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

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