{"id":3165,"date":"2022-10-30T11:32:30","date_gmt":"2022-10-30T11:32:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mensch3000.ch\/private-wonderfulities\/"},"modified":"2024-02-26T11:19:16","modified_gmt":"2024-02-26T11:19:16","slug":"private-wonderfulities","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mensch3000.ch\/en\/private-wonderfulities\/","title":{"rendered":"private Wonderfulities"},"content":{"rendered":"

When I turned 40, in 1995, I finally accepted that if music would have had to be an existential leg, it would have happened a long time ago. And since I didn’t mean to live coulda, woulda, shoulda, I went into the desert (south of Tabarka, Tunesia) to do my Rodin…<\/p>\n

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… and overstand the situation. So far, existentially, I compensated the lack of reliable income from music alone mostly with “bearable” bread and butter jobs of all sorts… and also growing tired of the self-imposed celibacy for many years, it was time to move on anyway, change the ‘element’ allthogether (and still render justice to the inner flame)…
\nI had to interrupt my desert reasoning to go back and fulfill an obligation, i.e. to play (and mark ‘best man’) for a youth friend’s wedding, where I met this powerful and magical sorceress…<\/p>\n

\"\"who I’m still with today.
\nWe married 1995 on february 3rd (birthday of my old man)<\/p>\n

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A year after our first son (Linus-Linton-Maurice) was born, a hefty vertigo threw me into serious disorder (couldn’t walk) and it took a year to grow out of it. That “rock’n’roll”_swindle (as LKJ called it) got me reasoning on yet more issues to “work out”.
\nAt that point, we decided it’s best to ‘switch roles’, i.e. I stay home and Astrid continues to work (which is what she targeted anyway).
\nI focused on home studio-work and in 1999, our second son Andri was born.
\nNot so much time anymore to practice extensively, I underwent more inner search as the kids grew.
\nOriginally from rather big family<\/p>\n

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it kind of “imploded” after a nasty rose-war and left me basically with the one brother, Philippe, I kept closer ties with since childhood.<\/p>\n

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My mother once painted the house where I grew up<\/p>\n

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with 3 older brothers and a sister…<\/p>\n

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…it felt best sitting on top of the world: the mighty Sha of the Shametterlings!<\/p>\n

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