Mister Blues' third volume of "Brakenberg Blues" has finally arrived. Again blues twins Torsten Buncher (harp) and Bert Halbwachs (git) weave a net of stories around the hardships of rural live in Lippe county. Accompanied by their musical cousins Locke Habich (drums, backing vocals) and Chris Beuthner (bass) the Bakenberg twins let us know about the sad story of their first and shared love in "Das schönste Mädchen vom Brakenberg" only to find out she only came to marry into the farm they were about to inherit. "Elektrisch Licht" and the lack of it proves the challenges of getting to know women - in a biblical sense.
Who wouldn't know the anger and frustration any man feels about machinery, especially the Hilti TE-2M power drill, loaned to a friend just for the weekend and not being returned? "Foten wech" shows the typical rural reaction to that.
Almost all of the women Bert and Torsten got to know during their upbringing on the Brakenberg were related to them - apart from Mechthild. But that's another story, told in "Iuse Mechthild". "Iuse" - no pun intended - describes a whole village's, vicar and all, craving for that beauty Mechthild. Needless to say it was to no avail as no one could meet her standards.
Which leeds straight to "Gib mir noch ne Chance". That one last chance Torsten begged for before first wife sent him back to his mother.
Twin brother Bert meanwhile was better off - if ever so slightly - as he keeps telling in "Frauenversteher" (Ladies’ Man). Isn't that what women really want? Don’t they deserve someone who understands their needs and wants day in and day out? Our twins’ father, as many bluesmen before him, had failed in that respect working double shifts at a local factory. Whenever he worked nights his friends came looking for him and only had Mum to talk to. What a shame. Father was eventually let back in. His son Bert didn't get the benefit of the doubt 25 years later when he returned from a New Year's party for breakfast – on January 4 only to find out his future ex-wife had changed the locks.
County Lippe's biggest fair is held at the beginning of each rain season. Locals have the strong feeling that that could be at any given day during the year as it rains a lot in southern Blomberg. If it wasn't for the harvest that needed to cleared off the fairground first. Which in due course opened another field of profitable income for local farmers as virtually every parked car had to be towed out of the mud. In short most people were looking forward to "Wilbasen" fair. Most - but not Bert and Torsten because each "Wilbasen" saw the advent of (aunty) Tilde. I'm saying advent here because Tan'Tilde usually stayed until Christmas. Otherwise "Wilbasen" used to be fun. There were dare-devil tractor pullings, wooden rubber boots to be bought and Schlüter's Boxing where locals and drunken youths meant to impress their girlfriends but rather soon had to find out their dental insurances weren't anywhere near as impressed.
Love is the driving force, the power juice, in (a) man's live. Love makes us stay with our consecutive partners for long periods of time. Love makes us give shirts to our dads for Christmas and toasters to our mums. And it helped our sister to create a huge circle of friends. "Liebe ist der Saft" with a little help from trombone player Georg Metzner gives us insight into a man's bitter confession as he discovers his wife has left him.
Men all over the world are trying hard to impress women. They go out and battle each day for a month's income. They even fetch the milk from outside the door. Futile! "Ich hol die Milch rein" is a helpless cry for mercy, err Marcie, to come to bed.
In recent years reckless TV programmes showed how clean middle class women spent fortnights at some lowlife's house while that one’s wife had a good time teaching the upwardly mobile rest of the family that TV dinners provided for healthy balanced diets if accompanied by enough soft drinks. Where is that supposed to lead to? We don't know. Where did that come from? We do know! It came from a wife-swapping between us and cousin Günni. The only limitation during that period was that Gaby had to be back in time for the turnip harvest. Back she was in time. But what did we get in turn? A smelly, swelly, rubbery doll! But listen for yourself to low German "Lippisch Platt".
The CD's last piece has already been on the air years ago on Big D's ‘Sittin’ at the Crossroads’ show on www.wwoz.org, New Orleans' famous FM blues station. Hear Big D himself announcing "Sieh zu" - "Take care" (that you don't tread on the flower beds as you leave).
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