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Die Hitzespannung steigt weiter: 25. Juni
Wir kommen langsam an einen Punkt, an dem das Arbeiten tagsüber immer schwieriger wird. Es fühlt sich irgendwie seltsam an, in der Wettervorhersage 40 Grad zu sehen. Und das in Deutschland, nicht in Spanien! Heute sollen es „nur“ 35 Grad werden. Aber selbst das setzt uns schon ziemlich zu.
Wie ich bereits erzählt habe, hat unser Hotel keine Klimaanlage. Das Gebäude ist alt und bleibt zwar lange kühl, aber wenn es sich einmal aufheizt, dauert es auch entsprechend lange, bis es wieder abkühlt. Noch schlimmer ist allerdings, dass unser Badezimmerfenster keinen Vorhang hat. Es zeigt nach Osten, und schon gegen acht Uhr morgens fühlt sich das Badezimmer wie eine Sauna an. Ich musste deshalb meine Cremes und andere Pflegeprodukte ins Zimmer bringen, weil sie dort bereits ganz warm geworden waren. Ich bin mir nämlich nicht sicher, ob sie dann noch die gleiche Wirkung haben. Was ist, wenn sie plötzlich genau das Gegenteil bewirken und ich statt weniger Falten am Ende noch mehr bekomme? Natürlich nur ein Scherz. Das wäre vermutlich noch mein kleinstes Problem – zumal ich sowieso kaum in den Spiegel schaue. Trotzdem wird es immer schwieriger, das Zimmer kühl zu halten. Den Ventilator lassen wir inzwischen fast den ganzen Tag laufen, aber viel hilft das auch nicht. Zum Glück haben wir Vorhänge im Zimmer, die wir tagsüber geschlossen halten. Das Fenster können wir allerdings nicht schließen, weil man sonst kaum noch Luft bekommt. Übrigens: Gestern haben wir unser Zimmer nach der zweiten oder dritten Nachfrage tatsächlich sauber vorgefunden. Die Bettwäsche und die Handtücher waren frisch, aber der Teppich und der Badezimmerboden ... na ja, eher nicht. Da fragte ich mich schon wieder, ob vielleicht wegen unserer Hunde gar nicht gesaugt wird. Meine Freunde lachen inzwischen über mich, aber heute habe ich tatsächlich einen Staubsauger bei Amazon bestellt. Eigentlich wollten wir ohnehin schon länger einen kleinen Akkustaubsauger fürs Auto und für unsere Winter in Spanien kaufen. Also wird er auf jeden Fall nützlich sein. Wenn ich allerdings jemandem erzähle, dass wir im Hotel wohnen und ich mir dafür einen Staubsauger kaufe, schaut man mich meistens ziemlich verwundert an. Na ja... Eigentlich ist das Hotel gar kein Loch. Sagen wir einfach: Es ist ein bisschen ... künstlerisch. 😉
Was die Arbeit betrifft, habe ich dagegen wirklich Glück. Unser Büro bleibt angenehm kühl. Auch das ist ein altes Gebäude, aber es heizt sich längst nicht so stark auf. Zumindest nicht der Raum, in dem ich mit meinen Kolleginnen arbeite. Ehrlich gesagt gehe ich zwischendurch manchmal sogar kurz nach draußen, um mich ein wenig aufzuwärmen. Nach drei Stunden am Schreibtisch fühlen sich meine Hände richtig kalt an. Mindaugas stellt jedes Mal fest, dass ich kalte Hände habe, wenn er mich gegen vier Uhr abholt. Bei der Arbeit habe ich also überhaupt keine Probleme. Viel schwieriger ist es für meinen Mann. Er arbeitet tagsüber meistens im Erdgeschoss des Hotels, weil es dort deutlich kühler ist als in unserem Zimmer. Gleichzeitig muss er aber darauf achten, dass unsere beiden Assistenten Pipiras und Begemotas ruhig unter dem Tisch bleiben. Sie sind nämlich ziemlich neugierig. Nach einer Weile wird ihnen langweilig, und dann möchten sie am liebsten mit allen vorbeigehenden Menschen Freundschaft schließen.
