#Wiener Records

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Leave the Planet- Nowhere EP (Dream Pop, Shoegaze) Released: March 2016 [Wiener Records]

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Customer: LAST NAME DMV: 1 DICK (LAST NAME IS WIENER), WIENER listed as unacceptable Verdict: DENIED

[sexycornenthusiast]

Mildly mentally unwell things I've said about Regina George PART TWO!!

Bonus: Me talking about Gretchen (completely normal)

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V/A

"Cold Turkey Press / Klacto presents : A Cold Turkey Press special"

(LP. Rotterdam '72. 1972) [US]

[manwalksintobar]

A Poem for Record Players  // John Wieners

The scene changes Five hours later and I come into a room where a clock ticks. I find a pillow to muffle the sounds I make. I am engaged in taking away from God his sound. The pigeons somewhere above me, the cough a man makes down the hall, the flap of wings below me, the squeak of sparrows in the alley. The scratches I itch on my scalp, the landing of birds under the bay window out my window. All dull details I can only describe to you, but which are here and I hear and shall never give up again, shall carry with me over the streets of this seacoast city, forever; oh clack your metal wings, god, you are mine now in the morning. I have you by the ears in the exhaust pipes of a thousand cars gunning their motors turning over all over town. 6.15.58

[toothache-dyke]

y’all ever listen to mahler 2 so hard you feel the weight of all human emotion crushing you into the earth and also lifting you up to the stars and also rending you in half and also gluing you back together

[visionsoffutile]

Another encounter chapter 4:

It was another dull Saturday at the music store. "Dynasty" by KISS blared softly over the speakers, the distant wail of guitars and thumping bassline barely covering the quiet hum of fluorescent lights above you. The faint scent of aged vinyl hung in the air, mixed with the sharp, metallic tang of the record cleaner you were using. A typical slow day. You'd been here for hours, wiping down old turntables, reorganizing shelves, waiting for something, anything, to break the monotony.

You heard the familiar jingle of the bell over the door. Another customer. You straightened up behind the counter, reaching for the next record player, expecting to greet someone distracted by the vintage posters on the walls. But instead, when you looked up, you were met with piercing blue eyes.

Regina George.

She stood just inside the doorway, like a painting in motion. Her blonde hair cascaded in loose waves over her shoulders, and she wore a perfectly fitted casual jacket over a tank top that looked effortlessly chic. There was an air of indifference around her, but even that was carefully constructed. The way she scanned the room, the subtle lift of her chin as if she were surveying her domain—everything about her screamed *calculated*.

Your pulse quickened, but you forced yourself to keep it cool, masking any reaction. It had only been a week since school had started, but somehow Regina was already playing games. Gretchen Wieners had tried, in her overeager way, to strike up a conversation with you—an obviously staged effort to get you into Regina’s orbit. You turned Gretchen down, politely but firmly, deciding you’d rather deal with Regina herself than through her minions.

Now here she was. It seemed like you had her attention, for better or worse.

She strolled through the store, taking her time, running her fingers lightly over the edges of albums as she moved through the aisles. Her gaze briefly flickered to the racks of vinyls, then to the CD section, though you got the feeling she wasn’t actually interested in either. She was here for something else.

After a long moment, she walked toward the counter, her heels barely making a sound on the polished wood floor. Her eyes landed on the record player you were wiping down.

“Do you have anything... better than this?” she asked, her voice smooth but edged with the faintest hint of condescension, gesturing vaguely toward the album sleeve beside you.

The question was deliberately vague, but the way she said it felt like a challenge. You looked at her, holding her gaze, and wiped your hands on the cloth.

“That depends on what you’re into,” you replied, leaning against the counter with casual indifference. “But I’m guessing you’re not here for music recommendations.”

Regina’s lips quirked into a half-smile, almost imperceptible, but it was there. You got the sense she didn’t hear no often—or ever. “You rejected Gretchen,” she said, cutting straight to the point. Her eyes narrowed slightly, studying you as if you were an equation she was trying to solve. “Why?”

There was no pretense in her tone. No fake sweetness. Just a directness that caught you slightly off guard.

You shrugged. “I don’t fall for the minion routine. I’d rather talk to you.”

For a split second, you saw something flash in her eyes—something like surprise, or maybe amusement. It was brief, but it was there. Regina stepped a little closer, her body language shifting ever so slightly. The confidence she exuded wasn’t something she put on; it was something that came naturally to her, as if she knew she could command any room she walked into.

“You really think you’re different, don’t you?” she said, voice lowering, almost as if she were sharing a secret. “Everyone else is dying for my attention. And yet, here you are, playing hard to get.”

The air between you felt thick, almost charged. You could see the way she was watching you now—like she was expecting you to break, to start fawning over her like everyone else. But you weren’t going to give her that satisfaction.

“I’m not playing anything,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “Maybe I just don’t care about your games.”

Regina tilted her head slightly, her gaze unwavering. There was a flicker of something behind her eyes—maybe curiosity, maybe frustration. Whatever it was, it was clear she wasn’t used to this. You weren’t falling into her carefully constructed traps, and she didn’t know what to make of it.

She stepped even closer, the space between you now barely a foot. The subtle scent of her perfume—something floral and expensive—filled the air, mixing with the musky scent of the store. Her voice dropped, intimate but sharp. “Everyone plays games. The difference is, I know how to win.”

There was a moment where it felt like the whole world had narrowed down to just the two of you. Her eyes bore into yours, and for the first time, you saw past the facade. Beneath the cool, untouchable exterior, there was something deeper—something vulnerable. But just as quickly as you noticed it, she masked it again, the walls going back up.

“So,” you said after a beat, not breaking eye contact. “Why are *you* here, Regina? Really?”

The smirk on her lips faltered for the briefest moment. You had called her bluff. For a second, you thought she might just leave, walk out of the store without answering. But then, she leaned in a little closer, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Maybe I want to know why *you* aren’t like everyone else. Why you’re not falling at my feet like they do.” There was something almost... vulnerable in the way she said it, though she tried to hide it behind her usual confidence.

You held her gaze, refusing to look away. “Maybe I’m just waiting for a reason to.”

Her blue eyes flickered with something unreadable. For a moment, it felt like you were on the edge of something, like she might say something real, something honest. But then, just as quickly, she straightened up, the mask slipping back into place.

“Well,” she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder, her tone turning back to its usual casual arrogance. “I guess we’ll see if you’re worth my time.”

Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked toward the door, her footsteps echoing softly in the empty store. The bell chimed as she pushed open the door, and with that, she was gone, leaving a strange heaviness in the air behind her.

You exhaled slowly, not realizing you’d been holding your breath. For a moment, you stood there in the quiet, trying to process what had just happened. Regina George wasn’t someone who got rattled easily. But today, for just a moment, it felt like you’d seen something more—something real.

And you had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time she walked through that door.

[supercalifragipopculturevomit]

Before Sunrise: Film Locations

"If there's any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something. I know, it's almost impossible to succeed but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt.”

In celebration of Before Sunrise's 30th anniversary, I revisited my film location pilgrimage around Vienna in the summer of 2016. It's one of my favorite movies, I have loved it since the first time I saw it 24 years ago, so following Jesse and Céline's footsteps was almost like walking on sacred ground.

(Photos were taken with a Fujifilm X100s and colorgraded in Adobe Lightroom.)

Zollamtssteg Bridge - this is the footbridge where the pair get invited to watch a play about a cow who thinks it's a dog. "I am the cow," one of actors says proudly.

Albertina Museum - on those steps is where Jesse recites WH Auden to Céline. "The years shall run like rabbits," he starts off.

And just on a nearby balcony is where they talk the night prior.

Club Roxy - this is the club where they grab wine and glasses.

Cafe Spérl - Jesse and Céline have their faux telephone conversation in the rightmost booth, in what has got to be one of the most romantic scenes in film history.

This café has been around since 1880 and is on the Austrian Register of Historic Places. It's still popular today, beloved for its traditional ambiance.

Teuchtler Schallplattenhandlung und Antiquarität - this is the record store where the pair listen to Kath Bloom's 'Come Here'. I lost track of time in Café Sperl so by the time I got here, it was unfortunately already closed.

Kleines Café - this is the café where Céline has her palm read.

Wiener Riesenrad - "Are you trying to say you want to kiss me?" Céline asks Jesse, helping the guy out. That's the giant ferris wheel they were on.

Wein Westbahnhof - behind this unique statement of support for the LGBT community is the train station where Jesse and Céline get off midway from Budapest to Paris. Unlike most of the locations used in the movie, it looks totally different now.

Friedhof Der Namenlosen - this is the Cemetery of the Nameless and although the film made it seem like they just passed by it, it's actually in the outskirts of the city.

The scene starts off here, with the pair entering from the left side of the chapel.

"I always liked the idea of all those unknown people lost in the world," says Céline in reflection, thinking of the people buried all around, identities and deaths a mystery.

[whencyclopedia]

Interview: Refugees & Reformation in 16th-Century Frankfurt

In the 16th century, German cities and territories welcomed thousands of refugees fleeing the religious persecution sparked by the Protestant Reformation. In Strange Brethren: Refugees, Religious Bonds, and Reformation in Frankfurt, 1554-1608, Professor Maximilian Miguel Scholz explores one major destination for refugees—Frankfurt am Main—and underscores how they inspired new religious bonds, religious animosities, and religious institutions. In this interview, James Blake Wiener speaks to him about his title and the unique social climate that pervaded the Hessian city.

