2020 - Corona, Corona, Corona
Sometimes less is more. Two short acquaintances who had nothing to do with guitars, for example a hummingbird on a tree in front of Mimi's cafe and a Mexican hotel employee named Edit who was happy to speak Spanish with a guest.
Madrid - OP
Still nerve with the sciatic nerve in my right leg. Finally I decided to have an operation and went back to the hospital at the end of January. This cost my health insurance company a fortune. The day after next I could already get up and felt like a newborn. No more pain. My room neighbor, who had the same operation, gave me a few cigarettes and we smoked with pleasure on the terrace, although of course it was forbidden.
But unfortunately I was happy too early. After a few days the pain started again. A radiography showed that there was a heavy bruise, which allegedly pressed on the nerve.
I was also furious about how the nursing staff had treated me after the operation. So I couldn't avoid sending an angry message to the clinic management (here in German):
My name is Dieter Wilhelm Gölsdorf and I was operated on the intervertebral disc (sciatic nerve) last week.
As a wearer of glasses I was not allowed to take my visual aid - presumably understandable from a medical point of view - into the operating room. When I awoke from the anesthesia a few hours later, I asked for my glasses in the UCI room, as I can hardly see anything without them. I was told that only my wife or another family member could get them for me. When I asked what would happen if I had neither wife nor family, I received no answer.
To put it bluntly: without my glasses I can't watch TV, put toothpaste on my toothbrush without spills, use my cell phone, and certainly not read a book - which made me particularly angry. What are these methods? How do you treat your patients? From hearsay herx, even prisoners in Spain are treated better. And for this insolence, which I would like to casually refer to as deprivation of liberty, I was charged this incredible five-figure sum, including two nights in a private room with rusk and instant coffee!
Also annoying: One week before the operation I sent an e-mail to the office of Dr. Sala Walther, which came back with the note "undeliverable - error". Today exactly the same thing happened to me again. How is it possible that no emails can be received in a Hospital Ruber International for more than two weeks? Also a promised callback did not happen.
The only logical conclusion that remains for me in this matter is that the organization of the Hospital Ruber International consists of a gang of useless, shameless, profit-hungry people who should definitely and immediately be replaced by more qualified personnel!
Back to Cádiz
At the beginning of March we drove back south, when the carnival was already in full swing in Cádiz. In the meantime our house was completely renovated and furnished. So was the kitchen; so a good reason to finally go to the market and buy these fantastic seafood and fish.
Here the offer is really incredible: mussels, crabs, langostinos, fish in all possible variations. And as constant companions in the parks these little mini parrots "Cotorras" fly around, see right. Imported from South America and somewhat larger than budgerigars, they are said to disturb the ecological balance. But they are pretty!
Carnival of Cádiz
An unbelievable spectacle on all squares, streets and alleys. People wherever the eye can see. In costumed groups, they celebrate musical performances with mostly politically relevant content, and they sing absolutely professionally in four voices. In addition, there are competitions in various categories, which are held at Teatro Falla - just around the corner from us - until late into the night. Live TV broadcasts throughout Spain are included. On Youtube there are videos without end under "Carnaval de Cádiz"!
Corona, Corona, Corona, Corona, Corona, Corona
Towards the end of the carnival the first Corona messages came from Italy. And there were a lot of Italian visitors here ...
And shortly after that the virus got me. But I did not notice anything. We had met a nice couple - Robert and Elo - who are also in the music business, promotion, gigs etc. And Robert had flown to London shortly after carnival for the listening session of a Foo Fighters studio recording. There were about 50 people there, and one of them had passed Corona on to Robert. Back in Cadiz he suddenly felt bad. We were together for half the day including dinner, and when they were finally gone, I finished Robert's glass of red wine, delicious Amarone, which I didn't want to tip away. But no symptoms on my part, only Paloma felt a metallic taste in her throat. But that was it.
And then came the lockdown, you were only allowed to leave the house for shopping in the supermarket. Of course only with mask and gloves.
Israel Fernández - Roger Saturn
Even before Virus and Lockdown, Robert and Elo had visited us with their protégé Israel, according to "El País" the new star in the flamenco sky. Isra looks more like a metal rocker, and we let him test a Roger Saturn. He was thrilled and now he has this guitar. Let's see what develops out of it! Here please also my own feature ...
In Spain, during the first lockdowns, it had become a habit that everyone went to their windows or balconies at 8 pm on the stroke of 8 pm to celebrate their solidarity with the doctors and the nursing staff in the overcrowded clinics by tapping on the pots etc. We did this, of course, until I had the idea to step out onto the terrace with my acoustic guitar and play one or the other Van Morrison song. There was even applause from the surrounding roofs. See and hear it yourself!