Heute habe ich zusammen mit Kai noch die fehlenden Voice-over-Texte aufgenommen und anschließend ein paar Routineaufgaben erledigt. Unsere Gespräche im Büro drehen sich übrigens oft darum, meinen deutschen Wortschatz zu erweitern. Heute stand das Thema Regen und Gewitter auf dem Programm. Heutzutage ist das Lernen wirklich einfach geworden. Selbst wenn ich die Wörter falsch aufschreibe, hilft mir später mein Freund ChatGPT dabei, sie richtig einzuordnen. Also, wie gesagt, heute haben wir über die unterschiedlichsten Arten von Regen gesprochen – nieseln, tröpfeln, pladdern, schütten, gießen und vieles mehr. Natürlich auch über Gewitter und andere Wetterbegriffe – fast so, als könnten wir mit diesen Wörtern selbst ein Gewitter heraufbeschwören. Am besten gefallen mir allerdings immer die Wörter, mit denen man jemanden liebevoll beschimpfen kann. Deshalb finde ich Begriffe wie Nulpe, Flitzpiepe oder Knilch besonders nützlich. Hoffentlich habe ich sie alle richtig aufgeschrieben. Ich habe nämlich eine ganz typische Angewohnheit: Ich kenne die Wörter eigentlich, verwechsle aber ständig die Vorsilben oder Endungen. Dann sage ich zum Beispiel “anreichern” statt “erreichen”. Oder ich frage: “Was steht drin?“”, obwohl ich eigentlich “Was ist drin?” meine. Oder – noch besser – ich sage einfach “Gummi”, obwohl ich “Kaugummi” meine! 🙈 Ach ja... In meiner Dolmetschprüfung habe ich sogar einmal “Kühlung mit “Erkältung” verwechselt. Zum Glück sind meine Kolleginnen und Kollegen sehr geduldig.
Zum Schluss noch eine Beobachtung. In Berlin gibt es unglaublich viele Wildtiere! Das hat mich wirklich überrascht. Bei unseren Spaziergängen begegnen wir regelmäßig Füchsen, Dutzenden von Kaninchen und unzähligen Vögeln. Meine Freundin erzählte mir außerdem, dass hier sogar Wildschweine, Rehe und noch viele andere Tiere leben. Zuerst dachte ich, das liege einfach an unserer Wohngegend. Schließlich wohnen wir direkt am Tierpark und ziemlich am Stadtrand. Aber nein. Sogar mitten in Berlin gibt es Füchse und Kaninchen. Mindaugas erzählte mir, dass diese Füchse überhaupt keine Angst vor Menschen hätten. Als wir zum ersten Mal einem begegneten, dachten wir sogar, er sei vielleicht krank. Er stand einfach auf der anderen Straßenseite, schaute uns an und blieb völlig ruhig stehen, obwohl wir mit unseren Hunden vorbeigingen. Mit den Kaninchen ist es ganz ähnlich. Sie sitzen gemütlich im Gebüsch, beobachten, wie Pipiras und der Hund meiner Freundin völlig verrückt werden, und denken gar nicht daran wegzulaufen. Offenbar wissen sie ganz genau, dass die Hunde an der Leine sind und sie ohnehin nicht erreichen können. Heute haben wir bei einer solchen Begegnung sogar noch ein kleines Drama erlebt. Pipiras ist an solche Begegnungen noch überhaupt nicht gewöhnt. Aber ehrlich gesagt gilt das auch für den Hund meiner Freundin. Deshalb wäre es hier viel zu gefährlich, Hunde frei laufen zu lassen. Man weiß schließlich nie, wann sie plötzlich den Jagdinstinkt entdecken.
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Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery, 321p: I had fun reading this book. I've heard of it before. I knew it was a classic from Canadian literature. I had the chance to visit Prince Edward Island, so I decided that the trip was the perfect moment to read this book. The protagonist, Anne, is the joy of the book. She is always looking at the bright side of things, she inspires courage and joy. And she is such a relentless creative soul. I loved her vivid imagination and her curiosity. Overall, I was glad I spent some time with Anne and her friends, it was a it was a comforting read that brought the landscapes of Prince Edward Island to life right before my eyes.
Shady Hollow (A Shady Hollow Mystery #1 ) by Juneau Black, 208p: I enjoyed most of this book, I thought it was cozy and interesting at the beginning. I began to lose interest past halfway through because the resolution to the mystery seemed very obvious to me. It's cute, but at some moments I had difficulty suspending my disbelief with the anthropomorphic animals. It didn't grab me enough for me to continue the series.