Cover: Strange Brethren: Refugees, Religious Bonds, and Reformation in Frankfurt, 1554-1608

Association of University Presses (Copyright, fair use)

JBW: Professor Scholz, thank you so much for speaking with me on behalf of World History Encyclopedia (WHE). When many think of Protestant refugees in the Early Modern Era, their minds usually turn to the plight of Huguenots or Anabaptists. Many of them found refuge in cities like London, Amsterdam, Geneva, and Hamburg. What was it that first attracted you to the history of 16th-century Frankfurt am Main? Moreover, what differentiated Frankfurt am Main from other Protestant cities within the Holy Roman Empire?

MS: Frankfurt hosted thousands of refugees in the 16th century. It still does today! But the city is often overlooked because the documents pertaining to its 16th-century experience of refugee accommodation were destroyed by the U.S. and British militaries in 1944. I wanted to shine new light on Frankfurt’s centrality in the story of Protestant refugees. Frankfurt lay at the center of Germany, which it still does today. It was also the symbolic capital of Germany, where the Holy Roman Emperors were elected and crowned. (After the Second World War, there was a push to make Frankfurt the capital of Germany once more.) Frankfurt was the transportation hub of Germany then as it still is now. If we want to understand how refugees impacted German society, Frankfurt is the ideal place to start. Beyond its prominence in Germany, Frankfurt was different from other German cities because its Reformation had followed the lead of Martin Bucer rather than Martin Luther (though of course Frankfurters loved Luther too). Bucer had advocated for reforms that fell somewhere between the later Calvinist and Lutheran camps.

Religions in Europe in the 16th Century

Simeon Netchev (CC BY-NC-ND)

JBW: Repeated bombing by British and American air forces destroyed many of Frankfurt’s churches and archives in 1944. If I’m not mistaken, Frankfurt was formerly the largest half-timbered city center in Germany too, so a great deal was lost in a very short period of time. Could you comment on the tremendous hurdles you and fellow scholars face in researching Frankfurt am Main’s Early Modern history as a result?

MS: Yes, Frankfurt’s archive suffered grievously. The archive’s director believed the Nazi fantasy that Germany was impervious to assault, so he did not protect the archive’s treasures by moving them underground. Thus, the bombings of 1944 destroyed about 70% of the archive’s holdings, including the Acta Ecclesiastica, which documented the birth of Protestantism in Frankfurt. Historians interested in the religious changes of the 16th century need to use either non-civic sources (like the records of the Dutch and French Reformed communities in Frankfurt, which were not housed at the archive) or reproductions of the original sources, which can be found in the appendices of many pre-WWII histories of Frankfurt. My book relied on documents from an imperial court case in 1720. The Dutch and French Reformed (i.e. Calvinists) sued the city of Frankfurt at the imperial supreme court, and both the sides collected and printed documents from the Reformation that they believed helped their case.

Reformation Wall

Henri Bouchard and Paul Landowski  (CC BY-SA)

JBW: Frankfurt am Main received French-, Dutch-, and English-speaking Protestant refugees throughout the 1550s, 1560s, and 1570s. Many of the earliest refugees were the so-called “Marian exiles.” Who were these early exiles, what brought them to Frankfurt am Main, and how long did they stay in Hesse?

MS: These exiles were the earliest Protestants (though they did not call themselves that), and they were fleeing Catholic rulers. The point of contention was the Catholic mass. The refugees in my book refused to attend the Catholic mass, because they rejected the idea that a priest could perform a ritual on an altar that would summon forth the actual body of Jesus. These people considered this idolatrous and believed the mass should be replaced by a simplified eucharist, which would focus on the Bible and memorialize the Last Supper. The Catholic authorities began to violently persecute those who did not attend the mass, and these early Protestants faced a choice: be martyred at home or flee abroad. Thousands fled to Frankfurt, which as an independent city (it was not then part of Hesse) could rule its own religious affairs, to an extent. In the case of English Protestants fleeing the Catholic Queen Mary I of England (the Marian exiles), they returned when she died and was replaced by the Protestant Queen Elizabeth I of England. Thus, they were in Frankfurt for just five years. Other refugees from the Low Countries settled in Frankfurt and have descendants who still live in the city.

JBW: Professor Scholz, how did Lutheran elites and ordinary citizens in Frankfurt am Main first react to the presence of Calvinist refugees? What subsequently changed over the next few decades?

