|VON HUMBOLDT PICNIC
25 - 95 sec
Gingerbreadlagoon at Malabarcoast. Da Gama leaning against palm - Finally.
Up into the deep-frozen unflat of the himalaya. Monk Punks. Drunken chasms with mohawk and alphorn - Finally.
Moscow. The Underground at midnight. Sinister lure. Ice-blossom and rail services. Irina smile - Finally.
// In the footprints of the explorers and fantasizers, the Mardi Gras.bb caravan swings from the top of the world right into the beating heart of darkness. Doctor Wenz - in a beige Paletot, with a tropic topee and a tsetse-veil, optionally high on camel and/or elephant - sways his neck with the step of the animal.
Behind, on a manila rope, the group of explorers:
In the ivory shadow of the referent Krug: The band. Followed by James Fenimore Cooper, Jules Verne, Karl May, Herman Melville, Jack London (as the ambassador of modern fiction), Da Gama, Columbus, Magellan, (the frostbitten) Scott and Amundsen, Hedin, Marco Polo, Lindbergh and Heyerdahl.
...everyone is here by choice.
Von Humboldt Picnic, the last album of Mardi Gras.bb, stumbles up and down the time stream (filled with mischief and lots of good friends), between lottery and life, between botanist s container and bomb terror, between container dream and beloved venality. On and on and on...Mardi Gras.bb discovered the Transhimalaya, the springs of the rivers Brahmaputra, Indus, Sutlej and the lake Lop Nor, as well as the remains of towns, tombs and forgotten towers in the deserts.
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