Rot -- Blau -- Rot -- Blau -- Rot -- Blau -- Rot -- Blau -- Rot -- Blau -- Rot -- Blau -- Rot -- Blau --
On and on it goes -- with minimal daily, diurnal variations: sometimes, I'll stick on one side of one of the albums and I'll spin-rinse it two, three times before flipping the platter or switching back to the other album in this diptych (krautnerdrumourmill has it they originated from the same session(s)) - there's no set / exact pattern - so it's like playing endless limited-permutations of a single two-day 1972 stint in Conrad's studio - the same (or similar) sounds n patches emerge from different parts of the 'same' four sides and almost (but not quite) become something else from one of the other three sides: it's an Un-De-Conjoined twin of an imaginary double-album; Hirst's bisected cows reunited in audio - but wait! - we're trying to glue one side of the calf to the wrong side of the cow, or the same two sides of the calf to each other, and enjoying how they don't exactly quite fit...
You know what I mean.
The joy of a jigsaw puzzle partially completed, but incorrectly.
This is semi-ritualistic behaviour, I know; an almost-OCD (Dieter) Moebius-Loop thing. I'm stuck in a Blau-Rot groove - Gawd 'elp me, guv! - (or is it a Rot-Blau groove?) but it's also, I think, linked in some way to the fading late summer sunshine: me, sat on a step, on a stoop, with 40 yr-old music playing, reading the next bit of the same book wot I'm reading.
It's a ritual. A comfort routine. And I love it.
I have other Schnitzler albums. It would be no major effort to pick up a different one and put it on.
But this suits me for now.
Blau-Rot / Rot-Blau on repeat (...til fade...)