Some local beat music

OK, bear with me, but here is some local beat music. My oldest son is quite in the scene, helping out as a roady to most of the local bands.

Here we have Freddy Steady (not his real name of course) on the drums an ex Krokus drummer who toured in the states with the bank amongst other places. The guitarist with the blond hair is J.C. Wirth. Also a local – I knew his father who played guitar in a band that Mr. Swiss played with on the drums many years ago. Time flies, I remember him as a little boy.

Anyhow on the guitar we have Philippe Bluedög Gerber. No relation, comes from another village, but my son knows him well as he also played for the Hardcore Blues band (another local group), and commonly known as Phippu to those that know him. I do not know them personally, but they are all from our region.

I just found this video on YouTube, so thought I would blog it. I don’t mind this sort of music actually, it rocks. Always did have a tendency to hard rock.

Daily Prompt: Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

All photos are my own

You need to make a major change in your life. Do you make it all at once, cold turkey style, or incrementally?

Flowers on the Building Site, Feldbrunnen

The changes in my life did not give me a choice to change it slowly, cold turkey style or incrementally (must look that word up – found it: gradually?). Anyhow my changes are my own fault, the writer takes responsibility for all calamaties that may have occurred on the way.

It all starts when you begin to think for yourself, instead of asking for advice.

“Hey look a job in the newspaper for Switzerland. That’s it.”

So mum got a few more grey hairs, dad just kept quiet about it and I applied. Cut a long complicated story short, a few months after this maternal shock, I was in Switzerland. What happened in the meanwhile is history. Visiting the Swiss Embassy, getting my papers in order, delivery of a work permit and one day I boarded a train at Victoria Station in London on my way. In those days flying was too expensive. You took boat across the english channel, arrived at Calais where the train was waiting. Travelled through the night in a so-called sleeping compartment and arrived some time in the early hours of the morning in Basel, border station to Switzerland.

This was 46 years ago – so the first big change. Planned, but not exactly. I had to wait for documents, get my passport in order and when I arrived register at the British Embassy in Zürich (safety precautions, you never know. If Switzerland and England start a war, then you have to be evacuated).

So next change was when I decided Switzerland had other towns and I moved to Solothurn from Zürich. This was more a careful change. First of all secure a job, which I did. Then organise somewhere to live. My first place was sort of living in with a landlady. I soon realised this was not my thing, and moved on to my own furnished flat. The job was going well, started to get used to things, but believe me it is lonely at first. You know no-one in a new town and Solothurn was a small market town.

So next move: I met Mr. Swiss. That was a quick change. We met in April, got married the following year in February (today is my wedding anniversary) and was mother of three children by the end of the year. Now that was a big big change. No. 3 was my first son and the other two were brought into the partnership by my husband. So at the age of 23 I had a step son 7 years old, a step daughter 6 years old and a baby.

Slowly the photo above is representing my life: a big building site, but in the middle some lovely flowers.

I think my life eventually did get a bit calmer. We  moved often. At first we lived in a small flat in town, then moved down a floor to a bigger appartment to accomodate the kids. A few years later my second son arrived, so we moved again in the same town. Another bedroom had to be organised. By the time we moved to the next place, we had quite a routine, although by each move we threw something more away. How can you collect so much ballast in life?

Now the years have passed on, the kids are no longer kids and live their own lives. Just my oldest son is still at home, but he is autistic, although quite independent. We bought our own place and now live as if we would move once a week. I know that sounds strange, but it is the best method. No more ballast, if you cannot use it, then throw it.

My changes in life are through, I hope – but you never know.

Daily Prompt: Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes