Category: Munich

Shadows and light revisited

I wrote a blogpost with this title back in early summer, but didn’t even mention the Joni Mitchell song I was referencing. That was an unfortunate omission, because it’s a song worth knowing. Here are the lyrics: ‘Every picture has its shadows And it has some source of light Blindness, blindness and sight The perils… Continue reading Shadows and light revisited

from above the Oktoberfest

Isn’t she gaww-juss? My girl Bavaria. I like ’em big, you know. And her lion? I could let her stick around for the lion alone. My band and I went to the Oktoberfest yesterday morning, but my hounds Ella and Louis insisted on accompanying us, so we knew we wouldn’t be actually going down to… Continue reading from above the Oktoberfest

Oktoberfest’s Black Economy-Flat Rental

My colleague Michael Owens‘ piece on Oktoberfest’s Black Economy-Flat Rental got me thinking. Since I’ve decided to blog incessantly about the world’s largest Volksfest over the next few weeks, this is a great segue into the economy of the ordeal. Especially the Black Economy, or the untaxed income, is something that you might expect at any event… Continue reading Oktoberfest’s Black Economy-Flat Rental

Endstation Floh-zirkus

Here’s where we last were, but that was early morning. This is a Volksfest, or was originally intended as one, so the families and people more interested in the folk part of the fest come in the daytime. The mayhem mostly happens after dark, so I thought I’d show you a bit of that. Once… Continue reading Endstation Floh-zirkus

zeroing in on the Wies’n

Well, did you come here for more Oktoberfest? I’ve got more…plenty more. Another two weeks of this. If you want. To be forthright, the caption on the photo above is actually not entirely true. It’s not All the beer. That wouldn’t fit in one photo. Unless you took that photo from a mile up in… Continue reading zeroing in on the Wies’n

forgiving the unforgivable

One never knows what people will like. My last blogpost was one I’d saved, because although I thought it was morbid and dark, I thought it’d spur some conversation. Not in the least. Amy over at Lucy’s Football commented on it, but she’d comment on me cutting and pasting swaths of the phone book. She’s… Continue reading forgiving the unforgivable

a rainy bug for your contemplative pleasure

After several relatively humid days here in Bavaria’s capital, we’ve had a few days of scattered showers. Aren’t you glad you came here for the weather report on The Previous Week in Munich? I’m happy to be of help, you know. At your service and all that. So, on the terrace this morning there was… Continue reading a rainy bug for your contemplative pleasure

idling right

Played a private party on the Isar this evening, and it really was quite enjoyable. Relaxed and a bit languid, even. I told Jarrod that I used to play gigs in a tuxedo and this was much more fulfilling. Wouldn’t go back to that earlier life as a musician for anything. Not that anyone misses… Continue reading idling right