European Culture: From Adiemus to Blue Spanish Eyes (Satis Shroff)

 

This year’s Christmas Concert in Kappel’s Festhalle began at 8pm with a song from Spain sung by the MGV-Kappel with the title ‘A la nanita nana,’ with Johannes Söllner as its conductor, a serious-looking young man with a bald head, and a goatee, but with an elegant gait. The way he sways his torso and extremities, you’d think a panther is about to pounce you. Johannes is a perfectionist and he has the talent to coax out the best performance from his singers of the men’s choir from Kappel. Every song bears its characteristic lilts, sudden burst of energy in the form of loud men’s voices that peter away. Ah, it’s a delight to watch this dynamic conductor lead his charges to new heights and it’s an honour and a pleasure to sing under his baton.

 

Next came a song from neighbouring France but in the German version with the title: ‘Hört der Engel Jubellieder.’ It  begins slowly but I love the part when you have to sing ‘Gloria’ in excelcis deo..’ You do hear angels sing.

 

We went back to the 16^th century and sang ‘Gaudete’ with much pomp and gusto. Söllner calls it ‘mit schmackes!’ That was our share of spiritual songs for the evening.

 

We went to the Heimat chest and fished out a German folksong ‘Nun Ade, du mein lieb Heimatland’ about a son who remembers his beloved country while travelling to foreign shores. The Heimat laughs benignly with its azure sky and greets the traveller with its meadows and fields. God knows, my heart is always with, sings the wandering son, but he has to go afar to seek his fortune.

 

The fifth song was another volkslied, as a folksong is called in German, penned by Friedrich Silcher: ‘Durch’s Wiesental gang I jetzt na,’ a long song with a sad ending sung in a light  style with a heavy refrain: I have no treasure anymore. The treasure implied is the lover who doesn’t seem to be in his grave because he wasn’t true in his love towards her. The roses and the carnation have to wilt away like my love, she says, for I have my Schätzele no more.

 

Then came a jolly song about plantation workers from Jamaica: the Banana Boat song made popular by Harry Belafonte. Johannes Söllner sang the lead part and the labourers of the banana plantation were the men of the MGV-Kappel. The song was sun with the usual swing and a good piano beat. The song came to an end and suddenly the choir members had Bio-bananas in their hands as a gag. The audience raved and loved it.

 

The ‘Day-O’ song was followed by a love-song about a Mexican beauty and her ‘Blue Spanish Eyes’ sung by Satis Shroff with the Kappeler men’s choir singing the chorus. This brought the house down. The people love schmaltz and quite a lot of elderly Germans could remember the hit from the sixties composed by Bert Kämpfert and made famous by Al Martino.

 

The evening of international songs was ended with Karl Jenkin’s ‘Adiemus.’ An encore ensued with a song from Israel: ‘Hine ma Tov,’ with lovely, manly Hebrew intonation. The moderation of the men’s choir ‘Liederkranz’ was performed by Johannes Söllner, who established himself as an animator and made the audience answer his quiz and pranced and hopped around on the stage. The audience was putty in his hands.

 

Since Karin Peters was busy with her family affairs, a moderator of the South-West 4 did her job and received a lot of appreciation for his im promptu interpretations and announcements. The Musikverein began with ‘A Celtic Christmas’ with music by James L.Hosay and the conductor was Manfred Preiss, a thick-set man with a bald head, who has been conducting the Musicverein Kappel orchestra since over 30 years. Noah Schroeder’s rendering of ‘alla Milanese, Siciliano, Rondo Veneziano on his fagott was a treat for one’s ears with music by Kees Vlak, accompanied by the brass-orchestra. Other notable numbers were: ‘The Bremen Town Musicians (Hayato Hirose), the Images of a City (Francesco Sessini, Op.42) and the New York Overture (Kees Vlak). The last piece was one with feeling: percussions, clarinets, flutes reaching a crescendo only to melt away in recurring waves. Samba rhythm in the first half, followed  German brass in a slow tempo mingled with bells chiming, a trumpet solo reminiscent of  Milies Davis, a foxtrott played on the clarinet and the evening vanished like stardust on a dark Schwarzwald sky. 

