This is what is making me so cross. Streef la Belle has said (and I must say it is not what I believe) that Klaus gave him rights for music from Die Sexorcist.

It is the case that when the film was released and so soon after the death of beloved Friedrich, Klaus could not bear to bring out the music on vinyl. But now having made the Oeuvre series, both Helmut and myself thought the time was right to remaster and finally release the great music marrying Gothic Horror and the Disco Style (amazing).

So la Belle is claiming to have Klaus' signature on a napkin... Pupu corrects me. It is a beermat. On this beermat is a squiggle. It is most certainly not the signaure of Klaus. And the lawyers believe him. So now this horrid Funky Beat Mix thing is going to release Die Sexocist music before we do.

If I could only talk to Helmut about these matter but he is currently 'dark' and in his room and would not come out for fear of 'streetlamps burning his mind'. Pupu says I must be loving for him and also strong toward him but it is not as easy as it sounds!

I think I must only be content with some muesli tonight. There is no justice.

Peace,

Jan Sink

It's not like at all what we wanted. Now this smooth guy from Straldo Em Hitz is saying he wants to do a Klaus party compilation and there is nothing we can do about this.

(I signed something different with the royalty men) It's most definitely not in the spirit of the current Klaus Harmony collection which seeks to show the artful side of such a wonderful composer and what he created. Klaus was fond to make sure that the narrative comes through in his work and was not only about funny funky music (though it is true some of his output is fun and funky).

Still, as the guardian of his work I must be in mind of Suzanne Watkins-Robb and her new swimming pool. Brentwood (Essex, not California) is a beautiful vistas and Pupu now wishes we have had our London pad there.

I am sad to say such a thing but I believe that if Streef la Belle wants to make his release on Straldo Em Hitz, I would eat his hat. "My hat", Pupu corrects me. Hers is English better than my own.

Peace,

Jan Sink