Idyllic, sylvan mountainscapes abound, built high and lush and then slashed, slashed like a sword-wielding calligrapher as he might say, down to the pavement. Metal veins and aluminum wires sully and mar the riverbeds the peaks the forests. Then, meditation, oneness peaceful acceptance of the journey forever hijacking through existence.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
I'm readin' this yo!
Idyllic, sylvan mountainscapes abound, built high and lush and then slashed, slashed like a sword-wielding calligrapher as he might say, down to the pavement. Metal veins and aluminum wires sully and mar the riverbeds the peaks the forests. Then, meditation, oneness peaceful acceptance of the journey forever hijacking through existence.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Shiz I like.
Shit I'm listenin' to and what it means to me, ok:
The Sounds of Siam: Jazz & Malam in Thailand 1964-1975 -- OK AWESOME. Definitely poppy, definitely Americanized, definitely baby voices from the lady vocals but I defy you not to dance around all foreign-like while listening to this album, neat.
Earth: Hibernaculum -- I'm in tattered, sand-covered clothing. Wandering through desert. Did I just past that dark, wavy looking mass a moment ago? It seems different. Time's dripping by slowly like molasses. Lurve.
Schtuff I read recently and enjoyed OK it's just one thing for now, OK HERE GOES:
Listening Through the Noise, Joanna Demers -- Relief. Had this book been written before I aborted a paper about Joanna Newsom's Ys in an American poetry class in college I'd have made a better A. Maybe an A and not an A-. Maybe. Anyway, if you're into folks like Adorno and enjoy excruciatingly un-musical "music" then this book's for you. Elite, intellectual snobbery abounds...AND I LIKE THAT.
The Sounds of Siam: Jazz & Malam in Thailand 1964-1975 -- OK AWESOME. Definitely poppy, definitely Americanized, definitely baby voices from the lady vocals but I defy you not to dance around all foreign-like while listening to this album, neat.
Earth: Hibernaculum -- I'm in tattered, sand-covered clothing. Wandering through desert. Did I just past that dark, wavy looking mass a moment ago? It seems different. Time's dripping by slowly like molasses. Lurve.
Schtuff I read recently and enjoyed OK it's just one thing for now, OK HERE GOES:
Listening Through the Noise, Joanna Demers -- Relief. Had this book been written before I aborted a paper about Joanna Newsom's Ys in an American poetry class in college I'd have made a better A. Maybe an A and not an A-. Maybe. Anyway, if you're into folks like Adorno and enjoy excruciatingly un-musical "music" then this book's for you. Elite, intellectual snobbery abounds...AND I LIKE THAT.
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