Showing posts with label German. Show all posts
Showing posts with label German. Show all posts

Tuesday, 18 March 2025

Wunderbar!


Only a week late [and somewhat shame-facedly, after all that build-up of "more to come" that I gave her a few weeks ago!]...

...I feel we really need to celebrate the fact that Our Patron Saint of Crazy, Fraulein Nina Hagen blew out 70 candles on her cake last week! (Gulp!)

Our Nina is a remarkable woman of many talents, and since she first emerged into the limelight - across of the ruins of the Berlin Wall that had once divided her birthplace in the East from the rest of the world - she has certainly embraced a whole range of genres. All in her inimitible and unique style, of course!

Here she is in her full-on Goth-Punk heyday in 1982:

...here, covering a Glam Rock classic originally by Sweet:

...from Glam to glamorous, here's her tribute to wartime star Zarah Leander:

...and she also had a rather brilliant foray into House music:

...but whoever thought she would turn a Doris Day number into a dance track? She did, obviously!

...and she even fronted her very own Big Band:

To finish - and to top it all - here is one of my favourite clips of the lady, surprisingly duetting with none other than that beloved purveyor of multilingual smoothness Miss Nana Mouskouri! When worlds collide, indeed...

There is no-one quite like Catharina "Nina" Hagen (born 11th March 1955).

All hail!

Tuesday, 18 February 2025

Blumenfest!

Just a sample of the delights on show at the Orchid Festival at Kew Gardens, that Madam Arcati, John-John and I trolled off to see on Sunday.

It was, as planned, the perfect way to end my holiday (the Madam was already back at work after our trip to Spain), even if the arrangements were a bit discomfiting in comparison to previous visits - we had to queue in the cold for our ticketed timeslot, much of the Princess of Wales Conservatory (where the event is hosted) was roped-off so we couldn't meander past some of our fave specimens as usual, and in general it all felt a bit like being ushered along a conveyor-belt.

Albeit a very beautiful, colourful and floral one!

Here's something - ahem - appropriate to accompany this floral display, from one of our favourite German eccentrics Fraulein Nina Hagen [who has a milestone birthday coming up next month, so I doubt this will be the last we hear of her]!

I love the looks of shock on the audience's faces...

Monday, 16 September 2024

Rökk und roll

Sigh. The sun is shining and there's some warmth in the air, and it's forecast to be much of the same over the next few days. Just in time to be back in work...

Never mind eh? Let's let the Nazis' favourite femme fatale of the war era lift us out of the gloom on this Tacky Music Monday (together with her ensemble of distinctly unmännlich dancers) - here's Fraulein Marika Rökk:


Have a fabelhaftesten week, Lieblings!

Marika Rökk on Wikipedia

Monday, 17 October 2022

Wherever you can?


Sigh. Monday again...

The weekend has breezed by in a flash, and after all the excesses of last week's family visit, I could have done with an extra day to catch up...

Never mind, eh? To cheer us all up on this Tacky Music Monday, how about some sage advice from those - ahem - uber-talented ladies of Arabesque?

I imagine struggling in and out of those preposterous jumpsuits might take the spontenaeity out of it, to be honest.

Have a good week, dear reader.

Monday, 29 November 2021

Fiesta?


It could be worse - we could be in Yorkshire.

Winter has arrived here in North London - it was down to below zero degrees last night - and it really makes if difficult to haul the old bones out of the snuggly bed and start yet another working week! It's too dark, and I'm not ready for all this.

On this Tacky Music Monday, however, I have found the perfect cheesy (and somewhat bewildering) pick-me-up, courtesy of a German "national treasure" and sex symbol...

Like so many of his ilk, of course, Rex Gildo's media-savvy image was a charade. He sang songs about girls, sunshine and idyllic fun-filled lives, yet suffered with depression and alcoholism for years. He had a very public marriage to a "sweetheart" (his cousin), yet had hidden for years the truth that he was in fact in a long-term relationship with a man; his "secretary", several years his junior. It all came to rather tragic end in 1999.

Still, at least we have those teeth - and that bow tie - to remember him by.

Have a good week, dear reader. Keep warm.

Monday, 22 November 2021

Ich werde meine Knie rouge auftragen und rolle meine Strümpfe runter


I love Mondays...

I must have blinked and missed the weekend, for here I am again, dear reader, dealing with the same old, same old work stuff again...

We need something jolly to wake us up!

It's been far too long since I have featured anything by old faves the Kessler Twins (still going; they hit their 85th birthday milestone in August!), so when I stumbled across this slice of cheesiness, where the girls are paired with the man who was once considered "Germany's answer to Elvis", I just knew it would be perfect for this a Tacky Music Monday ...

Have a good week, dear reader.

More Kessler Twins here, here, and - in one of our favourite camp videos/Scopitones of all time - here.

Monday, 15 November 2021

You're still so fast and funky

Groan. Here we go again...

The start of any new week is a wrench, especially at this time of year when the daylight is scarce - but on this Tacky Music Monday, there's always the - ahem - super-talented ladies of Arabesque to cheer us up..!

Utterly bizarre - and a perfect example of "rehearsed-but-not-quite-enough"...

Have a good week, folks.

Monday, 18 January 2021

Just to say "Hello there" and "Howdy-doo"

Today is allegedly "Blue Monday", the "most depressing day of the year". It's all piffle, of course - the term was created in 2005 by a British travel company as a cynical way to tempt people to book their holidays.

Here at Dolores Delargo Towers, we prefer Tacky Music Monday! And, thanks to Madam Arcati's recent trawl of the entire back-catalogue of this most - ahem - classy girl group, I have just the thing to sweep away the blues.

Here's Frankfurt's finest, Arabesque..!

Very popular in Japan, by all accounts.

Have a good week, dear reader.

Saturday, 3 October 2020

Einheit

Today (scarily) marks thirty years since the reunification of Germany, following the total collapse of the Soviet Eastern Bloc. Understandably, celebrations have been somewhat hampered by what maybe we should call today "the Trump virus", but nevertheless a significant milestone.

Never one to miss an opportunity, I thought I would focus, by way of celebration, on some of the - ahem - choicer musical gems I have featured over the years that originated in the Land of the Franks...

First up, perhaps our favourite Kraut-rocker, the utterly bizarre (and wonderful) Punk-turned-Big-Band-chanteuse Nina Hagen!

Here's a true classic from the late, sadly-missed Falco:

Another fave, the splendid Max Raabe (who we managed to get to see live in March this year, just weeks before lockdown), with his "tribute" to Britney...

The amazing, the unique, the irreplaceable, late, great Klaus Nomi:

And finally - possibly the weirdest clip in German cinematic history from the legendary Marika Rökk...

Gern geschehen.

Happy German Unity Day!

Thursday, 5 March 2020

When you dance, you're charming and you're gentle, 'specially when you do the Continental



Madam Acarti, our friend Al and I are long-term fans of the German bandleader Max Raabe - indeed I first posted a blog about him twelve years ago. At that time, we adored discovering Herr Raabe and his Palast Orchester and their novelty "cod-dance-band" versions of hits by Britney Spears and Tom Jones, but before long our exploration of the man's musical repertoire led us to collect several of his albums, including his collaborations with the faboo Nina Hagen (who nowadays leads a Big Band of her very own).

Imagine our delight when we managed to land tickets for the opening concert of the very first UK tour by the maestro himself, at the swanky Cadogan Hall in Chelsea, no less!

Herr Raabe's is a loving tribute to the music of the Dance Band era of the 1920s and 30s, from both sides of the pond - and we were treated to not only some familiar standards from the golden age of British dance bands and from early Hollywood, but also a portfolio of (sometimes less-than-familiar) music from his native Germany, all interspersed with some dry-as-dust humour from the man himself, and some very amusing interplay between band-members and the audience as they "played-up" the sillier moments of some of the musical arrangements.

It was utterly faboo from beginning to end. Here is just a small selection of the musical numbers we enjoyed:




Particularly inventive and great fun were these two less familiar numbers:



Time just flew by in the company of Max Raabe. Getting up and down the myriad staircases at the Cadogan Hall from seats to bar and back again, on the other hand, seemed to take half a lifetime...

The evening was faboo, nonetheless - es war wunderbar, meine Lieben!

For details on the continuing tour visit Max Raabe and Palast Orchester website.

Friday, 24 January 2020

We all here adore you



Hoorah! Pay day. Friday. Seven days tomorrow till we jet off to Spain!

The countdown has begun, and so I thought I'd cheapen the party planning this weekend right down to the "Lambrini-level" - with a number that would fit in brilliantly in a lot of bars on the Costa del Sol.

