2010/09/13

Let's Build A Jazz Metropolis

Reading the paper today I found out two things. One: Switzerland is going to be "full" in 2020: people will have to cram themselves in small spaces, by military order buildings everywhere will receive ten floors more, no one except the highest political ranks will be allowed to eat meat (cows take away lots of space, and their empty barns will prove to be very useful), which will lead to a once again changed beauty ideal: the richest will be the only ones fat ergo fat bellies will once again be sexy.
Seriously, it's going to be a problem, but what a luxury problem: swiss people aren't used to live in high buildings, they need their little garden to put the garden gnomes in - looking for an appartment during the last few weeks I've found out how much this is true! I just couldn't live in a skyscraper (okay: 15 floors!), standing on the balcony makes me dizzy, and there are just too many people around... man, we really live in a little world of our own!
And the second thing I learned today: according to a an us survey, ten million people all over the world would like to immigrate to Switzerland. Wow! It brought me to think: musicians all over the world love to play in Switzerland, because of the good and warm food and the hotel beds. Apparently, jazz musicians in America aren't used to such a service. Well, okay! Everyone of you jazz musicians, come here! We'll choose a secluded valley somewhere, build an autarkic city, have our concert halls, make cheese and sausages, and maybe even create our own traditional costume? Won't we all live happily everafter?
Would be much easier for the government, too: everyone of them supervised with just one helicopter flight- They could even drop foodbags and social security cards all at once!

 But look: it's not all perfect!

3 comments:

  1. It sounds like paradise on earth. Will you teach us how to yodel?

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  2. Of course I can - because let me describe you a typical day of my life: get up, put on traditional costume, milk cow Rosi and cow Bertha, walk up some steep hill to find an edelweiss, come down again to stir the soon-to-be swiss cheese, and in the evening, I'll sit on a wooden bench in front of the little wooden house with the grandfather who is smoking the pipe, and we'll end the day by singing happy songs about our nation and the mountains.
    See you soon!
    Heidi

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  3. Actually, it's sad! I have no idea how to yodel. But found out that Blues singers in America use similar techniques sometimes, @1:10 : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iXV9_WilcHs&feature=related

    (this comment goes in the category: how mocking can bring your attention to something actually interesting)

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