You won’t be there for Stanford’s graduation weekend, I hope.
Arrive 1pm tomorrow leave 6am friday.
It would be such a nice bonus if your hotel had a lounge singer.
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I would enjoy hearing the Boobs Song live
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This thread is almost tame compared to the twist that the 2raw2ride thread has taken. What is with these confrontational obsessives? Ick.
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Oooh, I bailed out of that one very early on due to boredom.
Is it worth jumping back in? I’m caught up on all the other train wrecks, especially now that all the rest of the KKlan family has been officially banned from the forum.
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Naw, new poster bailed and started his own thread. His message is sincere and most likely credible (he still runs Mongolian horse tours) but his method sucks.
Which is sad, because I reckon he has great knowledge and experiences to share.
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Hahaha. I did watch the video, and posted above about it. If you want it flat out. Hempfling can’t carry a tune, he has a flat voice with no range. There a million buskers and bar bands in North America that cover this song much better. I’d walk out of any coffee bar he was singing in.* It’s really really bad
Second, I liked the song and found it mysterioso when it came out when I was a teen. I still see it as excellent song writing but OMG is it part of a bygone cliched yacht rock era and a particular pose of late 1970s decadence. And its mood of cocaine fuelled existential despair is honestly the last thing you’d want for a human potential ad. I also noted that this singer fiddled with the lyrics to take out the veiled reference to gay men. Why was that?
So you are now advertising yourself as a woman of a certain age living in a different country with a big crush on The Master. Okay. But that makes things even creepier. I’ve been watching trailers for a cable TV series I likely won’t ever see, starting a contemporary singer who has intrigued me. Appears to be a commentary on toxic gurus. Gurus are much on our mind in North America these days, and we don’t trust them (unless we are in a cult already).
As you like top 40 hit music, at least from the deep past, you might be interested in The Idol.
*Edited to add, I said coffee bar because where I live, coffee bar singers on slow nights or at open mic events can be really awful as they usually aren’t paid. Hempfling would not qualify to play in an actual bar, even one of our old style hotel beer parlors (most have disappeared) because they tend to pay a tiny bit, and expect basic competence.
Edited to add: I finally came up with the word for Hempflings video. Cheesy. I’m not sure how it translates into Danish or Hebrew. In Yiddish it might be schmaltzy. But actually worse. Unintentionally campy.
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Oh man you guys, it is still morning here. I guess I could sneak up on a Tequila Sunrise but I swore off tequila many years ago. Can’t drink it and keep my clothes on, and at my age just no.
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Nope. You gotta get nekkid lol
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Late to the party as I was debating wether to post or not, as I don’t have a link for evidence anymore, but maybe someone with more internet sleuth than me might help.
I used to be interested in the approach of K.F.H. I even have two of his books, which have some interesting ideas, but are extremely hard to read due to the unnecessary wordiness. A friend of mine bought access to an audio lecture of his and offered me to listen to it - it left me an impression that this man REALLY loves his own voice and also talking down about other equestrian professionals/clinicians, which immediately soured my impression.
Funny that others already mentioned how cultlike his rethorics seem. I decided to research some more and came across a blog that described in detail some really disturbing events. Apparently, he’s been banned from any rights to operate in either Germany or Austria (I don’t recall precisely, sorry) as he basically…made a cult there.
There were thorough descriptions of him moving in (along with some other of his followers) with one of his life-coaching clients and taking over her home and finances, as she had to pay for all the expenses, and gaslighting her into thinking that she’s obliged to do so. There was also some disturbingly sexual innuendo, and it was, all in all, a hard read about someones’ journey about escaping a cult.
It might be that the information has been removed because the case is still ongoing, so take it with a grain of salt. But this man could very well be not just a harmless woowoo craycray.
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Thank you for this. I certainly was getting those vibes off this thread. But I was willing to believe that he was incompetent enough to not have actually moved into cult like activity except in his own mind. On the other hand, a domineering man can almost always find a woman vulnerable enough to exploit at least for a while.
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http://horsesandhumans.com/blog/2012/08/29/hempfling-and-hope/
A little Googling. It turns out his horse program requires a one year residency at his facility in Denmark. It sounds like he mostly recruits women. I found the above googling his name plus “legal issues.” I realize most people who get taken advantage of in such circumstances don’t pursue legal action and leave no record.
I also noted that KH is apparently famous for saying he never loses a fight or argument. That fits with the aggression and slippery arguments and gas lighting and grandiosity demonstrated on this thread.
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Looks like old Klaus has spent a bit of that money on internet scrubs. The blog cited above appears to have been carefully worded and possibly reviewed by an attorney.
@Sleipnir thank you for your insight. I do not doubt a word of it.
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I… play many instruments… I used to sing…
I think that whole pull a guitar our and torture other party guests to be particularly cringe.
I was at a party last night and the host had a bunch of instruments hanging on the wall, and I could see that train coming down the track quite clearly, and so I said my goodbyes and headed home.
I’m too old for that much cringe in my life.
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My claim to fame is playing several instruments very badly, and I can’t carry a tune in a bucket. I’m amazed that my parents didn’t kill me and bury me in the back yard when I was playing clarinet and saxophone, taught by a boyfriend. At least when I played acoustic guitar, the horror was confined to just my bedroom as long as I kept the door shut.
I endured the torture of piano lessons from the age of five until I was twelve. I really don’t know how anyone else in my family could stand it when I practiced. My mother seemed relieved when I insisted on quitting lessons.
For the record, I have never, ever in my life inflicted my lack of talent on anyone at a party.
Rebecca
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