Admittedly, the long-forgotten [if one ever knew them at all] girl-group A La Carte were about as Spanish as I am [their founding line-up was three Scottish girls, and they were produced in, and mainly popular in, Germany] but this number just about fits the bill...


I fully expect you all to be rehearsing the splendid words, and moves, to this - and Thank Disco It's Friday!

Have a good one, dear reader.

Friday, 4 October 2019

The best you can get 50 miles around



Oh yes - the end of another week draws ever closer, and for that we are very grateful indeed.

We have another of our notorious all-day "film club" gatherings tomorrow upstairs in a pub in Farringdon for our in-law/outlaw Crog's birthday, so that is the party-planning sorted!

All we need is something to get us in the mood...

...how about Austria's ultimate "Love Machine" of 1977?

Thank - ahem - Disco It's Friday!


What a stud-muffin he is, too.

Have a good weekend, peeps.

Monday, 29 July 2019

Nothing to do with Trump, gott sei dank


The enormous, beautiful and exquisitely scented Orienpet Lily "On Stage" in the extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers.

Oh bugger. The weather's been utterly lovely today, while we were in work...

Never mind, eh? It's still a Tacky Music Monday, and I have another treat in store. Those creative geniuses at Soft Tempo Lounge recently posted a perfect video for their particular brand of easy listening - a remarkable "ballet" number with the cheesiest-of-cheesy scores, as only ever encountered in the 1970s:


I think I might just have gone one better. The piece is lifted from a German Saturday night telly extravaganza Musik ist Trumpf ("Music is trumps") hosted by Peter Frankenfeld, which ran from 1975 to 1981. And, lo and behold, I have found the entire segment!

Prepare to be blown away in a flurry of chiffon, unusual hairdos, operetta, shonky sets, schlager music, and some of the least attractive "safety gays" ever [and watch out for the perpetually-bored audience]...


I adore it! I think I am going to have to get a lime-green-and-purple maxi dress now.

PS wherever is Thombeau? He'd love this.

Monday, 25 March 2019

Your nearest exits are here, here and here


We went to see Captain Marvel on the weekend. It looked nothing like this.

Another faboo weekend, over too quickly. Sigh.

Only Scopitone can save us now! On this Tacky Music Monday, let's have a bit of Teddy, his teeth, and his performing stewardesses...


Have a good week, peeps.

Thursday, 7 September 2017

Can, canned



I never was a fan of controversial "modernist" composer Karlheinz Stockhausen, nor of the experimental "Krautrock" band Can (the slightly warped product of two of Stockhausen's pupils). However, I was aware of Can's influence, and in particular that of their erstwhile "knob-twiddler" Holger Czukay, who died on Tuesday - not least for the fact that many an artist of the late '70s and early '80s in that eclectic genre known as "alternative music", such as Talking Heads, Public Image Ltd, Joy Division, The Fall, Julian Cope or any number of post-punk black-trenchcoat-wearers, cited him as an influence in their musical development; and in his time he collaborated on projects with the likes of Peter Gabriel, the Eurythmics, Jah Wobble, David Sylvian and Brian Eno.

Of course, there is only so much avant-garde experimental music that one can easily enjoy - I doubt I could sit through a whole concert/album by Herr Czukay at his most esoteric any more than I would, say, sit through an entire evening of a Laurie Anderson-Philip Glass "audio-visual project", Steve Reich's Desert Music, or Miles Davis at his most 1970s-"jazz-fusion" extreme. Lord knows, I've seen some strange stuff - most recently last year's perplexing "Bowie Prom" with Marc Almond, John Cale, Anna Calvi and Amanda Palmer - but I prefer my "oddest" musical experiences in bite-size chunks, on the whole.

Rather like this one...


RIP Holger Czukay (24th March 1938 - 5th September 2017)

Friday, 12 May 2017

Hu ha, hu ha



It's been a long time coming, but... the weekend is in sight, peeps!

I will be knocking-off work early today in order to "weave some magic" over Dolores Delargo Towers in preparation for tomorrow's "Gay World Cup", the Eurovision Song Contest. We're expecting a house-full of bizarrely-clad friends and family. And booing and shouting. And exotic foodstuffs. And booze-a-plenty! Of course.

