Happy Birthday, intet-at-tabe
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Corno Dolce
Admiral Honkenwheezenpooferspieler
Three cheers for intet-at-tabe: HURRAY - HURRAY - HURRAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Yours truly,
Corno Dolce
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Yours truly,
Corno Dolce
intet_at_tabe
Rear Admiral Appassionata (Ret.)
Overwhelmed by your blessings "When I´m fiftyfour, losing my hair...." - years ago. The thing that brought Pat Metheny and I to be friends, though he will never find out, is the fact that we´re both born in that extremely innovative year of 1954.
I have had between 60-70 guests here during the day (I had to order for more Tuborg beer and Chanti wine), never really realising the past 8 years of mostly silence, I had so many friends - I am not a customed to people who stand up, demand silence and speak on my behalf - a tear or two fell.
Peter and my oldest friend in my 54 year ancient life his father Claus told all the guest here at 5 P.M.:
"Give the oletimer a break, he has to be ready for the Galla to night"., which incedently means I have no idea of what??? I have 30 minutes from now to get my old pingquin suit on - Geez! The good thing though, I am 29 kilograms lighter/thinner than the last time, quite good for a man my age.
To all of you at the MIMF. Remember you all are the musical talents, I am somewhere down on the 12th row center applauding you.
Thank you all,
intet-at-tabe
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I have had between 60-70 guests here during the day (I had to order for more Tuborg beer and Chanti wine), never really realising the past 8 years of mostly silence, I had so many friends - I am not a customed to people who stand up, demand silence and speak on my behalf - a tear or two fell.
Peter and my oldest friend in my 54 year ancient life his father Claus told all the guest here at 5 P.M.:
"Give the oletimer a break, he has to be ready for the Galla to night"., which incedently means I have no idea of what??? I have 30 minutes from now to get my old pingquin suit on - Geez! The good thing though, I am 29 kilograms lighter/thinner than the last time, quite good for a man my age.
To all of you at the MIMF. Remember you all are the musical talents, I am somewhere down on the 12th row center applauding you.
Thank you all,
intet-at-tabe
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Happy birthday, intet-at-tabe!! 
:cheers:
Hope you are having a wonderful evening (let us know how it went), and best wishes for your new year
Best regards,
Frederik
:cheers:Hope you are having a wonderful evening (let us know how it went
), and best wishes for your new yearBest regards,
Frederik
intet_at_tabe
Rear Admiral Appassionata (Ret.)
Hi Frederik and Muza and everyone of you kind people at MIMF.
As spoken on January 6, it was the first birthday of mine for years, I felt up to it. During the daytime lots of people 60-70 arrived also many of my neighbours where I live arrived. Later at 5 P.M. when Claus told the remaining guests: Give the oletimer a break, he has to be ready for the Galla to night", which is an expression mainly my best friend Claus and I invented years ago, which means going to the city in a buisness like suit, necktie etc. to eat out on a fancy restaurent.
But in this case it was a surprice party, where friends of us, many of them people I had not seen for quite a while during my long years of rehabilitation, both my exe wives too and some very old friends I had not seen for years from different parts of Denmark, were gathered when we arrived as the last (of course) to make the whole entry spectacular for me.
The place was a (forsamlingshus) village hall rented and organized by Peter some 5 miles from where I live. It was packed. The welcome song played on acoustic guitars from the small stage at the opposite end of the hall "When I´m Sixty-four" slightly changed to "Fifty-four" by you know who? I shooked hands/hugged with everyone.
So I was placed at the rear end in front of a table filled with presents, I sat with my back to it, and everyone on each side of the long table down the middle, got up from their chairs raised their glasses and sang Happy Birthday To You, while yours truely blushing, quite emotional.
Oceans of food mostly ecological with lots of lettuce and wine were served by professional female waiters in uniforms (mini mini skirts, how I like it) and it was a ball. Different friends stood up and remembered everyone of some of my more stupid laughable ideas I´ve had during the years, not always succesfull and there were huge images hung on the walls from different periods of my ancient life, while having long hippie hair and a full beard, or balled like in recent years.
