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Shoegazing Part II (while thinking of your hips)

While I take Tuesdays to Saturdays to celebrate life through diverse rites like naming umbrellas, Sundays and Mondays are the days where I fall into a deep lethargy which I can compare to some sort of perpetual state of menstruation which doesn’t allow me to speak or write clearly to the other people around me. The sweet ain’t as sweet without the sour.
Days like these require no usual analgesics. I lock myself up and wrap around cascading walls of sound desiring that damn shoegaze tune could last other 30 or maybe 60 minutes. Well that, and the ever-tranquillizing thought we can decide to end it all whenever we please.
I hate Mondays. Big time. Like a rolling stone. Today I am your dagger.


m83 – I guess I’m floating
(before the dawn heals us, 2004)
Malory – lake of doubts (maladon remix)
(Outerbeats, 2002)
Sigur Ros – Bium Bium Bambalo
(angels of the universe, 2001)
Dub Tractor – much better than this
(hideout, 2006)
Windermere – coast is clear (curve cover)
(never lose that feeling Vol.1, 2005)
Dwayne Sodaberkh – whiskey eyes
(Cut open, 2006)
Butterfly explosion – sofia
(the butterfly explosion, 2006)
Gregor Samsa – young and old
(55:12, 2006)
Airiel – firefly
(melted Ep, 2004)
Slowdive – dagger
(Slouvaki, 1996)
Aarktica – ocean
(Pure tone audiometry, 2004)

Thanks to Mary, Merz, Exoul for their recommendations on the shoegazing part 1 post and to all the other shoegaze fans who left comments. Hope you also like this second installment.

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CANTEMOS DE SEXO

Esta semana pensaba hablar de Itália, pero resulta que ha subido la temperatura y eso es inversamente proporcional al numero de prendas que nos ponemos. Todo esto hace que las calles se inunden de curbas sugerentes y estó hace que a nosostros mismos nos suba también la temperatura. Por todo esto y puede que también por esta foto de Kalho he decidido que esta semana…va de sexo.

Empecemos con un ejercicio de onanismo que nos canta Albert Pla interpretando Mi mano en pena (de Javier Krahe).

Los Amigos Invisibles nos invitan a practicar sexo anal en El disco anal (también en un recomendable video).

Nadie habia descrito tan bién un cunilingus como Pablo Carbonell que le pasó a Raimundo Amador este Ay que gustito pa mis orejas.

Jorge Drexler nos confiesa su afición a mirar en tu voayer.

Y por último Kevin Johansen se va de putas en daisy.

Espero que hayan disfrutado.

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the sky and all the air around us is actually a very thin man

01 animal collective ft vashti bunyan_it’s you
02 mice parade_focus on the rollercoaster
03 the dead science_threnody
04 tunng_woodcat
05 kiila_auringonlunta
06 davide balula_eburn (9v)
07 nitrada_fading away (telefon tel aviv version)
08 like a tim & gina v.d’orio_where did our love go
09 multiplex_you beautiful girl
10 spinform_hjertats mysterion

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countryside music


01 boards of canada_dayvan cowboy
02 bibio_quantock
03 polypore_365 night bus
04 cephia_as
05 miles tilmann_wrong move
06 mr cooper_untitled
07 loess_dasein
08 helios_the toy garden

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Night List (Macorina – The Order of Things)

…and we must understand by this a sort of communal opinion, a collective representation that is imposed on every individual; we must not understand by it a great anonymous voice that must, of necessity, speak through the discourses of everyone; but we must understand by it the totality of things said, the relations, the regularities, and the transformations that may be observed in them, the domain of which certain figures, certain intersections indicate the unique place of a speaking subject and may be given the name of author. ‘Anyone who speaks’, but what he says is not said from anywhere. It is necessarily caught up in the play of an exteriority
- Michel Foucault, The Order of Things.

A late night note at the margin about desire and being free. I have to admit being a momentary optimist here, in which the playlist ends with Les McCann ballad. A lyrical soul top charter about paradox of love as a solution to freedom. One relinguishes it is the answer. It makes a hopefull narrative I suppose. The list is my rendition of early MdM posting styles. In the list: “Macorina“, the more interesting song in the list, comes from 2003 live recording at Carnegie Hall. Chavela Vargas dallies seductively about night encounter in context of earlier century social constrain on personal identity. “A Change Is Gonna Come” is a memorable Sam Cooke 1964′s top chart song. Next to Les McCann, they both are key players during the turbulent decades where stylistical development of R&B and soul coincide with social turmoil. On the background of all that, muted description and without vocals are post-rock pieces. Tarentel (the title of this playlist), Mono, and Zorn‘s film work.

Totality of things said? Who knows. Once my optimism wears out, I am sure I will agree with any alternative reading but optimistic.

01. Mono – A Heart Has Asked for the Pleasure
02. Chavela Vargas – Macorina
03. Sam Cooke – A Change Is Gonna Come
04. Tarentel – Popol Vuh
05. John Zorn – Seductress
06. Les McCann – With This Hand

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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]