The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet (Wayfarers #1) by Becky Chambers, 404p: I re-read this one for my local Book Club. I first read it back in 2017, and I remember I was far too harsh on this book. This time around I enjoyed it more because I am in a place right now where I can appreciate cozy, lower stakes stories. It is really low stakes, there are some tense moments, but conflicts are easily resolved, and you get back to just hanging out with this found family spaceship crew. It reminded me a lot of The Expanse series, but without the whole complex world building and political shenanigans. I could not stop visualizing the Wayfarer’s captain, Ashby, as James Holden. The book's positive points still hold up beautifully: diverse characters representing different sentient species with all types of biologies and cultures, interesting discussions on different types of relationships, and exploration of Artificial Intelligence rights and sentience. It actually works well as a comforting, character-driven space opera.
from Out of Office
As you can imagine, today has served as a recovery day. I slept in because we got in really late, and I don’t have a job to get to. In a way, this was a bit of a pro at least in this situation. I don’t have any plans so I will simply take it easy. Once I am better rested and recovered, I can get back to making a game plan for whatever comes next.
I continue to check for updates on my situation, but there have been absolutely no changes. I am getting anxious that this will last longer than I originally planned, however it remains outside of my control.
Thank you for your message. I am currently out of office with no set return date. I will get back to you when the time is right.
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This heat wave is awful. Our Airbnb’s AC can’t keep up and we are suffering through it. It is our last day here but we are not heading back home until very late in the night. We have a concert to attend this evening! Our group split up into two for the afternoon and it was so fun, some of us wanted to do different things, so we figured it would be best to split up and reconvene before the concert.
Packing up and getting ready was a bit stressful but I am glad we got through it and in time to make it to the venue early. My parents watched the youngest and my dog while the rest of us went to the concert. It was an incredible night and one that I won’t forget. I wish our trip was a bit extended, but I am glad we are heading back tonight before my dog gets any worse. In a way, it was the perfect trip with her and I would not change a thing.
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Today was a super fun day. It feels so odd to be out enjoying myself, while simultaneously obsessively checking in on her through my pet camera and wondering if today will be the day. We had an aquarium visit, pizza dinner and a special shopping trip. There is a crazy heat wave right now, so we tried finding indoor activities. It was super a packed day and my dog kept strong through it all. I am thankful for special moments like these with my family and with her.
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We arrived at our Airbnb super late in the night, so we all slept in a bit and took it easy. My dog did great on the ride and seems to be doing just fine. I looked up some emergency vet locations near us just in case, but I really hope she makes it back home with us. We are only here for a few days and we brought all her favorite things to keep her comfortable.
I was able to meet up with a friend for a few hours before catching up with my family for dinner. It was a short day due to the late night driving, but we have a better plan for tomorrow.
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[dated from Monday, posting today, Wednesday]
5:15 AM on Monday. Tomorrow night, Tuesday at midnight, I get paid. Upon which, I will order apartment materials.
Therapy this evening, which will be very nice.
A heat advisory most of this week, I will address these things as they arrive.
For sci-fi adventure fans, Novelette 3 (19,700 words) of The Package trilogy series is finally published. It’s $3 for both EPUB and PDF versions on Gumroad.
Click on the Gumroad link here: https://ernestortizwritesnow.gumroad.com/l/thepackagesovereign
The Package (Novelette 1) is also available. Click on the Gumroad link here: https://ernestortizwritesnow.gumroad.com/l/thepackageone
The Package: Foul Run (Novelette 2) is also available. Click on the Gumroad link here: https://ernestortizwritesnow.gumroad.com/l/thepackagefoulrun
I’m currently making the paperback version. All three stories will be on one single book. I will keep you updated.
Let me know what you think. Thank you for your support!
#adventure #gumroad #epub #novelette #PDF #sciencefiction #scifi
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I am in Berlin this week for work. It's probably the city I have visited the most in my adult life and this is the first time I am here because of work. I don't think any other city will ever come close to that number.
I still vividly remember my first visit to Berlin. It was August 2017, almost nine years ago. A lot has changed since then. Berlin has always been part of my journey. Not as the main character, but as a recurring character that somehow always gets good screen time.