Really really cosy, you know like an event you hope will never end.
So after unbuttoning my trousers after all the food in the suit, I had not worn for years, the lights were turned off, and they carried the cake in with 54 candle lights (I don´t know how they managed), and they all sang: For his a jolly good fellow....(så gir´ han nok en lille en).
Presents were presented, I even got a genuine turkish Meershaum pipe though I haven´t smoked for years, lots of CD´s, suspenders (LOL), a genuine Stetson hat, a T-shirt saying: I´m a clown, and then Peter took the word and spoke very personally to me about the past seven years, I can´t repeat it here - too emotional. He finished his oration demanding me, while everyone joined in to climb the stage and sing: It´s getting better, it´s getting better all the time - solo.
From then on we all changed places to solo on the stage with the acoustic guitars, the old Beatles songs and one Stones song, slightly changed for the occations: He never got no - satisfaction, the Beatles that I´ve treasured for years and still sing. The Beatles who taught me more english than public school, while having coffee and brandy/whiskey (one glass per head, since everyone should go for work the next day).
Great day. I really felt alive and loved in the center of so many friends, who mean the world to me, who volunteered when things were tough and life difficult to accept.
We all finished as a choir singing arm in arm the whole way around the table: "A day in the life" from the Pepper-album.
You see guys, the only thing in life none of us can live without are LOVE and good friends.
Best regards to all of you, who were a part of January 6 2008,
intet-at-tabe
As spoken on January 6, it was the first birthday of mine for years, I felt up to it. During the daytime lots of people 60-70 arrived also many of my neighbours where I live arrived. Later at 5 P.M. when Claus told the remaining guests: Give the oletimer a break, he has to be ready for the Galla to night", which is an expression mainly my best friend Claus and I invented years ago, which means going to the city in a buisness like suit, necktie etc. to eat out on a fancy restaurent.
But in this case it was a surprice party, where friends of us, many of them people I had not seen for quite a while during my long years of rehabilitation, both my exe wives too and some very old friends I had not seen for years from different parts of Denmark, were gathered when we arrived as the last (of course) to make the whole entry spectacular for me.
The place was a (forsamlingshus) village hall rented and organized by Peter some 5 miles from where I live. It was packed. The welcome song played on acoustic guitars from the small stage at the opposite end of the hall "When I´m Sixty-four" slightly changed to "Fifty-four" by you know who? I shooked hands/hugged with everyone.
So I was placed at the rear end in front of a table filled with presents, I sat with my back to it, and everyone on each side of the long table down the middle, got up from their chairs raised their glasses and sang Happy Birthday To You, while yours truely blushing, quite emotional.
Oceans of food mostly ecological with lots of lettuce and wine were served by professional female waiters in uniforms (mini mini skirts, how I like it) and it was a ball. Different friends stood up and remembered everyone of some of my more stupid laughable ideas I´ve had during the years, not always succesfull and there were huge images hung on the walls from different periods of my ancient life, while having long hippie hair and a full beard, or balled like in recent years.
Really really cosy, you know like an event you hope will never end.
So after unbuttoning my trousers after all the food in the suit, I had not worn for years, the lights were turned off, and they carried the cake in with 54 candle lights (I don´t know how they managed), and they all sang: For his a jolly good fellow....(så gir´ han nok en lille en).
Presents were presented, I even got a genuine turkish Meershaum pipe though I haven´t smoked for years, lots of CD´s, suspenders (LOL), a genuine Stetson hat, a T-shirt saying: I´m a clown, and then Peter took the word and spoke very personally to me about the past seven years, I can´t repeat it here - too emotional. He finished his oration demanding me, while everyone joined in to climb the stage and sing: It´s getting better, it´s getting better all the time - solo.
From then on we all changed places to solo on the stage with the acoustic guitars, the old Beatles songs and one Stones song, slightly changed for the occations: He never got no - satisfaction, the Beatles that I´ve treasured for years and still sing. The Beatles who taught me more english than public school, while having coffee and brandy/whiskey (one glass per head, since everyone should go for work the next day).
