The attached image is what a typical gugga music band looks like. I am not sure of the actual history of the bands, were they a sort of village “pep” band that you see American colleges and universities use for sporting events? Was it a way for non-musicians to all come together as a community and allow for the imperfections in playing to be overlooked by the heart and soul of the band trying to play? Or was it simply a great excuse to go out in the winter months, play some music and get a bit tipsy if not inebriated with a bunch of people from other towns and villages in Switzerland?
As I mentioned in yesterdays post, I thought these bands were simply get together for a few weeks before lent started. There is actually a several month carnival season and much like the carnival in Rio, or Mardi gras in New Orleans – the small events seem to be heading to large social or cultural elements in society.
It is no longer about just having fun. It is about “being seen” too.
All I know is that I really enjoy the “live” entertainment elements of these bands. The relaxed atmosphere of the entire band, makes watching them fun. It isn’t like the formal marching bands in the USA. I am thankful I played the sports and never saw them till later in life, “this is what they do at halftime?”
I guess next week starts the Lenten fast. I am simply confused, as I have no idea when the catholic lent starts. The orthodox one starts next week. It is a time of year that is actually a bit special for me, as it really was the root for how Agrowbox and the understanding of hunger with the kids happened.
You “think” you understand hunger, or how the human body acts and feels when you “think” about what it is like to get one meal a day.
The actual act of having one bowl of rice or veggies, and then extending that period with no meat, fish, or dairy products. It brings the basic idea of how the mind and body seem to shut down and render the human body about 30% of optimum. What is interesting is that the mind itself seems to shut down and operate in a cloud of sorts. It felt like packing your skull full of wet cotton balls.
When you experience hunger like that, the solutions for what is needed to keep people alive is at the basic level two meals a day.
What we found even stranger was that with Agrowbox, we had a full vegetable type diet. If you had some beans or rice or and some bread, once we realized to add some citrus with the green leafy vegetables to help iron absorption. You found your body was probably healthier than any other time in your life.
Of course, when you get to the developed world, you have a plethora and variety of food choices. Fast foods, gourmet foods, luxury foods.
If you take that path, you can see the oddity in imbalance with nutrition on the planet. In one part, you can have orphans and refugees and teach them to grow their own healthy food, where they were once starving to death.
In the developed world, you can see people slowly killing themselves, not because they lack food, but too much of the sugar, lard, and fat food groups.
Perhaps that is what I enjoy when I see the gugga musicians. They are not so professional, nor are they so amateur that they miss the meaning of what they do – they enjoy playing in the band. Of course, that simplicity is changing, as the world need to improve, make the events bigger, louder, better, more competitive. You need formal dinners and a social register to create an exclusivity of sorts. One could be polite and call it a snob appeal?
Then again, years ago, when I spent time with my old girlfriend that passed on and we lived in New Orleans. I think I was one of three straight men in the French quarter. They would ask her to be the queen of the crew float. There would be a formal dinner and we would get dressed up. I can still remember seeing this large man; he was about 6’7” tall, a giant of man…
…He was wearing a traditional southern belle gown with a bonnet and carrying a parasol in his hand - appearing like a old ww2 fighter ace - having the setting sun at his back, making me squint and wonder "is this a mirage?" His hair (wig) was flawless. As he came by me, i noticed his makeup was impeccable too. I stopped walking and turned toward the giant man in a woman's formal ball gown.
“Ma’am. I have never seen such a large man pull of wearing such a beautiful gown in such a lovely way.”
He blushed, a bit flustered, “Oh you are a such dear, Thank you so much!”
As we kept walking along the street, my girlfriend smiled, “You really I made his day.”
I laughed , “I have not seen many women pull off fashion as well as that giant man in his ball gown.”
Thus, concludes the morning rant about whatever. Gugga music, feasts, famine, and fashion!