 

The history of the MGV-Kappel dates back to 1920 and initially it carried the name ‘Musik und Gesangverein’ under the leadership of Hermann Steiert. However, it was in Mai 1, 1932 that the official MGV_Kappel ‘Liederkranz’ was founded. Whereas in those thrifty days the membership-fee  for the singers was 1 Reichsmark, today it is 15 euros per annum. Politics brought new changes in the vereins of Germany in general and on November 23,1933 the Singers’ Association (Bund) demanded that a meeting be held whereby the key word in those days of the Third Reich was ‘Gleichschaltung’ meaning thereby that all associations in the country had to have a common function: to serve the nation under Adolf Hitler. New terms were introduced: Vereinsführer, vice vereinsführer.

 

The World War II broke out on September 1, 1939 and a lot of MGV singers had to go to the battlefields. It was on may 8, 1945 that the big ethnic murders were brought to an end in Europe. Where ever you looked, you saw piles of rubble, dust and ashes left by the krieg. It was on July 13, 1947 that the MGV-Kappel ‘Liederkranz’ was given permission by the French military government to re-start the men’s choir.

 

Since the Musikverein and the men’s choir in Kappel have a common origin and split up later and hold the annual Weihnachtskonzert together, it would be wonderful if the two vereins would cooperate and coordinate music and songs together in future. Miteinander instead of hintereinander or nebeneinander, for through togetherness we can win the hearts of the audience.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Volkstrauertag-Memorial Day (Satis Shroff)

 

Once a year we in Germany think about the victims of past wars, conflicts and rulers who used aggression and brutality to attain and preserve their power. We were gathered in the Black Forest town of Freiburg-Kappel to honour the people who's names were engraved on the stone-slab; sons of Kappel who died in the killing-fields of World War I and II. The dedication ran thus:

 

'...Ihren in den Weltkriegen

1914-1918 und 1939-1943

gefallenen Söhnen.'

 

The people of Kappel were standing between the graves, the navy-blue uniformed men of the Voluntary Fire Brigade standing at attention, the music verein and the men's choir (MGV-Kappel 'Liederkranz' played appropriate music and the choir sang a Russian song 'Tabje Pajem' as well as the German version of 'Nearer My God.'

 

The ones who were honoured were the sons, fathers and young husbands who died in the last two big wars. The memorial service was also for those who weren't mentioned, as well as those who have had to live without the dead and missing members of the family. Even today, young German widows are weeping for their husbands who were killed on duty in the Hindukush. At the same time, the memorial reminds us of the right to protest in countries where people are treated inhumanly and where peaceful living and togetherness are jeopardised.

 

Values and norms are always followed by deeds and our memorial in Kappel is one such act. We have to extend our hands to others in friendship, and the soldier who has his finger on the trigger should have the civil courage not to shoot another human being, thinking of the people of the Volksarmy of the old German Democratic Republic, who didn’t hesitate to shoot their own people, who wanted to flee from the socialist, totalitarian country where barbed-wire, the automatic shooting devices, long and tall walls were normality, and where the people were crushed by army-boots and many tortured and killed. The trauma of those days and the days of the holocaust still haunt us today, and in the future too.

 

As a result of aggression on the weaker by the powerful, wounds were, and still are, being created, which can never be healed and the sufferers swear revenge in the sanguine and fearsome wars. Yet there is no other way than to forgive and live in peace.

 

In Germany we have lived long in peace after the last World War II, and we shouldn’t give war a chance to raise its ugly head, but endeavour to look for peaceful solutions when conflict flairs up. Our children must be told about the misery and loss in wartime and it is our duty to tell them about the experience and deep feelings that we have whenever we’re confronted with the word ‘war.’ It should not be a taboo like death. It’s not about DVD and computer games: it’s the hard reality. We have to bring the symbols of aggression and tyranny to our hamlets, towns and cities and talk about it and endow respect for the deceased and those injured, whether the damage is collateral or not. If we show respect, tolerance, togetherness and peaceful intentions to other people it will be possible to build bridges of consolation, friendship and togetherness.

