There is some guy in Denmark (what's his name!?) who was obviously very taken with the music and art of Klaus and has named himself Klaus Encounters - this is a tribute act to Klaus Harmony which is, if I may say so, most touching indeed. Pupu believes he is just a leech parasite living off the name of a genius but I disagree. He keeps the flame alive and, most important to me, helps me to live up to my promise to Klaus, that I should maintain the funk at always. Try his link homepage here which has some interesting stuff about this most special guy. Klaus Encounters. Even the music is lovingly put together, though I should say it is dreadfully crappy and would have given Klaus a good laugh indeed! No matter.

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Pupu has tried to persuade me not to do my eating experiments. She believes it will be bad for my psyche. But I am determined to understand when I will be hungry. To this end I have hired a most beautiful girl from Basildon with a white coat and a stopwatch (she used to work in a vetinary surgery) and she will record when I am hungry so I may understand when best to eat. I was determined that she should provide her own clipboard but she wants to be an employee rather than self employed (where she could have claimed the expense) but she is more beautiful than I expected and she posseses her own spectacles which, though I did not expressly require, will certainly help her look the part. She is called Mandy and is a very classy lady.
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Today Helmut took the first in a driving course at Stanstead. He wanted to cover the windscreen with silver foil and instead use a CCTV device by Jerrick Vander strapped to the car bonnet to navigate but of course that are most strict here in regulations (and they mock the EU?) and insisted he must use his own eyes for the driving. I think he still believes he will make them agree to tin foil on the rear window at least but I am most dubious I must say. These men live for burocracy.
Pupu is calling and I must fetch her a glass of Pimms which she always takes to the sunbed with her.

Peace,

Jan Sink
 
 
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Anyone who has been reading any entries by me soon or recently will surely know that I and Pupu are sometimes a bit 'on the rocks'. Well I make no apologies for this and nor she does also for we are a very loving and solid couple (as a rock you might say!) and those who know us would say so.

But she does test my good faith at times and I must say of all times recently when she remarked to a woman at the make up counter on Harrods that I was in the business of porn. Well, of course, it is not so. And for that matter, and more importantly, is the pressing matter that Klaus Harmony was not either. It is true that he was called the 'Mozart of Porn' in the 70's:

"The score to Die Sins des Apostles marks the coming of age of a prodigy. If Klaus Harmony is the Mozart of porn, this is his Haffner Symphony."

Bobbi Lerner, Helter Skelter Magazine, 1973


BUT! He would no question have questioned this as he believed himself to be an 'erotik expressionist' and was very artful. Every instance of tits and fanny in the films of Friedrich Wohlfäht was competely justified - similar to the wonderful films of Kenny Russell. All Klaus did was to make wonderful pro-feminist music for these and to be derided by Pupu makes me quite cross.

But still I love her and she is without doubt the most beautiful woman I am yet to meet so I should say I am lucky to be something like married to her.

She did wonder if I was gay recently. She noticed that at night, at times, I sometimes 'rummage down there' on myself at the behind and was thinking perhaps I may crave that which she could not give me. It did make me howl with a laugh that after all those years she would think so. I simply explained that I sometimes have a need to apply an oily bullet (are these supposetrees?) because things are often a little arid. No matter. I am not gay, of course. I should point out that I do not mind this comparison necessarily and some of my near friends are gay in any case.

So. It is as it will be, as they say overseas! Now I think I may have to visit Helmut who has been claiming of a bad tummy pain since Sunday. I think it is near springtime and he needs a walk around the building as he has not been outside since November - but hey, who am I to argue?

Peace,

Jan Sink

 
 

People have asked me about Helmut (below) as he is most sincerely an eccentric person who does not enjoy the limelight in any way. He is certainly by now a recluse and lives in a single room at the headquarters of HarmonSink in Amsterdam (he calls this his Kleine Ruimteflat) but it is really merely a room with a basin and WC.

Although he has many of Klaus Harmony's (his father) traits and personality tendencies, he inherited much from his Godfather, Friedrich Wohlfäht, who was also most eccentric and sometimes reclusive also.

By the time he was in his mid-twenties (he is now in his late-thirties) he was wanting to stay inside and sometimes not wash his hair. Originally we thought this was perhaps because he was fond of the legendary progressive hard rock supergroup, Marillion. We did invite the lead singer, Fish, to visit and try to coax poor Helmut from his tent in the car park but, despite many attempts by the kind rock icon, it was not possible sadly.

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It is true that it is difficult often at times to communicate with Helmut about the business side of running HarmonSink and selling Klaus Harmony music but we have found a way to make this work. Generally a man is posted outside the door of Helmut's Kleine Ruimteflat and can recieve emails and SMS text messages on his handheld device. He will then write these onto a clean sheet of paper (using raspberry juice as Helmut does not like ink) which can be passed under the door into a chamber which conects to Helmut's room which he will enter to retrieve this.

I was charged with custody and care of young Helmut when Klaus died in 1984 so I am family to the boy. Sometimes Pupu believes I am harsh and disloyal to him but I do love him and am only the victim of my own frustrations.

But we do work very effectively together and I am very proud of him.

I must visit him now to drop off this month's supply of Muesli on which he subsists completely.

Peace,

Jan Sink
 
Back Again 05/07/2009
 

Pupu has called and she is has agreed to come back with a proviso or few.

1. First she wants no negativity against my business partner and surrogate son, Helmut. Agreed.

2. She want more cash for day to day being about in coffee houses, wine bars and department stores. Agreed.

3. She wants to say that Bogdan the maintainance man can come to give her 'life advice'. Agreed.

4. She wants my tennis club membership card. No!'

Why is she so against the man who is for peace and loving more than all things? All I do is love her and she turns me aside so much.

What I think of course is that Streef la Belle should do the idea of Godfrey Gilliam on a head to head TV interview where all things count. It would be Godfrey's opportunity for a livetime.

BUT! Streef is accepting and GG is saying, 'no thanks, matey'. So the moment is never come.

I have bones which I can pick with GG and I will when the moment is ripest!

Peace,

Jan Sink

 
 

I suppose I should be most invigorated by these reports of the Klaus Harmony sightings (isn't it like Elvis?) but I am sure to confess that I am finding them somewhat irritating. Klaus disapeared after an explosion in London in 1984 but no body was left behind - only his desert boots, smoking in the wind. But the police said at the time that they could not find him and that he was dead.

Well SWB does think he has run away to be with his accordion again at the traveling circus but Helmut and I have always thought this a little crazy - I mean holy cow! (Pupu is quite cross with me for not being more 'romantic' here.)


And now these reports about a vagrant in America trying to con us for a Winnegago and Sting from The Police getting invlolved (such a busy body!) On top of this also the man from the London recordng studio who believes he saw Klaus at a party living it up and having good times. Pah! Let me say this most certainly. We (me and Klaus) were very much the closest of friends (apart from Klaus and Friedrich). I should also say we were not gay at all. But I would know if he were alive still. We had a connection which was like brothers also and a sure that Klaus died that day. It's as though someone suddenly had turned down the brightness on a television set. So tragic.

But we have much to rejoice. His music (Tone Erotiks as he would call them) lives on still today and we are slowly releasing it all in Oeuvre so people can once again marvel at the genius of the 'Mozart of Porn'.

Peace,

Jan Sink

 

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