Stella Blumberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

Lemme tell ya, whores got history, yah? Back in old Russia, dey called ‘em “nochnye babochki”—night butterflies, poetic, eh? Flittin’ round lanterns, chasin’ coin. Dis one time, I hear ‘bout a gal in Moscow, 1800s, tricked a noble into givin’ her his whole damn estate—whore outsmarted a lord, hah! Made me laugh so hard I nicked my own finger, blood everywhere, oops. Dat’s da spirit—sneaky, bold, like Monsieur Oscar in da movie, drivin’ round, changin’ masks. Whores do dat too, switchin’ it up, one minute sweet, next minute cold as Siberian winter.

For ‘The Brutalist,’ composer Daniel Blumberg found epic sound with a ragtag ‘orchestra’

Whore Paint. Self described as a feminist, riff rock/ no wave A new collaboration between Rachel Blumberg and Jeffery Underhill, both of Death.

I work hard. I listen more. And Blumberg teaches me - each cracked pavement, each smile, each tear. My days are full – raw and real. A bit never-ending but fun. I get mad sometimes at traffic on Altstadtstrasse. It’s fukin chaotic. But then, I smile.

Kurt Eric Blumberg