Good evening Blogbusters, are we cooking with napalm today? You bet!Before we get right into it, just for some mid-summer fun...with a nod to the great comic summer specials comics and their emphasis on puzzles and quizzes (i.e. Beano, Dandy, Topper, Beezer, Victor et al)...hidden within this blogpost are 3 rock,n,roll bands...name them.
This blogpost will verge on the self-indulgent but please stay with me if only on the basis of bearing witness to a short massaging of my bruised and battered ego. Hahahohohehe.
Although merited today having just watched some BBC highlights there will be no mention of Lily Allen wearing that purple wig at
Glastonbury* (I refuse to say or use the word Glasto...) last night, but that lady does look a million times better than her dad (Bonehead in The Bullshitters). But never better than when she donned those
blue stockings - shame on me.
I may not want to admit it,
I'm just a fool for your stockings I believe (ZZ Top)
*Löst Jimmy set out for the Glastonbury CND festival in 1981 to see Hawkwind...he got lost for 3 days en route south and never made it south of Hadrian's Wall.
And now on to the real subject matter of today's exclusive blogpost...Germany
My love affair with Germany goes a long way back, back to my childhood yeas before I eventually invisited the country. You see I was transported everywhere by my parents in air-cooled VWs and that noise and that style has stayed with me...
Many a time I have since visited Germany on short breaks and longer ones, my goodness I even met her indoors in Frankfurt and what a fateful day that turned out to be.
And so that nation has blessed this planet with many great persons & things...from Karl Heinrich Marx and his mate Friedrich Engels with their social science revelations and a cure for humankind.
The wonderful invention of Dr. Ferdinand Porsche, the people's car the 'Beetle' (let us ignore for the moment his other creative contributions to the world, the part he played in the Tiger and Elefant tanks), that symbol of successive
generations that has forever a place in my heart.
There was Ludwig Van,...
He did no harm to anyone. Beethoven just wrote music!Gerd Müller - Der Bomber!
Sophie Scholl and the
die Weiße Rose movementSigmund Jähn - Start in den Kosmos!
RammsteinWerner HerzogOf course the work of Michael von Gimbut for the Scorpions
In Trance album cover. A personal favourite for gratuitous reasons I might add. Most Shameful.
The Bonn band
Hairy Chapter's monumental moment on the
Can't Get Through album has to be included in my homage to German inventiveness if only for the wunderbar song 'It Must Be An Officer's Daughter', this guitar treat of extraordinary magnitude with its lyrical magic it can't be beaten on sheer indulgence, oh man we'd all want to be narrator in this
houghmagandie with a bourgeois totty. Shame on me (yet again!)
And then there is
Target Design from Bavaria, responsible for the magnificent machine the
Suzuki Katana. The beautiful street bike which will shortly become part of my life once it is delivered to the Victory Mansions front door. The child of
Hans Muth, Jan Fellstrom and Hans-Georg Kasten that became an icon of the early 19eighties during my most irresponsible years, although yearned for it proved a budget too far for your humble narrator.
The truth of it is that the Suzuki remains a fragile budget too far but the time is now, I am following my heart of course and not my head...like a lust, condemned as I am to fall for yet another Japanese enchantress, and this time she just happens to have a body imagined in Germany.
The iron mistress will be delivered wrapped in an obi within the next couple of weeks, a small lock-up will house her majesty. This will protect her from the harsh climate and roving street baboons. I already have a small shinto shrine prepared as is the tradition of my relationships with mechanical japanese metal gods. Another dream unfolds.
Better than continuing to peer into the abyss I'd wager...