When I first visited in 2017, the city felt rustic. It felt gritty. It did not feel sophisticated or settled. I still remember the smell of the city. It’s vivid in my memory. I remember eating Pizza Funghi for €5, getting a döner for €4, having to pay for almost everything in cash and walking through neighborhoods that looked run down but had so much character.
I was lucky. I had a friend who was completely immersed in Berlin culture back then. The kind of person you would imagine when you think of Berlin. I was excited to follow him into every corner of the city, to experience the underground techno and art scene and to witness things I have never seen anywhere else since. It all felt different.
I loved every bit of that experience. That was the beginning. Back then, Berlin felt like a place to escape to. A place to hide, to get lost and to simply be yourself.
A few years later, around 5 and half years ago, my visits became much more frequent. More than a tourist, but much less than a business traveller.
The Berlin I experienced then was different.
It felt a little more modern. I heard a lot more English. Card payments were finally common. There were more tourists, more expats, more cultures mixing together, more interesting places to eat, more new streets, 20% Berlin just getting started and an almost finished new airport.
Those were the middle years.
By then, the friend who had introduced me to Berlin had moved on. I had different friends now. Friends who enjoyed cooking, reading, sitting in cafés, trying new restaurants, watching movies, swimming in lakes and walking through parks. Simple things that aren't uniquely Berlin. They're just things people enjoy everywhere.
Now today, Berlin reminds me a little of neighborhoods in New York. It still carries some of that old gritty charm, but not as much as before. It feels more developed, more global and more trendy. Some of the famous Berlin clubs have closed. New, modern square buildings have appeared all over the city. People from every part of the world are here. Some are running away from difficult pasts. Some are simply enjoying life. Most are here because it's Berlin.
And with them comes change. I like that.
This version of Berlin feels like a hub of globalization. People from different cultures, backgrounds and skin colors live together and shape whatever comes next.
These days, I look forward to discovering a new restaurant more than finding another underground club.
Maybe that's because Berlin has changed.
Or maybe I have.
But every now and then, I find myself hoping to catch the scent of the Berlin I first walked into.
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This afternoon's MLB Game once again has the Texas Rangers playing the Cleveland Guardians. This is the third in a set of three games these two teams are playing against each other. The Rangers won the first game by a score of 6 to 3, and the second game by a score of 4 to 2. Today's game is scheduled to start at 12:10 PM CDT. As I usually do, I'll follow the game's score and stats in real time via MLB's Gameday Service where I'll also find a link to the radio-call of the game.
And the adventure continues.
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It is Wed, July 1, in the Foul Year of Our Lord – 2026.
The heat increased as I walked to/from the laundromat for laundry this morning, as it did at Midnight when I trekked 1.1 mi to get cigarettes and fruit for two critical life supplements – raw vitamins and nicotine. This is the right diet to have.
With laundry done, I come home to an Instacart order I placed at said laundromat. Fruit (a lot of it!), and some other snack and randoms.
I diagnosed the problem with not being able to sign in to my PC/decrypt my HDD, I had the fn key “locked” when I was entering my PIN. Now I remember to Enter PIN > Hold fn + F1 to launch into GRUB, and once it starts up, tap fn again.
I am going to Grace Presbyterian to do landscaping, though hesitating as I have to cool from the laundromat walk. It is 90+ right now, getting to 100. Landscaping will be tiresome so I may opt for a lighter task (I walked to/from Herculaneum two days ago, and from downtown Festus, so likely 6 miles covered).
I sit on the PC for now, readying to work and sweat
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Photo by: Ailbhe Flynn via Unsplash
I was into photography many years ago (like over 40 years ago), and in all this time there have been several significant changes. The single biggest is the change from analog film based photography to digital photography. This one change has completely changed aspects of photography that cannot be understated.
For example, photographers today will never know the joys and horrors of working in a darkroom. Dealing with all the chemicals for developing film and prints. Having to heat up or cool down the developer, and having to be cautious with the timing involved in developing film or prints.
But, while switching to digital tools for “developing” and editing photographs will take some getting used to, that's not the part I want to focus on here. There is something more fundamental in the process of actually taking photographs that has changed. It's something I feel is overlooked if you have experience using film.
This is the ISO setting on the camera. It's easy to understand what this is in digital photography: you are defining / setting the light sensitivity of the sensor in the camera. It's a great feature that leaves the photographer with a lot of flexibility.