MS: At first, they welcomed them. They considered these newcomers brethren, who had suffered under the cruel rule of tyrannical Catholics like Charles V and Mary Tudor. But it proved difficult to live alongside these newcomers, many of whom were richer than the citizens of Frankfurt. When Frankfurters witnessed the church services of the refugees, they realized that these people practiced Christianity differently. Frankfurters were scandalized that the refugees took the bread of the eucharist into their own hands. And they were further disgusted that the refugees brought their screaming children with them into the churches. Frankfurt’s pastors were the first to turn on the newcomers, demanding that they conform to Frankfurt’s ritualistic practices or leave the city. The pastors whipped up a popular hatred of the refugees.

Martin Bucer

Unknown Artist (Public Domain)

JBW: I think some readers who are relatively unfamiliar with the history of the Protestant Reformation may be surprised to learn about the high degree of confessional strife and rivalry between Calvinists and Lutherans. Could you thus explain to us how officials in Frankfurt am Main ultimately circumscribed Calvinist worship and freedom?

MS: The refugees and native Frankfurters split into two religious camps that we now call Calvinist (they called themselves Reformed) and Lutheran (they called themselves Evangelical), and this division became violent at times. For Americans, living in a country that has separated religion from government, it can be hard to imagine how little differences in worship or belief could have resulted in legal trouble, expulsion, or worse. Once Frankfurt’s leaders concluded that the refugees were “Calvinists” they banned them from applying for citizenship and closed their churches. Periodic riots against the refugee community resulted in deaths and the burning down of a small chapel the Reformed had built outside the city wall.

JBW: How would you characterize the Calvinist refugees’ religious and civic impact upon Frankfurt am Main? Can we still detect their legacy in the city today?

MS: They enriched Frankfurt enormously by bringing in goods and industry from the Low Countries. The Low Countries were the most industrially advanced part of Europe, and the Protestants who fled places like Antwerp took their industrial know-how with them into German cities like Frankfurt. And when Frankfurt began to harass these newcomers, they settled in little towns outside of Frankfurt, towns which became (and still are) hubs of industry, like Hanau and Offenbach.

Frankfurt on the Main, c. 1617

Matthäus Merian (Public Domain)

JBW: What lessons can we draw from the experiences of the Calvinist refugees in Frankfurt am Main that could perhaps be applied to our own era?

MS: Welcoming, resettling, and integrating refugees into a city can be very difficult and may provoke problems that persist for generations. But it is not impossible. The internal cultural organizations of a refugee community (like the Calvinist consistory in 16th-century Frankfurt) can help facilitate financial support for refugees, management of their affairs, and integration into the host city. We need to confront the reality that it may take generations for refugees and their descendants to embrace (and be embraced by) host societies.

JBW: Professor Scholz, thanks so much for your time and consideration! I wish you many happy adventures in writing and research.

MS: Thank you so much for your questions.

Professor Maximilian Miguel Scholz

Association of University Presses (Copyright, fair use)

Biographical précis:

Professor Maximilian Miguel Scholz specializes in the social and religious history of early modern Europe and teaches at Florida State University. His first book, Strange Brethren: Refugees, Religious Bonds, and Reformation in Frankfurt, 1554-1608 (University of Virginia Press, 2022) explores the fate and impact of Reformation refugees by looking at one center of European refugee life, the city of Frankfurt am Main. His second book, tentatively titled The Great Refugee Realignment: How Forced Migrants Transformed Government in Northern Europe, 1550-1750 uses refugee treaties collected from archives across Europe to illuminate the ways refugees transformed governments, stimulating the growth of centralized bureaucracies and contributing new ideas about political membership and new systems for managing religious, ethnic, and migration-status diversity.

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Bean's Insta

Finally gotten around to completing and posting my next bean fic. (if you ever come across my dog's instagram account, you get bonus points, but I post on it very sporadically.)

Also on AO3

It was a q-word shift today, and everyone was well-aware and wise enough not to say anything about it, even Ravi (who might have had the fear of his life put into him by Hen and Chimney after what happened three years ago). So far it was nearing 1 p.m. and the bell hadn’t even gone off once. 

They had all finished their assigned station chores hours ago, Buck had helped Bobby cook lunch, and all the dishes had been cleaned and put away, and they were all left with absolutely nothing to do until they were called out. 

Hen and Chimney were in the middle of another race on Mario Kart, Buck had been kicked off three races ago after coming in fifth for the fourth time, and had Eddie take his place. So he was bored, and only slightly sulking on the corner of his couch when he felt a notification chime from his phone in his pocket. 

He fished his phone out and saw that it was some dude he went to the Academy with and hadn’t talked to in months (probably years) that had liked a photo he posted last week. He clicked on it, and before Buck realized what he was doing, he was in a rabbit hole of watching random reels on instagram. 

Over half of the reels he had no interest in. Some mid-twenties girl posting a shopping haul, someone ranting about their job and the likes. Then a video of a dog popped up that made him watch the entire thing. Buck didn’t even know why, it was just a video of the probable owner recording the dog’s butt on a walk as they probably had some voice in the background talking about who knows what since Buck had his volume muted. 

But something must have tripped on his algorithm that noticed the amount of time he had watched that video, for more videos of dogs started coming up, videos that Buck couldn’t find it in himself to skip. 

Buck didn’t know what it was about the dogs that drew him in, over half of them only had the dogs sleeping on couches or dog beds, but ever since he had met Bean three weeks ago, Buck found himself fascinated by the species. And it didn’t matter the breed either - golden retrievers, huskies, german shepherds, and of course the little wiener dogs.

“What’s got you smiling over there?” he heard Hen’s voice suddenly ask and he could feel her stare on him, knocking him out of the trance Buck had fallen into.

“What?” he said, turning his gaze away from his phone to her. 

She leveled him with a gaze. “You’ve been looking down at that thing and smiling for the last five minutes,” She said as she quietly made her way over to him, Eddie and Chimney still focused on the videogame. “Let me guess, You’re talking to Tommy.” 

Buck’s face flushed. “No,” he said. If anything could make his day better, it would be being able to talk to Tommy. But he was on shift as well today, and Harbor was actually busy. “I’m not.” 

Hen obviously looked like she didn’t believe him. “Then what are you doing?” she asked.

“Just watching funny dog videos,” Buck said. 

Hen rolled her eyes, but didn’t press the issue any more. “Sure, I’ll believe that,” she said as she walked away. 

When Buck was fairly confident that she was leaving him alone, he turned back to his phone. The next dog was cute, a small beagle that was just learning the consequences of knocking his water bowl over. Buck smiled as he watched it, giving the dog a like. Then he moved onto the next video. 

It was a dachshund, and looked very similar to Tommy’s dog, Buck couldn’t help but think. Same coloring and everything. The video was of the dog and it’s owner on some sort of hike, they had come across a muddy puddle the owner was trying to coax the dog across, and the dog obviously wasn’t having any of it. 

Then Buck noticed something else, The dog was wearing the same green and blue collar Bean wore, and the same orange harness Tommy put Bean in when they went on walks. And was that… that was the leash Tommy used!

Hell, that dog was Bean!

What was Bean doing on instagram?

Tommy wasn’t one of those people that was one for social media. Sure, he had all the regular accounts: Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, and Buck had friended and followed him on all of them. But that didn’t mean that Tommy was on social media a lot. 

He had maybe fifteen pictures posted in all of the ten years he had an instagram account, and two of those Buck forced him to post. Before those, the last post Tommy probably made was the day he got Bean. 

Buck swiped right on the video of the Bean doppelganger, but sure enough, it wasn’t a doppelganger. 

Bean had an instagram account.

A surprising successful instagram account. 

Only 98 posts with over 1,200 followers. The last one was a video posted this morning. 

So that left the question… 

Why hadn’t Tommy told Buck about this? 

How dare the man keep this secret. 

Buck took a screenshot of the account page and then went to the text thread he had been talking to Tommy on earlier. He sent the man the screenshot he had just taken along with a message. 

Evan: When were you going to tell me about this? 

Tommy texted back ten minutes later. 

Tommy: Oh

Tommy: you found that

Oh? 

… Oh?

What did Tommy mean ‘oh’? 

Buck tapped out a message back in response. 

Evan: Why yes, I FOUND it. 

Evan: So again… when we’re you going to tell me about this? 

Buck watched as the bubbles popped up, indicating Tommy was typing out a response. Then they disappeared. Then they came up again. Before disappearing. 

Then Tommy’s response came through. 

Tommy: I was just trying to figure out a way to tell you about it.

And what in the world did that mean? 

Another message from Tommy popped up before Buck could ask anything. 

Tommy: some people just make it a big deal

Buck wasn’t really sure what Tommy meant by that either. That Tommy felt Bean was important enough to warrant him making his dog an instagram, or that apparently 1200 other people felt that Bean was important enough to warrant an instagram account for a dog as well. 

Evan: of course it’s a big deal

Evan: Bean is worth at least 10k followers not 1200

Evan: just let me help you and we can get his follower count up

Buck then found himself back watching more dog reels, trying to come up with more ideas for videos to feature Bean in. At least until Eddie came over and knocked him out of his concentration. 

“What’re you doing there Buck?” he asked. 

“Huh?” Buck looked up from his phone at Eddie. 

“You’re looking at your phone pretty… intensely.” 

“Oh it’s just that I was looking into this thing for-”

“If it’s another one of your research spirals, I’m alright,” Eddie cut him off as he held his hands up. 

“It’s not that,” Buck said. “Or not exactly. I want to help Tommy with his instagram account for Bean.” 

