mszulen at gmail.com
Fri Mar 22 15:26:39 CET 2019
forgot to attach this pic.
Two emperors. The joung one seems to be into art too (music and painting).
He got good influence from Gert :)
pt., 22 mar 2019 o 12:04 Marek Szulen <mszulen at gmail.com> napisał(a):
> First time I met Gert in 2000, when organizing the electronic music
> festival in Poland.
> Waveworld was the main act.
> Since then, we were all the time in contact.
> Also Gert was one of the guys, who invited me to the Netherlands in 2001
> to spend some time together recording music.
> This was the seed, that grew up in me and made my decission to move from
> Poland to the Netherlands in 2010.
> The thing that hurts now is that we were living so close, but we didn't
> have many chances to visit each other in that period.
> Yesterday, I've been thinking about Gert when walking in the park. This
> was a sudden and very short thought, like a lightning.
> Later I've got the devastating news. Now, I think this was Gert saying
> As Rolf from WW said on face book - Gert is free now. Free of burden, free
> of pain. We will meet him, probably, one day again in different life.
> Venray, NL
> pt., 22 mar 2019 o 11:16 Jay Vaughan <ibisum at gmail.com> napisał(a):
>> Like some of us, I knew Gert through the years as a bold, adventurous
>> spirit who was capable of immense kindness and sanity in the face of the
>> hostile universe. I was always attracted to his delight at recounting
>> happy tales, his willingness to share the sunshine and other simple
>> beautiful things in the world with his friends and loved ones, and his
>> infinite capacity for weaving creative threads into the crazy times we
>> had. His love of music, of good wine, good times and the attention of his
>> fine lady Kristin, with whom he always seemed capable of engaging in a
>> giggle, as is the sign of a true gentleman.
>> Gert and I first introduced ourselves to each other in 1997 on the
>> music-bar mailing list, a community he and I both had much hope for - so
>> long ago now, it doesn’t seem real that we were ever strangers. Perhaps we
>> never were. I was living in LA at the time, and grew my friendship with
>> him and others on the music-bar remotely, a distant, faceless Internet
>> person, discussing music and music technology and so many other things -
>> for the most part, familiar to each other but strangers anyway. That
>> changed for Gert and I when I moved to Germany and paid him one of my first
>> social visits once I arrived in his neighborhood. We knew right away, that
>> eventful night in Arnhem when he picked me up from the train station and
>> took me in with his lady Kristin in Ede-Wageningen, that we were going to
>> be pals for a long time. Well, not long enough, anyway. And, we were
>> instant pals - there was no pretence, no judgement. Just acceptance, and
>> trust. Gert was very good at that.
>> I remember with much joy and happy tears the time we had, on our way to
>> Zürich to meet other music-bar members - some of us, again, meeting for the
>> first time (Music-Bar Peace Tour 2003). I benefited greatly from his
>> insight into our little social group and the structure, as he would have
>> said, of all our relationships. I’ll never forget his incessant snoring on
>> the overnight train, and how he lit up with joy at a simple breakfast as we
>> rolled through Switzerland together. Our trips together to Cambridge for
>> Synth-DIY meet-ups were some of the happiest times I’ve had - just a bunch
>> of mates hanging out, nerding out over synthesisers and the people who
>> built them.
>> And the weekends I’ve spent with Gert and Kristin in their comfortable
>> home, so welcoming, will always be a part of my fond memories of moving to
>> Europe, a stranger becoming friends and eventually, in some ways, family.
>> Sure, we had our political, creative and musical differences - Gert and I
>> never saw eye to eye on a few things, precisely, which are so irrelevant
>> now. But the thing we always knew was that we had more in common than any
>> other difference, and no matter what we would always come around to
>> forgiving each other and focusing on the things that really mattered - the
>> reasons we had for being friends, rather than the differences that would
>> have driven us further apart. The music and the technology and the art and
>> science of life in the modern world - so much changing, drastically, every
>> day - and the two of us doing what we could to keep up with it all, keep a
>> handle on it, and continue our lives as contributing members of a society
>> we believed in. Our little group.
>> I was lucky to have seen Gert last week, as I paid him a visit upon
>> hearing the news of his poor health. Just like all the fond times, I’ll
>> also have our last moments together - the recognition in his weary, sick
>> and battled eyes, that it was me, really there, really come to pay him a
>> visit in the physical world. We hadn’t heard much of each other over the
>> last year or so - the occasional ping to be sure - but our friendship
>> didn’t need a lot of high-level maintenance after all. It was such that we
>> could enjoy each others company for a few hours every year and know full
>> well we’d do it again next year. Somewhere else weird, perhaps, maybe with
>> our music-bar buddies - maybe not. But we knew we’d survive if we didn’t
>> get the chance to meet in the real universe, also - such was the nature of
>> our friendship. We always had the music-bar. And indeed, music-bar is a
>> different thing now, with him gone. I will always have the memory of my
>> friend in his final days, reaching for me with a strong grip and clear eye,
>> and letting me know he was still there, underneath it all, no matter how
>> sick he was.
>> Well, dear Gert - old friend - we won’t get the chance to sit in the
>> European spring sunshine again, drinking odd beers, arguing about the
>> latest and greatest music technology, discussing aliens and conspiracy
>> theories until one of us is blue in the face or there other, drunk. We
>> won’t have a chance to groan and moan about our musical outputs - and
>> you’ll never hear the album I’ve started this year.
>> But I dedicate a little bit of all those times ahead of me, where you
>> could’ve been there, to your memory and your presence. If ever there were
>> a reason for religion, remembering friends like Gert would be one of them.
>> I know he’d hate me saying that, but I also know he’d agree, a little bit,
>> from his own perspective. And for those neat tweaks in life, I will miss
>> you Gert, my friend.
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