But, this quite different from old school film-based photography. Back in those days light sensitivity was defined by physical properties of the film being used. Typically, your camera was locked to the ISO of the film that you were shooting on. Yes, you could change the ISO setting, but then you were choosing to deliberately overexpose or underexpose your film.
There were exceptions in which this was desirable. But, you also had to remember that if you overexposed or underexposed the film you would likely need to adjust your development process to account for it.
Being able to adjust the ISO of the sensor has knock-on effects, since ISO sensitivity is inextricably linked to the range of shutter speeds and aperture settings the photography can select. And this can have other effects, like changing the depth of field.
Digital photography changes the rules in this way. You aren't locked into the physical properties of film anymore. You are, in fact, far more likely to change your ISO based on lighting conditions now than you were in the past. And this takes getting used to, and it changes the way you think about taking a photograph in fundamental ways.
This can make it more interesting in terms of being able to account for other things like aperture, shutter speed, and depth of field. Unlocking the ISO setting has fundamentally changed the way photographers think about the relationship between light and their camera.
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Jaran Flaath
Med en hverdag i større og større grad preget av AI, blir behovet for kreativ utfoldelse større.
Følelsen av kreativitet er absolutt til stede, men med AI går den på høygir, og om man ikke stadig får påfyll av den gode kreative flyten i det samme høye tempoet kjenner man fort på at noe mangler. At ting går for sent, at man blir sulteforet. Har man først drukket fra kreativitetens springflod blir man fort uttørket når den reduseres til en liten piplende bekk, om enn bare for en periode.
Jeg har den siste tiden kjent på at jeg har et større behov for å søke andre måter å få kreativ utfoldelse på, i et mer nøkternt tempo. Et tempo som ikke står i fare for å trene refleksene mine til å forvente samme kreative motorvei som AI legger opp til.
Og dette er egentlig positivt, tror jeg. Det tvinger meg til å se på nye veier, nye ting å ta meg til, som kan fylle tomrommet etterlatt etter at trafikken på AI-motorveien har passert, frem til neste rush tid. Jeg kan finne mye nytt å nyte den stillheten med i mellomtiden.
Akkurat derfor spår jeg at mer fysiske, kreative hobbyer og håndverk vil få en ny renessanse når AI-hverdagen stabiliserer seg. Folk vil både ha tid, men også et sterkere behov for å utfolde seg kreativt der jobben kanskje tidligere gav mer enn nok.
Kan det kanskje til og med føre til et løft for kunst og kultur, heller enn at AI skal være dens dommedag?
from What Inspired Me
I want to start by asking something of anyone who loves Pat Metheny's One Quiet Night.
What is it, exactly, that draws you to that album? It isn't dazzling technique, and it isn't a complex ensemble. Just one baritone guitar, one microphone, and sound played not to be shown off to anyone, but simply for its own sake. Metheny himself has described the record as being built around a single mood — the idea of taking his time to sink deep into one narrow, self-contained world of sound. A guitar stripped of ornament, sinking into stillness, never once raising its voice.
If that's what pulls you in, there's an album I'd love for you to hear: Rolf Lislevand's Libro primo (ECM New Series, 2025).
When I actually sat down and listened to it, what pulled me in wasn't the courtly splendor you'd expect from 17th-century music. It was the quietly played lute's strikingly modern sound — a resonance that barely felt like “early music” at all. And it was from there, almost without meaning to, that Pat Metheny's music came to mind.
Rolf Lislevand was born in Oslo in 1961. His career, in fact, didn't begin with the lute at all — it began with the classical guitar. After studying guitar at the Norwegian Academy of Music, he entered the Schola Cantorum Basiliensis in Basel, studying under Hopkinson Smith and Eugen Dombois, where he first stepped into the world of early instruments — lute, vihuela, Baroque guitar. From there he went on to perform with Jordi Savall's ensembles, and today he's a professor of lute and historical performance practice at the Trossingen University of Music in Germany.
In other words, he's a musician who carried the physical instincts of a modern guitarist with him into the “foreign country” of the chitarrone. The guitar and the lute are, in a sense, old cousins. Lislevand has spent his career lightly leaping back and forth across that border, bridging the two worlds.