The end of a friendship
In April, our friendship with the couple Luigi and Nieves, which I mentioned before, broke up. Ultimately, the Corona virus was to blame. But the thing had also two preludes, which already lay over years back: First Nieves had sent us once photos of airplanes with vapor trails in the balerarian sky with the remark "with this they want to poison us!
Second, they had sold their house on Formentera and moved to León, a small town in the north of Spain, gray, boring, horrible. Nieves supposedly wanted to care for her demented mother and also had an attractive-looking apartment up her sleeve. What we didn't know was that this apartment had belonged to an Isabel Carrasco, an obnoxious, right-wing and corrupt local politician who had made the life of a young employee hell and had been practically executed by her mother on a bridge with five shots. Luigi and Nieves had bought the apartment of this Carrasco for an apparently very good price. The photos they sent us showed an extremely nouveau riche ambience, and we had lost all desire to visit them in León.
Shortly after the Corona outbreak, Nieves flooded us with abstruse Whatsup messages that communism was coming over the world and similar nonsense, as well as a Youtube link to a Laura Eisenhower who, sitting in front of a camera, pretended to be the niece of the deceased ex-president and warned of all kinds of dangers ahead, e.g. that Bill Gates wanted to implant a chip in everyone by vaccination. Then she suddenly changed the subject to even more abstruse claims: we would all be under the influence of aliens, who would suck the blood out of us and our children, respectively, and would need humans for their nutrition. This was just too much to maintain this friendship. Luigi got a final email from me that sealed the deal.
Also, I posted an English commentary on Youtube to the post of this Laura Eisenhower, meaning that as a doctor I had worked in the Boston psychiatric hospital until 2012 and had treated this lady as a patient for her mental disorders. Schizophrenia, paranoia, and the warning, "Beware of this person! She is dangerous!" By the way, my comment was deleted again immediately.
While experimenting with a hand lever bender I mounted the sitarizer brackets on the tele bridge again.
Unfortunately this horizontal bender did not make it into production.
Hip, Hip ...
But that escalated so far that I installed a hip lever on this part. But it was rejected by Heinz and Huch. Once again into the garage of the discarded inventions ...
But that's not all ... Corona, what time do you give me? What about a Duesenberg Tremola with integrated Bender?
This one will now go into production. Heinz and Huch were totally enthusiastic!
Expanding dowels for stop tailpieces
M8 sleeves with spreading function: (Text from our webshop) Even with such a despicable component as impact sleeves, the wheel can be reinvented. Inside the sleeve there is a grub screw which spreads the sleeve apart after installation. This makes it bomb-proof in the wood and ensures an optimal transmission of the vibrations. It is best suited for the reassembly of vibrato systems that are fixed in the threaded sleeves of a tailpiece.
The "collar" at the upper edge of the sleeves prevents direct contact of mounted hardware parts with the guitar top and protects the surface from damage. Required hole diameter: 10mm - ideal for a centered 10mm drill! Supplied in pairs.
Hah, this is Spain! Watching and feeling the soccer matches of the league during the pandemic is "quite normal". The Spaniards project pixels onto the tribunes that look like they are spectators. No idea how they do it. The supposed spectators can also be seen during camera pans. Only in certain sections does this not work. Then you see the empty tribunes. Chechu once explained to me that this technique was originally developed for porn movies. So you could exchange the faces of the actors with other faces. Incredible technique! Imagine a bank robbery, which is recorded by a camera, and then exchange the robber's face for yours. Boom, you are in jail. But let's get back to soccer: As a background noise, there is a constant stream of authentic audience sounds: "Oaah, Uaah". However, it still needs to be tweaked, because when a goal is scored, the most important thing is probably missing, namely
the "Goool" roar. But they soon get that too.
Narcotrafico? (drug dealing?)
Meiomei, what can happen to you! My website here is in English, edited by our distributor / agent, Bernard Ayling, who sold a lot of Tru-Tune tremolos for us in the early 80s in the USA. Still a good friend who grew up practically near Frankfurt, Germany, because his father worked there in the US military. Speaks perfect German, the man is very intelligent and has a good sense of humor. But I wanted to have the whole thing in Spanish and I remembered my old friend Ana (also mentioned before), who grew up in Switzerland and also speaks perfect German. At that time she worked in a distribution for guitars and guitar parts in Alicante, who often ordered things from us. And more than twenty years ago she translated all our catalog texts into Spanish. Super lovely woman, educated and with a lot of detailed knowledge of our business.