“Tommy made an instagram account for a bean?” Eddie asked. “What?”

Buck rolled his eyes. “No Eddie, not ‘a bean.’ Bean. Tommy’s dog.”

Eddie lifted an eyebrow. “Tommy has a dog named Bean? He’s never mentioned it.” 

Buck held up his phone to show Eddie a picture of the dog. “Well he does. His name is Bean, and he’s a little dachshund.” 

Eddie looked at the photo. “Huh,” he shrugged. “Out of all the dogs I can imagine Tommy having, I wouldn’t have imagined one of those.”

[amadea-nachtmusik]

COMPREHENSIVE DESCRIPTION OF MOZART'S FUNERAL

The funeral of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, held on December 6, 1791, was a modest and somber event shaped by the social and economic circumstances of the time and the lack of resources available to his family.

PREPARATIONS AND ORGANIZATION

ECONOMIC CIRCUMSTANCES:

Mozart died leaving his family in a precarious financial situation. His wife, Constanze, had very little money to cover basic costs.

The funeral expenses amounted to 8 florins and 36 kreutzers, corresponding to the "third-class burial," a common and economical option for the Viennese middle class.

LOCATION AND DATE:

The funeral took place at St. Stephen’s Cathedral (Stephansdom) in Vienna.

A brief blessing ceremony was held in a side chapel of the north transept on December 6, 1791, the day after his death.

BURIAL DECISION:

Mozart was buried in St. Marx Cemetery (St. Marxer Friedhof), located on the outskirts of Vienna.

No individual grave was purchased; instead, he was interred in a communal grave, a standard practice for third-class burials.

THE DAY OF THE FUNERAL

WEATHER CONDITIONS:

The ceremony occurred during a snowstorm with heavy rain, making attendance difficult and prompting the few attendees to abandon the procession before reaching the burial site.

ATTENDEES:

Gottfried van Swieten: A close friend and patron of Mozart, known for supporting his career and organizing the funeral.

Franz Xaver Süssmayr: Mozart’s disciple and collaborator, who later completed the Requiem.

Antonio Salieri: Despite the controversial relationship often ascribed to him and Mozart, Salieri attended the funeral as a gesture of respect.

Joseph Deiner: A servant and close friend of the Mozart family who assisted with funeral preparations and provided accounts of the events.

Other musicians and close friends: The full list of attendees remains undocumented, but low attendance is attributed to the severe weather and the funeral customs of the period.

ST. MARX CEMETERY

COMMUNAL GRAVE:

Mozart was buried in a communal grave designed to hold 15 to 20 bodies, a typical arrangement for third-class burials.

These graves were reused approximately every 10 years, with remains relocated, which explains why Mozart’s exact resting place remains unknown.

LACK OF MARKER:

Mozart’s grave was not marked with a cross or a headstone, due to both the customs of the time and the family’s limited financial means.

ATTEMPTS TO LOCATE THE GRAVE:

Years later, Constanze Mozart attempted to locate her husband’s grave, but the original gravedigger was no longer employed, leaving the site unidentified.

SUBSEQUENT REACTIONS

PRESS REPORTS:

The Wiener Zeitung published a brief obituary, recognizing Mozart as a musical genius and lamenting the irreparable loss to the world of music.

A letter from Prague (dated December 12, 1791) highlighted Vienna’s negligence in appreciating Mozart’s talent during his lifetime, emphasizing that his death would make many realize his significance.

IMPACT ON THE FAMILY:

Constanze was profoundly affected by Mozart’s death. Initially bedridden with grief, she received assistance from Van Swieten, who helped organize a benefit concert. The proceeds allowed her to settle debts and secure a future for herself and her children.

HISTORICAL INTERPRETATION

Mozart’s funeral reflects the 18th-century Viennese burial customs, which rarely distinguished between social classes except for the nobility. While the event was understated, its historical significance is immense: it marked the end of a brilliant life and the beginning of an eternal musical legacy. The contrast between the modesty of his burial and the grandeur of his work remains a powerful symbol of a genius not fully recognized in his lifetime.

SOURCES

1. Otto Jahn – The Life of Mozart

2. H.C. Robbins Landon – Mozart: The Final Years

3. Christoph Wolff – Mozart’s Requiem: Historical and Analytical Studies

4. David Schroeder – Mozart's Death: A Corrective Look

5. Historical records from St. Marx Cemetery and St. Stephen’s Cathedral archives

Thank you Alex Rosas Navarro FB @Mozart Group

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Rammblings Nijmegen 2024-06-19

Now this was good weather for being outdoors 😊

a lot different from the day before

so i took my time checking out all the merch, food, drink etc stuff at the venue 😊

The sun was very bright, straight at the stage, so i'm not surprised most of them wore sunglasses, i see Richard squinting in clips from the first few songs, i think he's like me in not liking that much sun in the face. As the sun was setting and shadows were growing larger, the shadow of one tower was exactly near Richard's spot, and i think he moved there for a song. Sun also made it difficult to see the big screens for the first part of the show, which was a shame, this really is the time of year when the sunset is quite late, when i was in the shuttle to the station afterwards (about 23:15) it was still somewhat light out. In that aspect yesterday's dark skies were better.