The title Libro primo refers to the concept behind the album: shining a light on the “first books” — the libri primi — that a number of early 17th-century Italian composers each published as their debut collections. Many of these composers were lutenists in the direct employ of aristocrats or clergy. Johann Hieronymus Kapsberger, the central figure here, was himself a theorbist in the service of a cardinal of the Barberini family in Rome — nephew to the future Pope Urban VIII — moving in the private concerts of the papal court. What's collected on this album, in other words, is music that was written and played by performers, for their own patrons, within the enclosed spaces of courts and noble households. The album is built around Kapsberger, surrounded by the music of his contemporaries.
The recording location is fitting, too: a quiet barn in northern Norway that Lislevand converted into a studio himself, where the album was recorded alone between 2022 and 2023. It was mixed in Munich in 2024, together with Manfred Eicher.
Why does music written 400 years ago sound so free — so much like improvisation happening right now? Part of the answer lies in the nature of the notation itself.
Lute tablature was, when it came to specifying which fret on which string to press, every bit as precise as modern tab notation. What was left loose, instead, was rhythm and ornamentation. Forms like the toccata and the prelude carried a strongly improvisatory character from the start — what's written on the page is really just a skeleton. Lislevand fills in that deliberately-left blank space of interpretation with the instincts and physical sense of a guitarist. That's exactly why music four centuries old can sound as fresh as jazz being invented in front of you.
Listening to Libro primo, I keep coming back to One Quiet Night, mentioned at the top of this piece. What the two share goes beyond simply being “quiet music.”
Critics have compared Lislevand's playing to French Impressionism and to the jazz composer Carla Bley. That's a reasonable comparison. But to my own ear, what it evokes is closer to an American guitarist like Pat Metheny, plucking away alone late into the night. I can't back that up as a critical lineage — it's just one listener's intuition.
For anyone who's read this far and has no idea what One Quiet Night actually is, let me introduce it briefly before closing.
Pat Metheny is one of the defining figures of contemporary jazz guitar. But on 2003's One Quiet Night, he stepped away from his usual electric sound world entirely, sitting down one evening in his home studio with nothing but a baritone guitar custom-built for him by the Canadian luthier Linda Manzer. Almost no overdubs, almost no editing — just a single microphone and the deep, rich resonance of his own fingers. The album went on to win the 2004 Grammy for Best New Age Album.
A masterpiece that lives at the opposite end of the spectrum from flashiness. A guitar that never pushes itself forward, never rushes the listener, just dissolves into stillness. If you've already found your way to that, Libro primo will almost certainly keep you company through the same hour of the night.