As is our wont, to get us through one final working day we require something glittery and boppy to get us in a suitable mood for a party - and here's something that fits the bill perfectly...

Evidently attempting to channel the "spirit of Boney M" back in 1979, here's the German entrant for that year's Eurovision - the utterly outlandish Dschinghis Khan!


Thank - erm - Disco(?) It's Friday!

I do hope at least one of our chums turns up tomorrow dressed like this.

Enjoy!

Wednesday, 15 March 2017

I know, once a miracle will happen



One hundred and five years ago today, a controversial legend was born...

From WFMU's faboo Beware of the Blog:
When Joseph Goebbels set out to create a Nazi movie studio to rival Hollywood's dream machine, he tried to recruit Germany's and Europe's most glamorous stars, most notably Marlene Dietrich and Greta Garbo. Since both Garbo and Dietrich had already fled war-torn Europe for Hollywood, Goebbels' attention drifted to the singer and actress Zarah Leander. In 1936, Goebbels signed Leander to the recently nationalised film studio UFA, and the Swedish Leander became the highest paid Nazi film star (much to Goebbels' consternation), and one of the most popular actresses and singers in Germany and Europe. She starred in ten propaganda films for the Reich and was a particular favourite of Hitler, who reportedly found the icy, husky-voiced Leander irresistible...

By 1943, Leander saw the handwriting on the wall and stiffed Goebbels, fleeing Germany for her Nazi-film-financed palace in Sweden. Goebbels was enraged, and branded her an enemy of Germany, but the Swedish people were also outraged by what they saw as her wartime Nazi collaboration and profiteering. Leander always insisted that she never bought into the Nazi philosophy and didn't socialize with Third Reich bigwigs. According to a 2004 book by Anthony Beevor (The Mystery of Olga Chekhova), Leander was in fact working for Soviet intelligence the entire time she was under contract to Goebbels, passing Nazi secrets on to the Russians whenever she visited her home in Stockholm. The Swedes never completely forgave her, but she did enjoy a comeback of sorts in the 1960's, appearing in musicals and concerts throughout Germany and Austria.
Now this is what I call a comeback! Here's the fragrant Miss Leander, replete with safety gays and lots of glitter - in a nightclub that I wouldn't mind visiting...


And here, for your delectation, is a rather unexpected tribute to the great lady - by none other than our beloved Nina Hagen! Here she sings a German classic made famous by Zarah, Ich weiss, es wird einmal ein Wunder geschehen:


Zarah Leander (15th March 1907 – 23rd June 1981)

Tuesday, 19 July 2016

The final frontier



As the British Parliament votes to sustain and renew its nuclear deterrent Trident, so I feel I just have to share this magnificent moment of wonder from the middle of the Cold War era...

We know and adore the "Nazis' favourite screen songbird" Marika Rökk, but, my dears - this clip (from 1958, long after her dodgy reputation had been redeemed) is an absolute joy!

Sit back and enjoy the madness of Mir ist so langweilig ("I'm so bored") - and I can guarantee that you won't be...

Ich liebe es!

Tuesday, 28 April 2015

'Neath that far off lantern light









It was the annual Whitby "Gothic Weekend" get-together last weekend, and assorted punky black-clothed dressing-up addicts congregated on the North East harbour town - the mythical landing-place of Dracula in Bram Stoker's story. It looks like fun...

Meanwhile, this gives me the perfect excuse to feature one of our fave "founding mothers" of that particular genre - whose 60th birthday (gulp!) I shamefully missed last month - Fraulein Nina Hagen!

Here she is in her full-on Goth heyday in 1982, with Smack Jack:


And here is one of my favourite clips of the lady, surprisingly duetting with none other than that beloved purveyor of multilingual smoothness Miss Nana Mouskouri on Lili Marlene. When worlds collide, indeed...


Catharina "Nina" Hagen (born 11th March 1955)

Monday, 20 April 2015

Verpiss dich montag!



Oh, how our spirits are dashed at the end of every weekend - it's all over much too soon, and all the best weather (inevitably) is due during the week... while I sit behind tinted glass trying desperately not to throw the laptop through a window. I could scream.

Never mind, instead we have the sickeningly chirpy Fraulein Marika Rökk to cheer us up on this Tacky Music Monday! No idea what she's on about, but a trip to the library will never be quite the same again...


Hope you have a good week, folks!