The Gauss Experience

The small red lamp throws warm light on the keys of the organ. The man with horn-rimmed spectacles holds an electric guitar. The gentle melody that he plays seems dreamy, as if taken from a children's book. Another man adds a slightly dismal mood with the deep notes he draws from his instrument. Still it feels strangely comfortable. The ambience seems intimate, as if you could slightly identify with it. Just until the third man batters his drums.

Suddenly everything is aloud. The guitars sound dirty, the bass makes the air vibrate. A fourth man, who sat on the couch just a moment ago, all of a sudden stands behind a microphone and screams his lungs out. Carl Friedrich Gauss carfully observes the scene from his place on the top of the organ. When one of them puts down his instrument and advances him, the aggressiveness evaporates as fast as it has appereared.

The reposeful notes of the organ take us on a dark and rainy roadtrip that won't leave us without accidents. But still - after all the trouble the sun rises. The tunes of the man, who has been screaming just seconds ago, now create harmony in the chamber. All at once everything seems to fall into place. Gauss chuckles to himself, satisfied. As the notes fade away, only silence remains.