from What Inspired Me
パット・メセニーの『One Quiet Night』を愛聴している人に、まず聞いてみたい。
あのアルバムのどこに惹かれているだろうか。超絶技巧でも、複雑なアンサンブルでもない。たった1本のバリトンギター、1本のマイク、そして誰にも見せるためではなく、ただ自分自身のためだけに弾かれた音。メセニー自身、あの作品について「本質的にはひとつの音、ひとつのムードについての作品で、その単一の世界の奥深くへ、時間をかけて入り込んでいくことがテーマだった」と語っている。装飾を削ぎ落とし、静けさの中に沈んでいくような、決してでしゃばらないギター。
もしそこに惹かれるなら、ぜひ聴いてほしいアルバムがある。ロルフ・リスレヴァンの『Libro primo』(ECM New Series、2025年)だ。
実際にこのアルバムを聴いたとき、私が引き寄せられたのは、17世紀の宮廷を彩ったはずの華やかさではなかった。静かに奏でられるリュートの、驚くほど「古楽らしくない」現代的な響き――そこにこそ惹きつけられた。そして、そこからふと思い浮かんだのが、パット・メセニーの音楽だったのだ。
ロルフ・リスレヴァンは1961年オスロ生まれ。実は彼のキャリアは、リュートではなくクラシックギターから始まっている。ノルウェー国立音楽アカデミーでギターを学んだ後、バーゼルのスコラ・カントルムでホプキンソン・スミスとオイゲン・ドンボワに師事し、そこで初めてリュートやビウエラ、バロックギターといった古楽器の世界に足を踏み入れた。以来、ジョルディ・サヴァールのアンサンブルでの活動を経て、現在はドイツ・トロッシンゲン音楽大学でリュートと歴史的演奏法の教授を務めている。
つまり彼は、モダンギターの身体感覚を持ったまま、キタローネという「異国」に移住した音楽家なのだ。ギターとリュートはいわば古い「いとこ」同士。リスレヴァンはその境界線を自らの奏者人生の中で軽々と飛び越え、2つの世界を橋渡ししている。
『Libro primo』というタイトルは、17世紀イタリアの作曲家たちがそれぞれ最初に出版した曲集――「libro primo(第一書)」――に光を当てるというコンセプトから来ている。彼らの多くは、貴族や聖職者に仕える専属のリュート奏者だった。中心となるヨハン・ヒエロニムス・カプスベルガーも、ローマでバルベリーニ家の枢機卿(後の教皇ウルバヌス8世の甥)に仕え、教皇庁の内輪の演奏会にも出入りしていた人物だ。つまりこの曲集に収められているのは、宮廷や貴族の館という限られた空間で、奏者自身が自らのパトロンのために書き、弾いていた音楽なのだ。アルバムはこのカプスベルガーを中心に、同時代の作曲家たちの曲で構成されている。
録音場所も象徴的で、北ノルウェーの静かな納屋を自ら改装したスタジオで、2022年から2023年にかけて一人で録音された。ミックスは2024年、ミュンヘンでマンフレート・アイヒャーとともに行われている。
なぜ400年前の曲が、こんなにも自由に、まるで即興演奏のように響くのか。ここには当時の記譜法そのものの性質が関わっている。
リュート用のタブラチュア(TAB譜)は、どの弦のどのフレットを押さえるかというピッチの指定に関しては、現代のTAB譜と同じくらい精密だった。曖昧だったのはむしろリズムと装飾の側だ。トッカータやプレリュードはもともと即興的な性格を色濃く残す形式で、書かれた音はいわば骨組みに過ぎない。楽譜が意図的に残した解釈の「余白」を、リスレヴァンはギター奏者としての直感と身体感覚で埋めていく。だからこそ400年前の曲が、いま目の前で生まれたジャズのように瑞々しく響くのだ。
『Libro primo』を聴いていてどうしても思い出してしまうのが、冒頭で触れた『One Quiet Night』だ。両者に共通するのは、単に「静かな曲」というだけではない。
批評家たちはリスレヴァンの演奏について、フランスの印象派やジャズ作曲家カーラ・ブレイを引き合いに出してきた。それも十分納得できる比較だが、私の耳にはむしろ、パット・メセニーのようなアメリカン・ギタリストが夜更けに一人ギターを爪弾く感触の方が近く聞こえる。批評的な系譜としては証明できない、あくまで一人の聴き手としての直感だけれど。
ここまで読んで「そもそもOne Quiet Nightを知らない」という人のために、最後に少しだけ紹介しておきたい。
パット・メセニーは、現代ジャズギターを代表する存在の一人だ。だが2003年の『One Quiet Night』では、いつものエレクトリックな音世界から離れ、カナダの製作家リンダ・マンザーに特注したバリトンギター1本だけで、ある晩、自宅のホームスタジオに座り込んだ。多重録音も編集もほとんどなし。ただマイク1本と、彼自身の指が紡ぐ低く豊かな響きだけがそこにある。この作品は2004年のグラミー賞(ベスト・ニューエイジ・アルバム)を受賞してもいる。
派手さとは正反対の場所にある名盤。決してでしゃばらず、聴き手を急かさず、ただ静けさの中に溶けていくギター。もしその魅力にすでに気づいているなら、『Libro primo』もきっと、同じ夜の時間に寄り添ってくれるはずだ。
from What Inspired Me
I started reading a history of American music, and the first thing I encountered was the blues. Jazz, rock, hip-hop — follow any of them back far enough, the book says, and you end up here. But honestly, I had never really listened to the blues before.
Two names came up in the book: Blind Lemon Jefferson and Robert Johnson. Both were Black musicians who played the American South in the early twentieth century, a guitar in hand and a voice to match. When I actually listened, the recordings were old, the distance nearly a hundred years. And yet the moment I pressed play, something came through directly.
This is a record of how I — someone who knew nothing about the blues — found my way to the origins of American music, through these two musicians, because of a book.