Great day. I really felt alive and loved in the center of so many friends, who mean the world to me, who volunteered when things were tough and life difficult to accept.
We all finished as a choir singing arm in arm the whole way around the table: "A day in the life" from the Pepper-album.
You see guys, the only thing in life none of us can live without are LOVE and good friends.
Best regards to all of you, who were a part of January 6 2008,
intet-at-tabe
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Hi intet-at-tabe,
Thanks for sharing your birthday celebration festivities with us. For those of us many thousands of miles away, your recounting of the events made me feel that I was right there in the room with you and everyone else. A wonderful day for you, indeed :cheers:
Thanks for sharing your birthday celebration festivities with us. For those of us many thousands of miles away, your recounting of the events made me feel that I was right there in the room with you and everyone else. A wonderful day for you, indeed :cheers:
Corno Dolce
Admiral Honkenwheezenpooferspieler
Hello Intet,
Thanx for sharing what must have been one of the happiest days in your life yet...with more to come
Respectfully,
Corno Dolce
Thanx for sharing what must have been one of the happiest days in your life yet...with more to come
Respectfully,
Corno Dolce
intet_at_tabe
Rear Admiral Appassionata (Ret.)
Dear Friends
I learned a lot about what it really means to be alive during 7 years, to be a man, a father, a loving and caring husband and friend during those years of frustrated rehabilitation boxed in obscurity with no ability to communicate, having my life removed from me. Sometimes I tried to shout: I´m here, talk to me instead of saying: How is he today - in the third person, often burried in hopelessness because the healing were so very very slow both psysically and intellectually. I have damaged centers in my brain that will never heal, like the speech pedagog told me: You´ll never work again like before, your left arm being disabled 90 percent, your ability to logical reasoning and do fast analysis have been weakend and the lack of balance (I use a cain when walking) etc.etc. But you can communicate again verbally, read and write, so you have to learn to work a computer for your own good, though it will be difficult for you - simply to adapt new teaching.
I used to be a succesful consultant, with my own company, often traveling to the EU in Brussels on a contract doing lobyism, sort of the american Mr. Gecco-like buisness man, who worked 16-18 hours a day. My life was my master planner, making my household a small fortune. We had two cars (BMW´s) a huge house with a small park, aupair girl imported from England, were supporters of the cummunity, gave money for social benefit arrangements, a respected family on the outside - bla bla bla.
But without knowing it, well not quite true, without caring it should have said. I had distanced myself from The Lord and my wife, whom I still loved the same way I did when I first met her and married her. Well, the both of them. But you just can´t be a husband and father and privately a lover to your beloved wife far from the family 250 days a year, addicted to telephones an meetings etc.etc.
When I look back in time to 1999 and many years before that, I was selfish, arrogant, cold and not a very good friend to people, I cared about. Too often when someone came to me and asked if we could meet? I would simply say: Hey man, sorry I have a meeting, but let me check with my calender/secretary and I phone you back or: Can I take a raincheck, which was not a question.
That´s not a good friend. That´s the identify of the selfish Who?. I had become that.
Peter and I for 5 years had ongoing talks sometimes during the nights, and though he is so much younger than I, he knew so much more about being alive and to be a good friend, than I.
I have changed my view these past 7 years on what life is all about. Money and buisness success are means of nothing, if you are far away from the ones, who need you. The more you make the more you spend. But does a lot of money and buisness success and a life style reaching for a stroke make you feel blessed or at peace with your/myself ? - NO way.
End of part 1.
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intet_at_tabe
Rear Admiral Appassionata (Ret.)
Part 2:
When Peter felt I got lost in the talks we had during all these night, he would pick up his guitar and sing a song for me. A very beautiful heartfelt song about the most import things in all our lives LOVE and FRIENDSHIP.
Without asking permission from you, I´ll send it to all of you in respect and a little reminder.
The american female sing and song writer Carly Simon composed it, but I believe it was another american James Taylor (can he sing or what?), who made it world famous. The title is "You´ve got a friend":
When you're down and troubled
and you need a helping hand
and nothing, whoa nothing is going right.
