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glassblowing craft

seems to me strange that where tourism occurs, is always related to the glass-blowing craft. Glass-blowing, it seems like when you watching them at work, their studios have bleachers and they work with bus operators hand in hand. In Europe, two hours by bus away from the big hotels are workshops in which the supposedly traditional glassblowing craft will be investigated. And countless places and landscapes to fight in a delightful location for the title "Home of the glass blower," as the Italian Murano and the Bavarian forest. But in Romania, Bulgaria and Spain there are such workshops. Glass-blowing is a completely overrated profession (other than here are the thermometer maker, the glass component makers and the neon tube, brass), as the uncritical admiration, given the spectacular production process the products. For what is the glass-blower exception ago: Ugly vases. We know that when traveling Spending freely, especially if the tour of the distillery in front of the glass blowing was so Mister Minit get rid of that among the artisans their trash without difficulty. And again it says in the brochure: "Traditional glass-blowing craft," "an inseparable combination of words such as" valuable vitamin C, "" legendary hospitality, "rustic snack" or "brutally murdered". Hard-core tourists to create the traditional glass blowing still a fascinating cave, and a typical folklore show. Attending liquor is served. On the way back on the bus then the guide says: "Close, if they are afraid of its serpentine calm eyes, that's our bus driver that way." The tour group consists now consists of two categories: those who still manage it relatively accident-free song from the "Westerwald". And those who stand with glassy eyes stare his chin on his chest, the right, at irregular intervals, the head and then call "eucalyptus candy.

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Signs of life

Hello dear readers.

Even if I had to play in the last few months for personal reasons do not have time to write, I have not forgotten this blog and followed over time, surely the one or the other post again. This blog is therefore definitely has not disappeared completely and a "comeback" will follow. ;-)

Until then, fly safe!

your Kreldon

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Easter poem

master lamp gets drunk with a view to Köhlbrandbrücke

the last egg is hidden,
pours master lamp
neat one on the same,
sweeps over the hairy belly,
looks and Ottensen over the Elbe.

"Arschverdammichterscheißendreck,
this job brings me order
he will not go, hihi, on the eggs, "
talked's drinking and even of the rum
" on the fucking Easter! "

Hach, he is looking forward as Jeck,
for Easter now have holidays,
finally free, how good he is,
finally time for U.S. series,
grass and promiscuity.

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The smell of the rehearsal rooms

In the rehearsal room, it smells stale after hopes and dead dreams and sweat of all the singers, who believed if they were singing loud enough, it sounded somehow intense. In the corners are sad things like, "I immediately said we would with, should begin water carrier '. " do Dietmar had said that sentence in 1992, and you were with "Rock'n'Roll Victim" start with what Sascha and quiescence. You were the opening act for "explosion" was in force at that time was in the Bergisch land. But the public was not ready done correctly, not as you had said, they should once more come forward. Then the air was somehow out before, but could you briefly later in "Never Mind" Getting on the play so a mixture of covers and original material. And even then you had some German texts, that was a silver moon and such. Else do you do for a beer and ask me why Bill Kaulitz is a star and you do not, and I say, because Bill is a fucking artist, and you're just another employee, who can play passable guitar and also the age of 38 at the final chord still jumps into the air. And because of Gustav, the drummer of Tokio Hotel provides has never said that a seven-eighths syncopated clock would make the bridge really interesting and think your drummer is always like that. And because none of your band even remotely had such a cool name like "Tokio Hotel".

In rehearsal rooms, it smells of cigarette butts floating in beer residues, for drummers, which is always their off T-shirts and under dirty carpets.

Back when you had your first band, that was the smell of the magic that is created when the band is at once more than the sum of its parts. On good days, could you create it with your songs and light wind. You could speed up the time by means of sound waves and stretch: If you have then jumped at the final chord in the air, you stayed there for several seconds to have. After landing, you were silly as lovers. You were so old as Bill, and after three beers you were drunk.

That's why you jump today at the final chord in the air. Because that was nice, and you have not noticed, when it has ceased to be beautiful. No offense to old age, is still beer in my plastic bag. The others are gone, which can also no longer. And Klaus has become somehow strange, since he no longer smokes pot. Turn the Marshall quiet and let us play a sad song. I sing now like lying down, left, right? I smell briefly at the old beer spot here in the Persians, and then it goes off.