In the early twentieth century American South, the blues wasn't played in concert halls. It lived on street corners, in saloons, at church gatherings. A single guitar and voice is a quiet thing — it doesn't carry in a large room. For a long time, this music went unrecorded, alive only in the places where it was played.
What changed that was the arrival of recording technology. When the record industry began developing the “race records” market for Black listeners in the 1920s, music that had never been heard beyond its immediate surroundings began to circulate widely for the first time.
There was another crucial meeting place. In the American South at the time, barbershops and shoeshine parlors run by Black owners for white customers functioned as spaces where musical exchange could happen across the color line. Records played inside, and white customers listened to Black music. The very circumstance that led to Blind Lemon Jefferson being scouted by Paramount Records traces back to the owner of a Black-run shoeshine parlor and record store in Dallas, who recommended Jefferson to a label representative. Behind the walls of a brutal segregated society, the musical connection between Black and white was quietly taking root in places like these.
Blind Lemon Jefferson (1893–1929) was born into a sharecropping family in Texas, blind from birth. The youngest of seven children, music was his means of making a living. From his teens he chose the life of a traveling entertainer, honing a wide repertoire of prison songs, blues, spirituals, and dance tunes on the streets.
After settling in Deep Ellum, Dallas's Black neighborhood, he made his living as a street performer. Accounts survive of white people barring Jefferson from certain areas, leaving him permitted to play only in a specific corner of Deep Ellum. It may be no coincidence that several Black musicians of the era carried “Blind” in their names — Blind Willie Johnson, Blind Boy Fuller, Blind Willie McTell. Being blind may have made it easier for white society to tolerate their presence, as men who posed no threat in a harshly segregated world.
In 1925, he was discovered by a Paramount Records scout and made his recording debut in Chicago. Over three years he recorded more than ninety songs, becoming known not only in the South but in the North as well. His success took concrete form: he bought his own car and hired a personal driver.
His influence reached far beyond his own time. “Matchbox Blues” was recorded thirty years later by Carl Perkins as a rockabilly track, and covered again by the Beatles. Bob Dylan recorded “See That My Grave Is Kept Clean.” B.B. King named Jefferson as one of his greatest musical influences.
In December 1929, he was found frozen to death on a Chicago street. He was thirty-two years old.
Robert Johnson's (1911–1938) entire recording career lasted just seven months. Sixteen songs in a room at the Gunter Hotel in San Antonio, Texas, in November 1936; thirteen more in Dallas in June 1937 — twenty-nine in total. He died at twenty-seven under mysterious circumstances in 1938. His technique was so extraordinary that it gave rise to the famous “Crossroads Legend”: that he had sold his soul to the devil at a crossroads in exchange for his uncanny guitar ability.
His first single, “Terraplane Blues,” sold around ten thousand copies — a substantial hit for the Black music market of the time. But a large white audience never found him while he was alive.
Johnson's music broke through among white musicians in 1961, when Columbia Records released King of the Delta Blues Singers. The album hit British blues and rock musicians especially hard. Keith Richards recalled that the first time he heard Johnson's records, a single guitar sounded like two. Eric Clapton described it as “the most soulful music I have ever heard,” and in 2004 recorded an entire album of Johnson's songs, Me and Mr. Johnson. Bob Dylan, Keith Richards, and Robert Plant have each spoken publicly about his influence, and the Rolling Stones covered “Love in Vain.”
Johnson's songs give voice to the loneliness and terror of living as a Black man in the Depression-era American South, in language that is unmistakably poetic. “Cross Road Blues,” “Sweet Home Chicago,” “Hellhound on My Trail.” Nearly a hundred years on, none of them has faded.
Blind Lemon Jefferson and Robert Johnson are the musicians who most purely embody what country blues is. Descended from people brought to America in chains, they established their own expression through voices that soared and guitar melodies that wound around those voices like a second voice of their own. Pushed to the margins of a white-dominated America, their music carries a life force that does not relent. That force was recorded for the first time through recording technology, passed along through the quiet musical exchanges that happened in barbershops and shoeshine parlors, and eventually crossed the Atlantic to reach a generation of British rock musicians.
What happened after that is a story everyone knows.
If you're going to trace the history of American music, these two are where to begin.
Reference
Toshiyuki Ohwada, A History of American Music: From Minstrel Shows and Blues to Hip-Hop (Kodansha Sensho Métier, 2015)