Close your eyes and think of me
and soon I will be there
to brighten up even your darkest nights.
You just call out my name,
and you know wherever I am
I'll come running, oh yeah baby
to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer, or fall,
all you got to do is call
and I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You've got a friend.
If the sky above you
should turn dark and full of clouds
and that old north wind should begin to blow
Keep your head together and call my name out loud
and soon I will be knocking upon your door.
[You've Got A Friend lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]
You just call out my name and you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer or fall
all you got to do is call
and I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey, ain't it good to know that you've got a friend?
People can be so cold.
They'll hurt you and desert you.
Well they'll take your soul if you let them.
Oh yeah, but don't you let them.
You just call out my name and you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you again.
Oh babe, don't you know that,
Winter spring summer or fall,
Hey now, all you've got to do is call.
Lord, I'll be there, yes I will.
You've got a friend.
You've got a friend.
Ain't it good to know you've got a friend.
Ain't it good to know you've got a friend.
You've got a friend.
To Krummhorn: You said you felt like being there with me that night on January 6. Honestly from me to you: You were - all of you, and all the people I wish I had been a better friend to, who were there that night.
One can not change the past, no one can. But I can, at least to myself and my patient friends, who have been everything to me, make sure I will not repeat the past.
If you at times find it difficult to understand, what I write to each of you in different threads, perhaps even feel hurt from my entries. Please forgive me, I am trying my best so please answer me straight out, no hiding behind the bush. It´s the only way, I can learn from you and your lives as the great musicians you obviously are.
To Muza, rojo anyone - you may call me intet,
My very deepest thoughts and blessings back to all of you. It is so great for me to be alowed to be here with all of you, and hey man I am getting better (well not today) to do the short posts.
intet-at-tabe
When Peter felt I got lost in the talks we had during all these night, he would pick up his guitar and sing a song for me. A very beautiful heartfelt song about the most import things in all our lives LOVE and FRIENDSHIP.
Without asking permission from you, I´ll send it to all of you in respect and a little reminder.
The american female sing and song writer Carly Simon composed it, but I believe it was another american James Taylor (can he sing or what?), who made it world famous. The title is "You´ve got a friend":
When you're down and troubled
and you need a helping hand
and nothing, whoa nothing is going right.
Close your eyes and think of me
and soon I will be there
to brighten up even your darkest nights.
You just call out my name,
and you know wherever I am
I'll come running, oh yeah baby
to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer, or fall,
all you got to do is call
and I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You've got a friend.
If the sky above you
should turn dark and full of clouds
and that old north wind should begin to blow
Keep your head together and call my name out loud
and soon I will be knocking upon your door.
[You've Got A Friend lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]
You just call out my name and you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer or fall
all you got to do is call
and I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey, ain't it good to know that you've got a friend?
People can be so cold.
They'll hurt you and desert you.
Well they'll take your soul if you let them.
Oh yeah, but don't you let them.
You just call out my name and you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you again.
Oh babe, don't you know that,
Winter spring summer or fall,
Hey now, all you've got to do is call.
Lord, I'll be there, yes I will.
You've got a friend.
You've got a friend.
Ain't it good to know you've got a friend.
Ain't it good to know you've got a friend.
You've got a friend.
To Krummhorn: You said you felt like being there with me that night on January 6. Honestly from me to you: You were - all of you, and all the people I wish I had been a better friend to, who were there that night.
One can not change the past, no one can. But I can, at least to myself and my patient friends, who have been everything to me, make sure I will not repeat the past.
If you at times find it difficult to understand, what I write to each of you in different threads, perhaps even feel hurt from my entries. Please forgive me, I am trying my best so please answer me straight out, no hiding behind the bush. It´s the only way, I can learn from you and your lives as the great musicians you obviously are.
To Muza, rojo anyone - you may call me intet,
My very deepest thoughts and blessings back to all of you. It is so great for me to be alowed to be here with all of you, and hey man I am getting better (well not today) to do the short posts.
intet-at-tabe
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