label. Admittedly not the best wine to accompany marinated olives, but it fits better than a Cabernet Sauvignon. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Evgenij Dvorkin" To: "Leonhard Lorek" Dear Leonhard, what do you believe is too much there? Nothing there is too much! The guitars are throbbing bolts into my boots. No escape! Time and space are secondary. I've got there a gleam on my skin. Spaceship Coromandel goes far out into the Weltraum. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Leonhard Lorek" To: "Evgenij Dvorkin" Evgenij, "too much" was related to some sort of – I don't which one yet – nuance of aroma of the olives, but not to the music. Apropos Coromandel, is it something to eat? And apropos Argentina, let your flight be redirected via Mendoza :) I was told that you can wait on softer chairs there! They've got Tebori there as well. Take a listen. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Evgenij Dvorkin" To: "Leonhard Lorek" Leonhard, Coromandel is an island. You should try to eat a craggy island. Storm warning! Storm warning! For me, it's getting too tight here on the island. I want no longer bear this rainy, stormy, showery shit! Granted, I should have obtained a copy of that rare album by MSS. Pressing of 70! But, Mendoza? Argentina? That sounds great. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Leonhard Lorek" To: "Evgenij Dvorkin" Tebori also sounds great. Electric spheres as well, but different from the Australian ones. For a long time he had only one piece in the player. After all, now there are two. Fragile stuff, porous, air-permeable. This could have also come from Japan, it's not at all like Maradonna. I mean, it's in no sense cheeky. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Evgenij Dvorkin" To: "Leonhard Lorek" Air-permeable? I will definitely need air after such a trip. An Argentinian afternoon would be delightful. Out into the beyond, me and my Malbec from the duty-free! Let's look around for a quiet place to have a picnic. Afterwards grape-harvest celebration in Mendoza! Besides the best wines in the country, there are supposed to be dancing, chanting and some beautiful ladies, according to my tourist's guide. Yet, only the dear God knows, how I am supposed to get there. Puta madre! ----- Original Message ----- From: "Leonhard Lorek" To: "Evgenij Dvorkin" Surely Evgenij - keep on dreaming! Grape-harvest in January - come on! ----- Original Message ----- From: "Evgenij Dvorkin" To: "Leonhard Lorek" Well, you can spoil the party! Right. I've googled: Not until March there is a next grape-harvest event in Mendoza. Good Lord, so calm here. You won't believe it – I can no longer distinguish Tebori from my own breathing. Yes, you can also breathe in sounds – have a go! The breath is somewhat breezy and erm, lemon-like! I know it now, we have put too much lemon between the olives. That should be it. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Leonhard Lorek" To: "Evgenij Dvorkin" True that! This white wadding of the lemon peel adds up to the bitter aftertaste. Respect! You must have some sensitive taste receptors! And this as a smoker. I've just briefly looked up that the next flight toward Europe goes to Moscow. Off to the (c)old home, Mr. Dvorkin! Be brave. Tell me, what does "Puta madre" mean at all? ----- Original Message ----- From: "Evgenij Dvorkin" To: "Leonhard Lorek" This means FUCKING HELL. Look at me: my finances are singing romances. For God's sake. And you're sending me to Moscow! You can't be serious? From the bosom of mother nature – to the cold arse of the world! So where do the sirens remain? Moreover a night in one of Moscow's hotels costs more than a small car in Cologne. I want to eat olives now! ----- Original Message ----- From: "Leonhard Lorek" To: "Evgenij Dvorkin" Apropos Cologne, I'm afraid it's really going to be an odyssey for you. It takes ages from Moscow to Cologne, Evgenij. At least I'm sitting in an arid flat in Berlin, in front of my monitor. I can provide you with navigation, having this Argonaut's ration on a plate. Incidentally, this stuff proved to be a provision for imponderable trips: olives, sheep's cheese. They must have left out only the baguette, I mean the Argonauts. Then Odysseus’s crew carried the same stuff with them. Along with it also plenty of wine. In the cave of Polyphemus for example. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Evgenij Dvorkin" To: "Leonhard Lorek" Olives in Moscow? What tradition are we in? Well, I don't even know any warm places to sleep in Moscow – certainly none I could afford – aside from Lenin's mausoleum maybe. Admittedly the stars In St. Petersburg promise more success: MySpace – we've got Wialenove there. He and his dream sounds remind me of the stuff that the German Labels Ohr and Pilz produced in the seventies: gems from the stars, beyond time and space. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Leonhard Lorek" To: "Evgenij Dvorkin" A trip to St. Petersburg? No way! I'm going to route you past the sirens. I've just finished listening to Wialenove's site. Forget big Russia, broad Russia – that's by no means enough for him. Alexey reaches for galaxies, for quadrants. And it's not only him. There are still others in on it. Why is Russia too small for them? An Odyssey is destined for finding the way home, Evgenij. Trust me, you will certainly get lost in the spheres of Wialenove. Therefore switch over in Moscow, instantly. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Evgenij Dvorkin" To: "Leonhard Lorek" Instantly? That's impossible. Leonhard – I've got some traditions, you know. Last year I went to Paris to listen to Stockhausen. Being there, I wanted to go for a pee in the Louvre to give the city back something personal. Not always "take" – no, no, not my business! I gladly give. The same story in Moscow, right now. However, when I look at the common entrance fees for the toilets here, I start wondering whether I will have enough peanuts left over for the connecting flight. Anyway, I won't leave my territory unmarked. I'm off now. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Leonhard Lorek" To: "Evgenij Dvorkin" Indeed! Always remember that no liquids are allowed on board. Erm, Evgenij, are there already body fluid scanners at airports? It's also very courageous that you did not shift 100 grams in Moscow. An Argonaut as such sticks to the classic diet: wine, cheese, olives. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Evgenij Dvorkin" To: "Leonhard Lorek" I'm back! My oh my, as a German student one would like to move into one of these toilets in Moscow. Not one cochon and no cochonnerie there! They are so pricey that everything is cleaner than freshly licked kittens' asses! Apropos, if there were body fluid scanners at the airport in Moscow, they'd make up more of a fuss than all budget price Jamba subscriptions at once! How is one supposed to abide it without vodka abroad, as a Russian? I guess, I'm the only one to achieve that. No matter, let's drop acid for a change! Look: My Acid EyE – Valencia, Calabria! Olives! ----- Original Message ----- From: "Leonhard Lorek" To: "Evgenij Dvorkin" Bella Italia! Yes! We'll make it, although not quite like in the Odyssey, because the guys from Ithaca have been chewing Greek olives and Greek sheep's cheese. So did also the Argonauts beforehand. But never mind! The main point is that there are olive groves ad nauseam! And thyme fields. And laurel trees. By the way, you can perfectly mix My Acid EyE into Wialenove, or the other way round. I had not thought so. At the same time the first piece sounds like a full truck load of Christmas trees saying goodbye to the forest. Thrilling. To stick to the point. In a warm season, we could once more take an unhurried look at Alexey's big, broad Russia. By the way, he and his friends are on the same net label. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Evgenij Dvorkin" To: "Leonhard Lorek" Indeed, let's save the cosmic Russians for later. Now, precision landing at Marcello aka My Acid EyE. When rock and house music amalgamate, this is exactly how it may sound. Very playful! He also does exciting drawings and photographs. But I miss something, I miss something! I know, beer! I miss the beer. The Italians have beautiful people, beautiful architecture, some tasty food, wonderfully danceable music – but no, they have no beer! I have discovered a delicious Czech beer, must have been ages ago. How was the stuff called? Hm. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Leonhard Lorek" To: "Evgenij Dvorkin" No need for asking "How was the stuff called?". Probably it was Budweiser; I don't think of the American Bud, I mean the true, genuine, rich, Czech Budweiser. By all means it must have been a Pilsener. Anything else is completely out of question. Well, and who invented the Pilsener? Evgenij, I just can't find a direct flight. You will have to go to the western Bohemian regions via Prague. By the way, in 1520, a certain Mr. Sladovnik was already brewing Beer in Pilsen. This was some really nasty stuff. The townsmen of Pilsen swallowed it, for three hundred years! Courageous, very courageous! But then they protested, invested a good deal of money in beer and created the Pilsener. Yes! Erm, how old is actually Gustav Tutre? ----- Original Message ----- From: "Evgenij Dvorkin" To: "Leonhard Lorek" I can't tell you how old he is. Watch his radiograph: A kid of the nuclear world! An elusive memory of amnesia. The hope, the impudent attempt to take a trip down memory lane. Oh Europe! Impudently beautiful! Gustav's flesh sounds have got something religious. They carve beneath the skin and then enter the arteries: pulse! Contra rhythmic. Has Prague got a middle? Gustav gets along without any middle. Leonhard, I'm in Prague! Pragmatic as I am, I need a change of scenery. I'm going to go out and look for the beer whose name I can't remember. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Leonhard Lorek" To: "Evgenij Dvorkin" No. Anything but that! I know you, and so I know that you're going to try all the Czech stuff. All of it! And then, welcome to nirvana! Though on occasion you can test whether your membership fees are well-invested in the Arbeiter Samariter Bund. They promise to get one out of any hole in this world – no matter how deep it is – and to securely fly you home. Having said that, Evgenij, a true Argonaut doesn't drink beer! And also no Slibowitz, not even in the golden city. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Evgenij Dvorkin" To: "Leonhard Lorek" It took a while. I met Dionysos, then stagg-staggered through the golden city, totally spiritualized. Was nice, yes: Prague in the night. Then, somewhere God left me behind and – I spent the night in a branch bank. Alone, wholly mundane. Indeed, Leonhard, it's been warm in front of the bancomats and quiet, like in a Moscow's toilet. Apropos, it was the Deutsche Bank where I slept. Nowadays banks are like the Canary Islands during the pre-season: deserted! Incidentally, Gustav's apocalyptic sounds were harbingers. After some thirty attempts I must have grabbed the sought-after beer. But a deep black hole, somewhere in the widths of my brain, once more sucked in my memory of its name. Tell me, Kafka and Schwejk – are they both from Prague? ----- Original Message ----- From: "Leonhard Lorek" To: "Evgenij Dvorkin" Just go ask Gustav! Oh, stop! It won't work. He doesn't live in Prague anymore. I noticed it just this minute. He has moved. Erm: What makes you think of Kafka and Schwejk? Because of Tutre's bizarre electric guitars? Gustav is not all alone with this! Wialenove also had a piece with electric guitars in the player. But now it's gone. And Mr. Mirrored Silver Sea has got Coromandel to offer. Hey Evgenij, look out. You've made a discovery: the electric guitars are conquering the electric sector! Well, I mean the more recent one. Travelling educates; I knew it all along! Possibly you have detected a trend: electronic artists of the early 21st century accompanied by bizarre electric guitars. Dare I now say Mr. Humboldt to you? Do you want to go home and tell the Kaiser everything? ----- Original Message ----- From: "Evgenij Dvorkin" To: "Leonhard Lorek" Tell it all Beckenbauer? Or are you talking about the real Kaiser, the imperator of Japan? Did the imperator listen to Humboldt at all? I'm torn! Mog Vogel must feel the same way. Looks like she is regularly commuting between Tokyo and Berlin. However, her music dissembles the hectic. Very feminine, somewhat jazzy and above all affectionate. Music for just lying around somewhere and dreaming. A flower garden with plenty flavours: Africa, Asia, Europe, America. One just has to lie down, nibble olives and sheep's cheese and eavesdrop. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Leonhard Lorek" To: "Evgenij Dvorkin" That's feasible. You can stretch out in the botanic garden. Or in an other way, if you now take wing in Prague, you'll be at 20:40 in Berlin-Tegel. The last connecting flight to Cologne-Bonn is at 20:30. That's bad luck. Or maybe not! You'll need 32 minutes to get from Tegel to Mehringdamm in Kreuzberg by metro. I'll pick you up and we'll go to the Haifischbar (Shark Bar). We'll pull an all-nighter, until tomorrow morning, until the first plane takes off. Still, you're fairly fit. Finally, you may lay down in Cologne. We have it all there in Berlin. The Haifishbar has got a sushi bar. We're not going to deglaze the sushi with plum wine, but with a tidy Czech Slibowitz. We will let the Pilsener alone, instead of that we can zap through the cocktail card this night; we're gonna take the "Argentine Julep" – not with brandy, but with vodka – and drink to the Russian widths and to the universe. I'm going to pocket some of our olives – we can chuck them in between. Bella Italia! With respect to Australia, being a swimmer, you know the legend that the Australians are that fit at the Olympics because their coaches tell them that sharks are chasing them. So: Haifischbar! After all you escaped from the sirens. What do you think? Do you agree? ----- Original Message ----- From: "Evgenij Dvorkin" To: "Leonhard Lorek" Agreed! Agreed! First of all, I finally want to get hold of the olives! And the espresso from the airport does some great job – I'm wa-wa-wide awake! Active brain. Those martyr's chairs from Melbourne come to my mind – they have shaped me, yes they did! Then that meadow in Mendoza. By the way, one day I am going publish a worldwide toilet guide, therefore Moscow has been an important station – I'm going to take it on file. You're right, travelling educates. Admittedly, I have missed out on the olive groves. But on the other hand, excess in Prague! It did me good, the sleep in the branch bank. With Mog Vogel, I am going to hover to Berlin. I'm homesick, Leonhard! ----- Original Message ----- From: "Leonhard Lorek" To: "Evgenij Dvorkin" And I'm plentifully equipped with olives." ONE LAST TRAILER: THE INPUT MASK FOR THIS COLUMN ALLOWS ONLY ONE LINK TO AN ARTIST. THEREFORE AT THIS POINT IS NOW A LINK TO THE TAFELMUZAK MYSPACE SITE. ALL OF THE SIX ARTISTS HAVE BEEN ASKED TO BE PRESENT AS "FRIENDS" THERE.
Künstler: Mirrored Silver Sea, Tebori, Wialenove, My Acid EyE, Gustav Tutre, Mog Vogel http://www.myspace.com/TafelMuzak
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Marinated olives Ingredients 800g of pickled black olives 1 natural lemon 2 cloves of garlic 2 dried bay leaves, or 6 fresh ones chili peppers olive oil thyme rosemary sage basil parsley
Zubereitung
Preparation Let the olives drain through a colander overnight. For the case they are too salty, wash them with some water beforehand. Cut the cloves of garlic in small pieces. Cut the lemon in pieces almost as large as sogar cubes. If you want to avoid the slightly bitter aftertaste, you may squeeze the lemon and abrade the rind with a grater. Mix the small pieces of the cloves of garlic, the lemon juice (for the case that no citron pieces are used) and the abrasion from the lemons between the olives. Now put the olives with plenteous herbs, chili peppers and bay leaves in layers into fitting screw-top jars. If the lemon has not been squeezed beforehand, also put some lemon pieces in there. The amount of chili peppers taken and the combination of herbs is up to your individual taste. Then infuse olive oil until the olives are covered with it. Now lock the screw-top jars and then turn them around slowly a couple of times, until all air bubbles between the different layers have disappeared. After about two months of cool storage, the olives may be consumed.