 

We should never cease to hope and act for peace, because krieg, brutality and aggression are evident very much in our lives, brought to us through the media. The war in Afghanistan, which was for a long time sold by the governments of Germany and Britain as a mere ‘conflict,’ even when we all knew that it was a terrible war where people died on both sides. The Arabian Spring has shown what people can do against tyranny by joining forces and fighting against it.

 

In Freiburg the memorials for the fallen soldiers were commemorated after World War I, among them one for the 5th Badische field artillery at the cannon-place on Schlossberg in the years 1925-26, and also at the big graveyard with the themes: Germania and Heimat. The ‘Alma mater in grief’ can be seen at the university building I, initiated by a psychiatrist named Alfed Hoche later for all the victims of World War II and tyranny.

 

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Grapes and Culture (Satis Shroff)

It was a beautiful autumnal day and we, the members of the men´s choir (MGV-Kappel) headed for ZunZingen, a wine-growing area near Müllheim along the country-road in a Winterhalter bus, based in Kirchzarten. We went past Staufen and the Munster Valley hidden by a thick forest in the colours of autumn.

´Oh, that´s the place where we used to go to gather mushrooms,´ quipped Elke Suetterle, a soft spoken, slim lady with long flowing brunette hair.

Yellow mustard fields appeared and in the distance a glorious sunset. An Eurofighter jet streaked with its white jet stream vertically as though it´d found a hole to Heaven in the orange-blue sky.

The bus went slowly along the country-road past picturesque villages with gentle valleys, spurs and hillocks. We saw a Café im Glashaus in Dottingen. There were horses and some mules grazing in small green enclosures. A pretty church with a steep roof and a cross on the top went by with the colourful sunset in the background. Then came the grapevines. There was a Hofladen, a shop attached to the farm, with the farmer´s wife selling self-produced fruits and vegetables. Soon we went past the grey building of the Winzergenossenschaft Laufen. There were carefully planted grape vines, half a metre high on the slopes of where ever you looked. The wood was already cut and neatly stacked for the winter for in the countryside you still use ovens which are fed on wood, and there were huge hay-bundles in sky-blue plastic bags scattered across the fields because everything´s done with agricultural machines.

After the Winzergenossenschaft Britzingen, along the narrow streets you could suddenly see a local artist´s atelier with modern exhibits, and in the distance cypress trees arranged in a row like in the Tosca. Finally we reached Zunzingen, located on a slope. There was a sign with the words ´Gas weg v: Kinder,´ warning car-drivers that there was a Kindergarden ahead. 

We were greeted with Badische hospitality by our friend Dirk Schneider and his Mongolian wife and were ushered into the Weinetiketten Museum housed in their spacious home, the first of its kind in Germany. There were 1200 exhibits which keep on changing, and the collection had 120,000 specimens from over Europe, the oldest wine label dating back to 1811.

What was fascinating was the fact that a few wine-labels were specially drawn and painted by renowned artists like Picasso and Chagal and even famous cartoonists.

Dir Schneider, who´sDr. Gustav Schneider´s son, said, ´My parents took over the tradition-rich wine estate in Zunzingen in the year 1995. Since then we´ve been carrying on the success of a marriage between experiencing wine and enjoying it.´ Dr. Gustav Schneider and his wife Elizabeth have two sons: Dirk and Jörg. Whereas Dirk runs the historical wine-castle in Freiburg, which is located between the Jazzhouse and the Goethe Institute, his brother Joerg is responsible for the Walfgasthaus St. Barbara. Dr. Gustav Schneider was an ophthalmologist before he took over the wine-business with his sons.

Zunzingen lies in the middle of the Markgräflerland which is a sunny area, like Ihringen and Freiburg, and the people as well as the grapes enjoy the sun here. To turn the sun-kissed grapes into noble wine lies in the hands of the grape-grower, who combines tradition with modern technology. Zunzingen´s soil is suitable for the vineyards because it is fertile loess earth where the Burgunder grapes and the well-known Markgräfler Gutedel grow.

Dirk mentioned, ´Around 55% of our wines are white wine and 44% are red wine. The best among them belong to the international best. The profile of our wine is: fresh and fruity. We have 90% wines of the dry sort.´

We had the fresh, fruity dry sort to go with dinner and none of us had a headache or a hangover. Good wine.