This time i was on the other tribune, right next to the stairs (woohoo!). Still a bit behind a tower, which unfortunately meant i couldn't see Olli's spot 🥺 but i could see the others quite well, Till and Schneider too

Everybody seemed in a great mood, Paul very playful stomping around his part of the stage. Flake and Till having a cosy walk (and Paul chasing after Flake on the way back). I think on one of the first songs Richard went to Flake's station and Flake came down his stairs briefly to him 🥰

my 2nd show in a row, now i'm sure there were some sound issues on tuesday, because this time i could very clearly hear Richard's 'Links' solo (loves his solo, Ausländer too, at the end he went to Schneider's drumkit, to have a little eye contact 🥰 I think there also was more pyro and/or lights than yesterday, wonder if stuff didn't work because of the rain (don't remember). Also still very much love Richard's Puppe backing vocals, don't be surprised if i'll be posting on that more often in the next days 🥰

Also think i saw Flake and Richard get together at the final salut, don't know if there was a hug, i hope so 🥰 but i couldn't tell.

Personally didn't move or dance like the day before (when we were a bit like that 'aristocats meet rammstein' cartoon) i was a few rows from the top and people behind me stayed in their seats so i figured i shouldn't stand up and block their views, which made it a little less fun for me personally (maybe i should have just stood up anyway, don't know). So although it was a textbook Rammstein show, everybody in great spirits, everything working fine (afaik), i am happy that i did both shows, because the first one with all it's imperfections was a bit more fun for me personally 😊 (what can i say, i like the imperfections)

Radio and Ausländer again worked great live, isn't it funny how some songs may be better on an album, but don't translate to the stage, and these, that may be not as spectacular on record, just have "it" on stage 🥰 Loved all the great bangers like Sonne, Du Hast, and Wiener Blut sounds soooo good live. I had hoped to see the silliness of Mein Teil cheering squad, but unfortunately that didn't happen. I admire the piano ladies for their enthusiasm, it's quite difficult to get the crowd excited, kudos to Richard for getting them a bit of extra applause on b stage 🥰

Saw Schneider pick up a passenger again in the boats, and although i normally don't like when he does that, this girl was so cute in her snowwhite outfit, Till got her to wave to the camera and everybody cheered for her 🌺 (Till also headbutted Paul's mic when it was left unguarded, but i don't think he was injured)

So all in all, great show, with even greater music 🥰 And i finally got to see my fave band live 🥰

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and on a personal note, i had some anxiety up front about getting there and back with such a large crowd, but i took enough time before (was already there at least an hour before the show started which with seats is absolutely not necessary, many people only came to their seat when Rammstein started, but it was quite relaxed that way) and on the way outi let everybpdy sort of flood down the seats and the field and then got down, and because i was by myself, i could zigzag around the crowds and get to the shuttles quite easily. All friendly people, everyone in a good mood 😊 Even the linesat the toilets were very quick (yes that is important) 😊

So now on to the journey back home after two great days 😊 but i admire fans who do several shows and venues back-to-back, i couldn't do it (and that's not just because my age being 'younger than most of Rammstein') 😄

[firstknightvulion]

Now at the end of the good ending, P becomes fully human. And I love how it goes from “Your Springs are Reacting” to “You Feel Warmth”.

But it happens in stages. Sensation on the skin. Breathing. Hair and fingernails growing. The experience of becoming human is such a profound one.

So, of course, I’m gonna make a funny.

Just, imagine. Our boy listening to a record, pondering existence. The songs ends and suddenly the crotch of his pants is much more restrictive.

Much hilarity.

Hotel Krat. Sophia is gazing at the Stargazer, lost in thought. The music from the record player dances in the air, filling the main hall with a pleasant atmosphere.

P: WHAT IS HAPPENING?!?!?

Sophia: *blinking several times as she is torn from her wondering on the nature of people. A breathless, panicking P standing in front of her* What has happened, Puppet of Geppetto?

P: I-I-I was listening to the new record I found and the..the song finished. And it finished and it was, it was like that time with my hair. Just, uh, grew. It grew!

Sophia: What has grown? Your hair looks the same length.

P: Uuuuuuuuh, uh. I don’t…I don’t know…um. Well, it’s…*suddenly drops his pants to reveal a new set man meat*

Sophia: *face that can only be described as dial up modem noise* Yeah, okay. No. I am in no way qualified to even begin explaining this. Venigni!

