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Ich habe die ersten paar Abschnitte meines langen Textes Die Klaus Schulze Geschichte gerade mit dem BlaBlaMeter geprüft. Hier das 'offiizielle' Ergebnis:

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Stuckrad-Barre hat das Zeitungsvollschreiben fein beobachtet. Er legt heute (in der WELT) einem Kultur-Ressortleiter dies in den Mund:
"Kaum ist eine neue Keksdose angebrochen, sind die Waffeln weg, und übrig bleiben immer diese Marmeladendinger. Eine neue Dose wird aber erst angebrochen, wenn auch die Marmeladendinger aufgegessen sind, die aber niemand von uns gern isst! Und genau so machen wir hier auch Zeitung, und das kotzt mich an!!"

A trumpet player on a chair on a little snow hill plays indeed Gershwin's "Summertime" in the center of St. Petersburg. And Julia made the snapshot two days ago.

Tired of drum computers? You love more the late wild Keith Moon? And even more Muppets' "The Animal"? Then you'll certainly like to look - dumbfounded - at Steve Moore. Keyword at YouTube is: "Crazy Drummer". Try this one:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6DVbt5W-DNc&feature=related
His version of the classic "Wipe Out" is also worth to watch:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lxebUpRgdKc
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Where's the connection to our KS? Although small, there are two:
Steve Moore's bass drum work reminds me greatly of Klaus' own use of the bass drum until 1971 (see Steve Moore in a demonstration:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jA9IP1JCyf4&feature=related )
And: in his younger years Klaus liked the sixties' rock instrumentals by the Shadows, Spotnicks, Ventures, and of course he knows and likes also the afore mentioned "Wipe Out" by The Surfaris.

Nancy Mitford, a close friend of author Evelyn Waugh, had written to him in 1952, asking his advice on how to handle correspondence and requests from readers, admirers and critics. Here is part of his answer (please note paragraph k):

Dearest Nancy

I am not greatly troubled by fans nowadays. Less than one a day on the average. No sour grapes when I say they were an infernal nuisance. I divide them into ...
[ ... a) to i) ... ]
In case of very impudent letters from married women I write to the husband warning him that his wife is attempting to enter into correspondence with strange men.
Oh, and of course
(k) Autograph collectors: no answer.
(l) Indians & Germans asking for free copies of one's books: no answer.
(m) Very rich Americans: polite letter. They are capable of buying 100 copies for Christmas presents.

I think that more or less covers the field.

Love,
E.
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(from THE KS CIRCLE, issue 167)