There are as many labels as there are wines. They tell us also about the time in history, and there are people who gather these wine-labels like postage stamps. You could peruse through the 200 years of wine-history on the thousands of labels from Thomas Wangler´s collection, which were on exhibit arranged according to specific themes. Beside the label of 1811, the ones from Baden are also interesting. You have to be a wine-connoisseur and have time at your disposal. 

Wine is the fermented juice of freshly gathered grapes. The character of the wine depends on the species of grapes, the locality of the vineyard and method of cultivation. The main kinds are: sparkling champagne, beverage wines such as the famous red and white wines of Burgundy, Bordeaux, the Rhone Valley and the white wines of the Rhine, Moselle and Loire valleys. A wine can be fortified with the addition of alcohol, as in the case of sherry.

After the sekt-reception at the Weinetikettenmuseum we had an excellent dinner: wine and enjoyment, that´s the enjoyment of culture. When you drink wine you have to sing, as we from the MGV-Kappel did. We sang ´Erhebet gas Glass´ (Raise your glasses), ´Oh, you Maiden From Schwarzwald, How Lovely You Are´ and ´Heaven is a Wonderful Place.´ Zunzingen was an oasis for our senses: wine, cuisine, culture. We boarded the bus and carried out animated conversations till be reached Kappel. A lovely evening, I must say.

 

 

Staufen im Breisgau (Satis Shroff)

 

 

Staufen im Breisgau is a historical town and its streets are paved with cobble-stones. The old houses tell their tales of life in former days.

 

An entire day was devoted to togetherness, in this old town when it celebrated its annual Staufener time-travel festival during which almost 600 people of Staufen rallied together, donned Middle Age costumes and worked with implements of those days.

 

The festival scenario began at the market place, like in the old days, with drums and cannons. In the streets of the Middle Ages you could hear the music played on quaint instruments, buy ripe wine and cuisine of all sorts. Right near the village fountain some people were roasting meat, on a table was a pig’s head. The motley, colourfully clothed people strutted by, even cute little blonde and brunette children were walking, running, dancing and frolicking in costumes. They loved being a part of the spectacle in Staufen.

 

At the Kronenplatz, a historical merry-go-round started going round powered by hefty men, and both young and old were encouraged to take a ride. A Taler for a ride, the currency of the Middle Ages, which was made equivalent to an Euro, and the money went towards rebuilding this historical town because the house-walls had terrible, gaping cracks on them. The cracks were caused by geothermal-borings some 140 metres into the earth in the vicinity of Staufen.

 

At the marketplace in the Hauptstrasse was a Black Forest cherry cake festival whereby Staufen became the navel of the Schwarzwald. The Staufener sang the song ‘Schwarzwälder Kirsch’ and the people rejoiced, swayed with each other and relished the Black Forest cakes. There’s nothing like it and you must try it when you’re in the Black Forest. My NY friends Shanta and Kanak loved during their sojourn here. The cakes were baked by Staufen’s housewives and sold in the marketplace. The Schwarzwäldertorte has a lot of cream and schnaps in it, and one of the best alcohols is produced by Staufen's Schladerer, which is a great way to consume fruit. It certainly was Baden’s biggest Black Forest cake party.

 

The picturesque Faust-town’s inner, romantic aspect has attracted a good many movie-makers such as: Gustaf Gründens, Gerd Fröbe (Goldfinger) and Sonja Ziemann. The film ‘Schwarzwälder Kirsch,’ a Heimat movie starring Marianna Hold was made in 1958.

 

Meanwhile, you could hear the drums of the Stadtwache, who came marching, dressed in white shirts, scarlet half-sleeve tunics with three glasses and four-star on their shields, the men carrying red-yellow flags, trumpets and long, dangerous-looking spears. They wore black trousers, long socks and black shoes. They had received orders from the Stadtvogt (bailiff) to protect the town. The Vogt also proclaimed strict rules and regulations for the common market-vendors and tavern-owners. The Stadtwache went to work, and took charge of Staufen’s tower, the Malefiz-tower and the Bader’s Hole.