We hadn't seen each other for fifteen years, but I still had her phone number: "Hello Ana, Dieter here, what a surprise! "Dieter, how nice that you remember me!" "Of course I remember you. What are you doing anyway?" "Still in Alicante and working in an export company for fruits and fruits that we mainly export to Germany and Switzerland. Besides, I have been married for a long time and have two children" "Your German is still great! "Not as good as it used to be, especially since our export customers are practically all South Americans".
Then I told her my desire in translating. Her answer: "I don't have much time, but I think I can do it for you." So I e-mailed her the first texts from 1964 to 1978. Then I called her again and asked her if this was really a possibility for her. "Yes, yes, yes, I'll have a look at it in peace."
After two weeks without further contact I called again, but at the other end was an older, apparently slightly confused woman who asked me if I was calling from the land registry office about a property, and other babble that was incomprehensible to me. Another attempt. Ana answered the phone, but this older person could not explain herself - strange, because I could not have dialed the wrong number, number stored in my cell phone. And then I couldn't reach her for the next few weeks, always only an answering machine.
I was worried. Ana had a page on Facebook that I had looked at: husband, two children, lots of photos. Called again several times, but always only the answering machine! I thought I'd take a look at her Facebook page to see if there was anything I could verify. But suddenly the page no longer existed!
In the evening I told this to Paloma, who immediately expressed a strong suspicion: She knew to report that about two weeks ago there was a Europe-wide drug investigation, in which among other things narcotics (drug dealers) were arrested in Alicante. Dandruff from the eyes! Quite clearly! By exporting fruit and vegetables you can of course also pack several kilos of cocaine or hashish into a few crates of tomatoes or bananas etc.
Eieiei, Ana's customers in Germany and Switzerland were also all South Americans! Nightingale, I hear you trapping yourself ... Of course all this is not verified, but I guess that this lady was either arrested or possibly escaped to Morocco with her husband and children.
Well, shortly after that I found a translator - a guitarist after all - in Madrid who works as a night porter in a hotel and has plenty of time for this job. I e-mailed him all the existing texts and pre-translated them with a program called "DEEPL" (which is much better than Google). Let's see, what will become of it ...
Paloma & Palomita
The Palomas we gave them these cool colors. But with the completion of the Split-King pickups I wanted to add one more. Working title:
Secret: A secret design that will soon go into production!
My big secret / The Ghost Song - Hollow Skai
Now that the Book of Hollow has been published, I can no longer avoid confessing and thereby bringing the true truth to light.
This book is a real hammer and describes, with the help of reliable witnesses, almost all the places where Jim Morrison stayed after his alleged death, in Senegal, Australia and New Zealand, in Poona, even on a yacht off the Californian coast, in Jamaica, in the Czech Republic and in Dresden, in London, on La Gomera and on the Jacob's Path in northern Spain. Two small text excerpts here. At the top, a GDR police transcript of a concert of a rebellious group "Die Türen" in Dresden, where Jim also sang "Break On Through". And afterwards my translation of this song into German. The GDR agents couldn't find me back then.
The information that I had met Jim by chance in Cádiz before the recordings of my CD "Jim's Legacy", when he came back to the Spanish mainland on a ferry from La Gomera, I had not told Hollow. This meeting and my penchant for old Doors songs confirmed my kinship with Jim, and I spontaneously offered him to stay in my house in Cádiz - not the one that was currently being renovated, but another one that I had bought years before. He would only have to take care of this house. And since Jim was also an absolute fan of seafood, he liked it here very much. Yes, yes, nobody believed it, but Jim even came to Madrid once and sang a few songs with us (Los Dooros). He just couldn't resist it! Actually, he didn't look that different at his age than he did when he was in his Doors youth, but no one ever recognized him, or people thought, "That's a Doors revival guy".
Of course, I never took any photos in terms of discretion, not even when Johnny Depp stayed with me after the renovation, and not of Gran Wyoming during the pandemic, because if such a photo came to public attention, it would have been accused of a bad violation of the Corona regulations, even though Chechu was only officially present at a congress. But in Spain, everything that can make a politically important person look bad is immediately exploited by the opposite right wing.
Wow, at the end of the year a whole new Duesenberg design. "Reverse", with two Split Kings and the two Split switches adjustable in height!
Die Ärzte (The doctors) in the daily TV news
How nice. The “Die Ärzte” open the Tagesthemen and our star player TV-Outlaw far ahead!
And finally "The Scarabeo" - in honor of Mr. Wandré!
Here is a nice video of various guitarists from Madrid (let's play some Rock'n'Roll on the village square!)
(Jogi Löw does not accept the defeat and declares the German national team the winner.
The goals must be recounted.)