Venigni: *saunters over* What can the great genius, Lorenzini Venigni, help you with- *eyes widening upon witnessing P’s new Joystick* My friend you have gained a mighty new sword, it seems.

P: WEAPON?! I have to fight with this?!

Sophia: It is a metaphor!

Venigini: No, dear lady! His trouser snake will be used on the battlefield of love!

P: Snake?! This is an animal growing out of me? Am I becoming a mother?!?

Sophia: NO!!! It is a regular part of human anatomy that am I too embarrassed to describe the function of!

P: You mean it’s a regular human part? Like a finger or nose?

Sophia: Yes! All boys have them.

Venigini: *adjusting his glasses* Though few are as large. You’re particular sausage is more of a bratwurst than wiener.

P: Oooo, I like both of those. Wait, can this be eaten?

Venigini: Tasted more like. If you play your cards right.

Sophia: You need to stop talking.

Venigini: He needs guidance! And trust me, I am well versed in the use of the Jackhammer!

P: How many names does it have?!

Sophia: STOP! HELPING!

Eugenie: What is all this yelling?! I’m trying to work!

P: *turns to Eugenie. Suddenly noticing how much he likes her face. The line of her neck. Her lips. Her eyes*

Eugenie: *Eyes bulging, eyes darting from his eyes to his crotch rapidly before settling on the crotch. Her eyes growing even more*

P: *noticing a strange sensation between his legs. Looks down*

…

…

P: WHY IS IT GROWING AND BECOMING HARD!?!?!

Some time later…

Geppetto: …

P: …

Geppetto: So…the birds and the bee’s…

I hope you enjoyed my interpretation of the momentous occasion for our puppet turned real boy. Tune in next time when he discovers the joys and despairs of a digestive system after a night of taco’s.

[watermotif]

hi! what's your favourite version of mahler's 5th? 🎤

Hiii dear!! Great question....lowkey i just stick to the recording i heard first, which would be daniel barenboim & the chicago symphony orchestra from 1998! But i've also had pierre boulez & the wiener philharmoniker from 1997 on rotation ^_^

Do you have a particular favorite version that i should give a listen to??🤸‍♂️🤸‍♂️

[dysco-lymonade]

How did the hotdog get the job despite having a criminal record?

It was just a misde-wiener! 😅

‘Ankle monitor AU’ AU

[brokehorrorfan]

Village of the Damned will be released on 4K Ultra HD + Blu-ray on September 24 via Scream Factory. The 1995 film is a remake of the 1960 sci-fi/horror classic, itself based on John Wyndham's 1957 novel The Midwich Cuckoos.

Master of horror John Carpenter directs from a script by David Himmelstein (Bad Company). Christopher Reeve, Linda Kozlowski, Kirstie Alley, Michael Paré, Mark Hamill, and John Falk star.

Shout Factory carries an exclusive edition that includes a 7" featuring two newly recorded songs from the soundtrack by John Carpenter (limited to 1,000) along with a second slipcover featuring art by Orlando Arocena and two 18x24 posters. It costs $74.98.

Village of the Damned has been newly transferred from the 35mm original camera negative in Dolby Vision. Special features are listed below.

Disc 1 - 4K UHD:

Audio commentary by filmmakers Jackson Stewart (Beyond the Gates) and Francis Galluppi (The Last Stop in Yuma County) (new)

Disc 2 - Blu-ray:

Audio commentary by filmmakers Jackson Stewart (Beyond the Gates) and Francis Galluppi (The Last Stop in Yuma County) (new)

Interview with screenwriter David Himmelstein (new)

Interview with film music historian Daniel Schweiger (new)

It Takes A Village: The Making of Village of the Damned - Interviews with director John Carpenter, producer Sandy King, actors Michael Pare, Peter Jason, Karen Kahn, Meredith Salenger, Thomas Dekker, Cody Dorkin, Lindsey Haun, and Danielle Wiener-Keaton, and make-up effects artist Greg Nicotero

The Go To Guy: Peter Jason on John Carpenter

Horror’s Hallowed Grounds filming location visit

Vintage interviews with director John Carpenter, actors Christopher Reeves, Kirstie Alley, Linda Kozlowski, and Mark Hamill, and original screenwriter Wolf Rilla

Vintage behind-the-scenes footage

Theatrical trailer

Image gallery

Something is terribly wrong in the tiny village of Midwich. After an unseen force invades the quiet town, ten women mysteriously find themselves pregnant. Local physician Dr. Alan Chaffee (Christopher Reeve) and government scientist Dr. Susan Verner (Kirstie Alley) join forces when the women simultaneously give birth... and the reign of supernatural terror begins.

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