 

Since the friendly towns had sent their musicians, there were Spital-drummers from Biberach, and Swedish-music from Überlingen. I remember watching a Schwertletanz (sword-dance) during the Sweden-Procession at Überlingen upon Lake Constance. Even the players from Heidenspass, Arundo Donax were there. ‘Beggars’ from the Middle Ages came by and begged you to contribute a Taler or two.

 

‘Paint a fairy-tale town for me’ ran a story by Hellmut Holthaus, and this story was accompanied by music, fire-play and lights. This highlighted the beginning of eighty-one years of Staufener Heimat-plays, with a theme that Staufen has identified itself with. The text of the Faust-play was written by Hermann Ays in 1930 for the first time. Since then it has become a part of Staufen’s cultural history.

 

Z’Nieni um Elf:

 

‘A place is always free! We invite you to a z’nieni,’ says a young blonde. Strange isn’t it? The Swiss say the same. It means a breakfast together with 600 actors and actresses of Staufen at 11am, right in the middle of the town. What do you need for this open-air breakfast? You need robust, street-furniture, as many hungry-participants as possible, long white table-cloths, cups and plates from Grandma’s kitchen cupboard, cutlery to mix, cut; spoons and ,of course, everything you need for a good breakfast-table. The decoration, the music and fresh air to breathe. A splendid, colourful ambient.

 

After sundown there was a historical procession with torches. The procession began at the Kaplanei Gate, along the town-wall, through the back of the town (Hinterstädtle) and along the main street to the catholic church, accompanied by drummers, flutists and fanfare.

 

Like in the humorous film ‘Dinner For One,’ which runs on almost all television channels in Germany, some things don’t change in Staufen and one such theme is ‘the good olde school days.’ This small play was a reminder of Staufen’s two 400 year old schools. One was the Latin school, and he other was the People’s School. You could enter a classroom with a blackboard, chalk and, of course, an outsized picture of the Great Duke of Germany hanging on the wall. What was interesting was obsolete methods of teaching coupled with discipline and strictness on the part of the teacher. This never fails to make the people laugh and shake their heads. It reminded me of my British School in the foothills of the Himalayas, where ‘spare the rod and spoil the child’ was the pedagogic philosophy. They didn’t spare the rod.

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Freedom: Thoughts Are Free (Satis Shroff)

 

It was in September 24,1848 that the irregulars under Gustav Struve and his courageous wife Amalie from Lörrach marched to Staufen im Breisach. It was also in this place that the revolutionary spirit was inspired, and it was here that the fear among the citizens of  Staufen became evident.

 

Gustav Struve marched to the Town Council building and proclaimed the Republic and the revolutionaries erected barricades on the bridges.

 

A great battle was fought in Staufen when General Hoffmann came with his government troops of the Baden Dukedom. The hope of the republicans died with the smoke of the cannons that were fired by the troops. Gustave Struve managed to escape, and what remained after the fierce battle were the dead musicians, citizens and piles of smoking cannon-balls on the façade of Staufen’s Gate and houses. In the Second World War Staufen was hit by Allied airraids. And in recent times, due to a geothermal boring half of Staufen’s houses, as well as the olde Town Council building were damaged. The houses have cracks on their walls but the spirit of Baden that still lingers in the minds of its citizens make it a great place to live in. An elderly lady showed me all the major cracks of the buildings and houses and praised the cultural events in this town made famous by Doctor Faustus. It was in this town that Mephistopheles came to get his due, like Shylock in Shakespeare’s Merchant of Venice. Whereas Shylock went with empty hands, Dr. Faustus met his end.

 

As a Badener, I love the song ‘Die Gedanken Sind Frei,’ for it depicts the people’s suffering in Baden in their questis for self-determination. In the song a woman pleads, ‘Lassa laufen, mein Mann ist im Krieg’ because her husband is at the war. Falkenstein, the lord, rides with his head in the air, is a side-snipe at the rich by the poor. There is also the story of Hans Steutlinger from the Black Forest. The anonymous pamphlet was distributed during the Thirty Years’ War. Men were butchered during this krieg and this is illustrated in the words: Es ist ein Schnitter, heisst der Tod which means: it’s a reaper who’s name is death.

