OUR MAN in EUROPE/dave delacroix/Part 33: The MAGI

Part 33: The MAGI  (on the road to Georgie Gold)


Twix Xmas and (St.) "Silvester" (New Year) and with a clock ticking on my health and travel programme, it´s "crunch" time and..."laissez-fair" (spell?)...or outright LAZY, for which ALL Artists are renown, I must for-go a period of perfect Augsburgian peace where I have, this last week spent/enjoyed, with new brothers (the Magi), Linus, Martin & Karli, 3 dudes of the First Order/beer officiandos, who - during the bleak Xmas week - took me under their wing (whilst definitely ill from the cold), fed me the finest Bavarian cuisine...and had me on a strict medicinal regimen of Drum tobacco and Edelstoff pilsner!

But!...And Life marches on! Tomorrow calling, etc., thru a myriad of e-mails, I must proceed with these travels....and...er...like Heidi, when Grandma says; "Hey, bitch! How´d you like to go live with my estranged husband (your Grand-father) in the Alps (mountains)....It´s really NICE there?..."
And like Heidi, I say: "Ooo! Can we?"

Grandma: "Not WE, bitch! Just you!"

I go: "Ooo-wheee-OW!"

....But for the curisity of seeing (Paris) Natasha in her "kunster-heimat", Linz, Austria, I bow to the insanity of the frigid Winter´s journey, costs & all, full knowing that I´ll be riding a train full of leder-hosen, white-teeth, skiing fanatics...singing: "O Tannenbaum, O Tannebaum", yet certain in my mind that - like Heidi - I will return to the flatlands full of stories of HOW - like Heidi - I went nuts/gone bad up there in Austria, discovered a chain-saw, ran amok, and where/when - gasoline for chain-saw permitting - I cut off the heads of leder-hosen health nuts, snow-boarders and miscellaneous tourists...I then run into the absconding Family von Trapp who, fleeing - in THIS case - excessive Taxation, am immediately adopted for thje purposes of robbing provincial Post Offices FOR the purposes of financing the whole (von Trapp family) gangs sucessful immigration to the United States & would thereby live - for many decades - quietly...until Momma (Maria) von Trapp ( a Xanex fiend) would pen "The Sound of Muzak", draw the gaze of Hollywood...and ruin EVERYTHING!....whereby....

Sorry. My mind wanders... Where was I?

Oh yes. On my way to Linz, Austria. On the Road to Georgie Gold.

...And for now, brother MAGI´s: Farewell!...:)

c 2010. davedelacroix/our man in europe/munich, I think...