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by Susanne Brokesch
Hi. My name is Susanne Brokesch. I write new age jazz. Sometimes
you can also hear my voice in the music.
First of all- I am one of those people who wake up early. I used
to wear a brace around my hips when I was a kid. My little armor
was a real classroom attraction. After a while I just needed to
wear it at night.
I played with the kids in Day Care Centers and visited seniors to
keep them some company if we got along well together. I sat in a
container, accepting toxic waste. It was located in the middle of
a busy street in Vienna and I tell you, we inhaled those toxins
from the inside and the outside of our workplace. By the way, I
am allergic to the exhaust fumes; it feels like I do not get enough
oxygen into my system, when I am exposed. I was employee of the
month at abuse industries on the course of the legendary Rancho
Relaxo Evenings with Erdem Tunakan, Patrick Pulsinger, Sin and many
more, back in 1994. There I also met Andy Orel, who did the smart
cover of "So easy, hard to practice". I helped out as
a room maid in a Viennese bed & breakfast hotel. Every morning
after breakfast we put the jam back into the original jar, the beds
had to be enveloped, not covered by sheets, the smell of Sushi,
though, we could not get out of the Suite by 11am. One of my favorite
types of meals is a macrobiotic meal: I used to arrange jars, bags,
boxes, fruits and vegetables in a Viennese health food deli. The
best part was the dish I got for free every noon. The manager was
a pearl: she took me after my trial time, during which I had dropped
a bag of most exclusive lava dirt and suddenly there had risen my
own miniature volcano in front of my feet - on the store's hardwood
floor. When I lived in Vienna I got used to go everywhere with my
bike: One weekend in winter I was invited for lunch to a luxury
apartment in the outskirts of Vienna. I got there with my bike,
but I detected a very strong smell coming from my cool outdoors-jacket.
Sitting on the set table I suddenly realized: There was nothing
I could do to hide this smell of sweaty plastic and I ended up asking
for soap, a towel and the directions to the shower. I also went
to school in order to become a teacher. We had a couple of fabulous
professors there; I mean those that just teach because they love
to teach good intelligent material. And sometimes it felt as if
we were doing nothing in the classroom, but those unremarkable minutes
were the ones I can remember best: we worked on our own confidence,
self-respect and peace.
My new CD is called "So easy, hard to practice". It is
very much influenced by the dusty sound of second hand opera recordings.
And this you can imagine against the hunting grounds of space travel
tragedies, dashing through the depths of interplanetary relations
finding the quiet you can discover in a day spa, restaurant, car
wash, … .
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