 

The pain and suffering of lovers in parting during the war and difficult times are commemorated by the words: ‘Gott b’hüte Dich.’  God protect thee.

 

Like I mentioned earlier, it is a pleasure and honour to sing the song lyrics of the Baden Revolution 1848 even today. The song clearly shows its bourgeois origin and our hearts are with Friedrich Hecker. He was a lawyer from Baden who called for armed resistance and insurrection at Lake Constance. The march to Karlsruhe was stopped by state troops. He also managed to escape, as did Carl Schurz, and emigrated to the USA and became a national hero.

During the Thirty Years’ War courage was summoned, like today as we raise our voices against Stuttgart 21, nuclear lobbies, ecological destruction, against terrorism and fanatism in general.

 

Today we can blog, make podcasts,upload topical political themes and music on YouTube and Facebook and disseminate information, opinions and columns when we believe and fight for a just cause.

 

In the old days the people the people were so suppressed and intimidated that they couldn’t voice their thought because the walls had ears. This has been experience by people living in the former German Democratic Republic, where you didn’t know who was spying on you. It could have been your neighbour, your grocer, butcher or your colleague. There were spies everywhere. During the Thirty Years’ krieg a song with the title Thoughts Are Free (Die Gedanken sind Frei) was written and began to make the rounds. It became a freedom from yoke and tyranny song and is sung even today. We only have to think of the misery and suffering that the World War I and World War II brought down upon the culture of the German folk.

 

The ideas of liberty, equality and fraternity which were propagated by the French Revolution of 1789 spread to the world, and Germany was no exception. The Holy Roman Empire was broken up through Napoleon’s subsequent domination of Europe. The craving for freedom in Germany was coupled with the desire for German Unity. After Napoleon was defeated the loose German states formed the German  Confederation .

 

The Carlsbad Decrees of 1819 promulgated a repressive system which triggered the revolution within the German Confed in 1848. However, there was no political integration of the citizens. Even in those days certain states  (like Bavaria and Baden-Württemberg today) were compelled to make considerable concessions, and Baden was one of them.

 

A new constitution was adopted in March 27,1849 and on the following day King Friedrich Wilhelm IV of Prussia was elected the Emperor of Germany. He refused the imperial crown and the new constitution was rejected by Austria, Prussia, Saxony and Bavaria. The Reichs

Constitution Campaign that was started anew to establish a realm precipitated uprisings in Rheinland, Palatinate, Baden and Saxony.

 

On May 11,1849 there was a mutiny in the garrison at Rastatt which spread like wildfire. On May 13, the Grand Duke Leopold fled from Karlsruhe and fled to the Prussians in Koblenz to seek protection. The first democratic elections were held on June 3, but the Prussian troops crossed the Rhine into Baden at Germersheim on the 20^th of June. The revolutionaries held their positions  till the 23^rd of July and some fled to neighbouring France and Switzerland. The Baden Revolution came to an end when the Prussians defeated them. No mercy was shown to the rebels by the state troops.

 

Over 80,000 citizens of Baden emigrated to other countries to escape repression and punishment. This is the reason why the Badener sing the song ‘Die Gedanken sind Frei’ with heartbreaking pathos. And that why I love this song. It is a song about freedom, thought and deed. Thoughts cannot be imprisoned by the so-called authorities or rulers of a country. Thoughts have wings. The only thing the people of Baden possessed were their thoughts, because the victorious Prussians had taken everything away, leaving them only with their free thoughts. Thoughts have wings.

 

Thoughts create speech. Thoughts create speech and thoughts are indeed the measure of this world we live in. We think and decide what’s good and bad for us in politics, economics, in our daily behavioural patterns, relationships, interactions with others.

 

‘Speech was given to man to disguise his thoughts,’ said Charles Maurice de Talleyrand. But thoughts have always remained, and will remain, free as the air that we breathe. 

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Berlin, 05. September 2011

Herr Satish Shroff , aus Freiburg-Kappel, ist für den Deutschen Engagementpreis

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