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Take an optimistic flight darling

Hi! I am Kahlo, a new Motel de Moka’s contributor. I would like to start my first post focusing on some old favourites songs of mine. I hope you enjoy them while optimistic feelings start to call your minds ;) I wish you a big smile . Sweet “pink” kisses little “mokas” ;)

Buddy Holly – Everyday
Buddy Holly – Peggy Sue got married
Shirelles -I met him on a Sunday
Emmylou Harris – Mister Sandman
Aretha Franklin – Think

The image comes from “The Girdle Zone” ;)

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Move

My holidays are finally over, (well, not quite… I’ll be leaving you later this week and I’ll be returning at beginnings of January, I’ll leave you with the new residents so don’t worry, you’re in good hands) my blood relatives were relatively languid and lifeless this year, was it a bad year? Lack of color is contagious.
Feel free to join me in epileptic steps whilst listening to this random dancey tunes.

Paul KalkbrennerGebrunn Gebrunn
Liarsdon’t techno for an answer
Velella Velellahunter
Jackson and his computer bandarpeggio

Image credit: Nude in a red armchair by Picasso.

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In the middle

Well hence the fact we’ll have new people writing here at the motel next week I’ve decided to quit using the tags (laundry room, elevator beat and bedroom rockers) and I’ll probably redesign the blog next month… so expect some nice changes. As you may have noticed I have finally purchased an ezarchive account so from now on I wont be using savefile or usendit, direct links only from now on, ain’t you readers happy? I’ll see you on monday, Happy Xmas to all of you (except for that reader that kept harrasing me at my mail).
The avalanche is an outtake Sufjan recorded during the Illinois sessions and Borderline is a b-side, seven swans era as good as everything he’s done, I’m seriously considering Sufjan made a pact with Satan.
If you haven’t decided which records to buy yourself for xmas head over at feedmegoodtunes or at almostcool to read their year end lists. Hipsters might want to check the extremely boring and predictable pitchfork’s top 50 records of the year (for a moment there I thought I had the ability to predict the future) or the similar yet better top 50 records from Stylus.

Sufjan Stevens - the avalanche
Sufjan Stevensborderline
The Dead Brothersesclavo triste
Arizona amp and alternatorblue blue marble girl
The Mooks - hollywood nocturne

The image comes from the great Circus museum galleries and I took the link from kahlo at dadanoias.

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Old fashioned

Elevator Beat:
I am among that strange breed that admires their grandparents secretly. I wonder at their old pictures, I steal their old vynils and I watch their boring yet touching, golden era movies. It’s become some sort of sacred act to touch those old fashioned items.
The only thing I feel very sorry about is that none of my 4 living ancestors were very concerned or obsessed as me about music.

Jimmy Cohrsen – Kenzo (wma)
Richard Swift – the novelist
Nat King Cole – quizas, quizas, quizas
Louie Armstrong – St James infirmary
Bobby Darin – mack the knife
Tom Waits – alice

Image by Michael Bartalos.

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The third ear

Laundry Room:
Not afraid of stormy weather.

Jeff Alexander – come wander with me
Bjorkestra – army of me
Devotchka – Charlotte Mittnacht
Nina Nastasia – stormy weather
Over the rhine – all i need is everything

Image by Jan Saudek.

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With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down. [1]


Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end! `I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?' she said aloud. `I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think--' (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) `--yes, that's about the right distance--but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?' (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.) [2]



O long-silent Sybil,
you of the winged dreams,
Speak out from your temple of light
as the serious constellations
with Greek names
still stare down on us
as a lighthouse moves its megaphone
over the sea
Speak out and shine upon us
the sea-light of Greece
the diamond light of Greece

Far-seeing Sybil, forever hidden,
Come out of your cave at last
And speak to us in the poet's voice
the voice of the fourth person singular
the voice of the inscrutable future
the voice of the people mixed
with a wild soft laughter--
And give us new dreams to dream,
Give us new myths to live by! [3]


So our princes who have lost their principalities after many years’ of possession shouldn’t blame their loss on fortuna. The real culprit is their own indolence, going through quiet times with no thought of the possibility of change (it’s a common human fault, failing to prepare for tempests unless one is actually in one!). And when eventually bad times did come, they thought of •flight rather than •self-defence, hoping that the people, upset by conquerors’ insolence, would recall them. This course of action may be all right when there’s no alternative, but it is not all right to neglect alternatives and choose this one; it amounts to voluntarily falling because you think that in due course someone will pick you up. If you do get rescued (and you probably won’t), that won’t make you secure; the only rescue that is really helpful to you is the one performed by you, the one that depends on yourself and your virtù. [4]