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When The Four Horsemen Come

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7 And when he had opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth beast say, Come and see.

8 And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.
(Revelation 6 : 7-8)

“Se Tu M’ami ”

01. Pergolesi – Se Tu M’ami
02. alva noto + opiate – opto file 4
03. J.S. Bach – Prelude and Fugue in C Minor (“Arnstadt”)
04. David Aubrun – 11 septembre 2001
05. J.S. Bach – Schubler Chorale Prelude BWV 694 (“Wo soll ich fliehen hin”)
06. philoid – soleil e
07. Billie Holiday – Gloomy Sunday
08. Mitchell Akiyama – empêcher l’océan
09. Francis Dhomont – Les moirures du temps (rp)
10. The Focus Group – Bromiding place
11. J.S. Bach – Fugue in G Minor BWV 542 (“The Great”)

note: A Halloween list. Following No.1 and No.2 of apocalyptic & love, mix of classical and ambience and waiting for MdM sorting out file hosting. This one has very wide style contrast, but less dynamic change than No.1, essentially Bach list mashed with drone/dark ambient list. I fel this works better than No.1. Happy Halloween.

image credit: the Four Horsemen by Albrecht Dürer

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Love at The End of Time

‘At the time when it happens,’ she had said, ‘you do mean it.’ He had meant it. He had not merely said it, he had wished it. He had wished that she and not he should be delivered over to the –

Something changed in the music that trickled from the telescreen. A cracked and jeering note, a yellow note, came into it. And then — perhaps it was not happening, perhaps it was only a memory taking on the semblance of sound — a voice was singing:

‘Under the spreading chestnut tree

I sold you and you sold me –’

The tears welled up in his eyes. A passing waiter noticed that his glass was empty and came back with the gin bottle.

-George Orwell, 1984 (Ch.6)

Love at the end of Time

01. Nikolai Medtner – Tale Op.42-2 in C phrygian (pianist, composer)
02. Stephane Leonard – Secret Life Remix (info)
03. Aphex Twin – Power Pill Pacman
04. Explosions In The Sky – Your Hand In Mine (w/Strings)
05. Caroline – Sunrise (web)
06. DJ morsanek – The Black Isle (Byrne/Eno Remix)
07. Miho Hatori – Barracuda (web)

Note: I tend to believe that MdM best output is when things are unraveling fast. The sense of urgency to salvage a moment gives little steps that made the whole thing moves again. Or probably it’s me having a mild melancholia with head swirling from some yucky liquids they make take. At anyrate, this is exactly that, one would need a certain urgency and detachment to follow the sudden dynamic change, in order to hear it all. Russian piece opening, remix of famous 1981 Eno’s album, thumping Aphex Twin, and sunk deep into a collage of odd pops. It’s apocalyptic view of love, a gentle remnants of feeling wrapped by maddnes of place and time. One is infinately aware of love, hate and end of time. Abstract yet very real.

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La mujer de Lot no tiene nombre.

Ya no se a quien reinventan y a quien revientan estos brotes de luz. Ahora paso las mañanas entre el barro y apagando fósforos en el agua de la tina para ocultar el olor a sal.
Lo mío me toca a mí. Quedarme en casa, sin teléfono, ni mails, ni los seis vasos de agua, ni las tareas pendientes. Quedarme en el agua y poner algo de música. La escuela de Sechuán nos dice que el agua no es agua pero moja, que hacer arder la apariencia, crepita.
Ya despúes veremos.

Clinic – earth angel
(internal wrangler, 2001)
Can – cascade waltz
(flow motion, 1976)
Beach House – master of none
(beach house, 2006)
Euros child – costa rita
(chops, 2005)
Plone – bibi plone
(for beginner piano, 1999)
Tipsy – kittie takes a ride
(uh-oh!, 2001)

Foto: Hiroshi Sugimoto – en el baño del asesino.

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evil night together

Es que últimamente oscurece muy pronto…

Jill Tracy – Evil Night Together
Rasputina – How We Quit The Forest
Rufus Wainwright – Matinee Idol
Morrisey – How Could Anybody Possibly Know How I Feel
Dandy Warhols – You Were The Last High

fotografía de la serie “new skin” de Peter Franck

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And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.

Donovan – get thy bearings
(the hurdy gurdy man, 1968)
The Zombies – summertime
(Begin here, 1965)
Blossom Dearie – long daddy green
(That’s Just the Way I Want to Be, 1970)
Jacqueline Taieb – le couer au bout des doigts
(french mademoiselle anthology, 2002)
Margo Guryan – sunday morning
(take a picture, 1968)
The turtles – you showed me
(the turtles present the battle of the bands, 1968)
Matthews Southern Comfort – Woodstock
(later that same year, 1971)

Image: Birkin + Bardot – still from the movie Don Juan, 1973.

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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]