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Life in Marvelous Times

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Photo: Eames at 100: Evolving the legacy.

A single sneeze propels 100,000 droplets into the air at around 90 mph, landing on door knobs, ATM keypads, elevator buttons, escalator railings, and grocery cart handles. In a subway station at rush hour, according to British researchers, as many as 10 percent of all commuters can come in contact with the spray and residue from just one sneeze (or sternutation). That means as many as 150 commuters can be sickened by one uncovered achoo.

- Huffington Post: Swine Flu Survival.

  1. Shuggie OtisStrawberry Letter 23
    Inspiration Information (1974)
  2. Mos DefQuiet Dog
    The Ecstatic (Downtown / 2009)
  3. Skalpel1958
    1958 (Ninjatune / 2003)
  4. PederThe Sour
    And He Just Pointed To The Sky (Ubiquity / 2007)
  5. Parov StelarRoom Service
    Charleston Butterfly (Etage Noir / 2006)
  6. Piers FanciniIf I
    Tearing Sky (Dust Devil / 2006)

These days have been both the most crazy and boring days of my life. Going outdoors has become a surreal and overall depressing activity, what with everybody engaging in some sort of game of social distancing and giving nasty glares at people who are not wearing their masks. I miss human contact. People without fear nor distrust in their eyes. All I ever see these days are the sick and the robots.

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Category: Hip hop, Jazz

A foot in the past, a body in limbo

01. Mono- Ashes in the snow
(Hymn to the Inmortal Wind, 2009)
02. Souvenirs Young AmericaBlood alone does not a father make
(An Ocean Without Water,2007)
03. The Pains Of Being Pure At HeartThis love is fucking right
(The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart,2009)
04. Vic ChestnuttYou are never alone
(North Star Deserter,2007)
05. Pg. LostJonathan
(It’s Not Me, It’s You! , 2008)
06. Joker’s Daughter - Under the influence of jaffa cakes
(The Last Laugh, 2009)
07. MatryoshkaEzekiel
(Zatracenie,2008)
08. Wooden ShjipsStart to dreaming
(Loose Lips, 2007)

So I guess this marks my return into familiar territory, into the comfort of the warm Motel bed, the smell of vintage furniture in the corner, that dreary yellow lamp that gives out a faint “welcome back” to my eyes. I see management has changed the sheets, but it still feels like that same place. The bed is a bit squeaky… I guess I’ve been gone for far too long.

So I guess a new introduction is due, to all, Greetings! I am LOW and I will be trying to please your tender musical hearts.

For this new night or return I’ve chosen soft and hypnotic.

Hope you all enjoy it.

Image: LOW

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Category: Acoustic, Electronica, Experimental, Folk

yesterday was a lie


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A smile in the Evening

01. Bill Laswell Sacred SystemBati
Book Of Exit (Dub Chamber 4) (Roir, 2002)
02. Harold Buddthe Plateaux of Mirror
Ambient 2: The Plateaux of Mirror (1980)
03. Ahmad JamalMy latin
Picture Perfect (2000)
04. Jose JamesLove
The Dreamer (Brownswood, 2007)
05. Aphex Twinnanou2
DrukQs (2001)
06. telepopmusikyesterday was a lie
genetic world (2001)
07. Junior WellsChitlin Con Carne
Hoodoo Man Blues (Delmark, 1965)
08. Ike QuebecFavela
Bossa Nova Soul Samba [Bonus Tracks] (2007)

note: The aesthetic qualities of photography are to be sought in its power to lay bare the realities. It is not for me to separate off, in the complex fabric of the objective world, here a reflection on a damp sidewalk, there the gesture of child. Only the impassive lens, stripping its object of all those ways of seeing it, those piled-up preconceptions, that spiritual dust and grime with which my eyes have covered it, is able to present it in all its virginal purity to my attention and consequently to my love. By the power of photography, the natural image of a world that we neither know nor can see, nature at last does more than imitate art: she imitates the artist. – André Bazin

One of those evening. Letting my mind wanders and imagining if time moves in different loop. Yesterday, today, and tomorrow. What if they move in different order or overlap. What is the sound of tomorrow without wishing the yesterday go away or letting go the present. So here are some of my favorite sounds. They are all highly recommended albums. Bill Laswell’s Rior print, highly mutated jazz dub or Brian Eno/Harold Budd doing early ambient. Then the post bop jazz, sometimes before things turn free. Or Aphex Twin during its accoustic sampling phase. They are yesterday’s work, but not exactly yesterday either. Telepop on the other hand is pure nostalgia downtempo pop done today. The list ends with standard classics, but same beat texture as Jose James’s IDM drum. Standard MdM non rock selection. I tried to hold the mood the same, without falling into too much sentimentality. The soundtrack for flirting maybe?

image: ~Oryctes~

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Category: Bedroom playlist, Jazz

This Morning in a Morning Voice

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Photo: Camilla Akrans.

There are two silences. One when no word is spoken. The other when perhaps a torrent of language is being employed. The speech we hear is an indication of that which we don’t hear. It is a necessary avoidance, a violent, sly, anguished or mocking smokescreen. When true silence falls, we are still left with echo but are nearer nakedness. One way of looking at speech is to say that it is a constant stratagem to cover nakedness.

- Harold Pinter,  The Guardian (31.12.08)

  1. Maria KliegelCarnival of the Animals: XIII. Le Cygne
    Saint-Saens: Cello Concertos Nos. 1 and 2 (Naxos / 1997)
  2. Little DragonScribbled Paper
    Little Dragon (Peacefrog / 2007)
  3. Nouvelle VagueDance with Me
    Bande à Parte (Peacefrog / 2006)
  4. José JamesVisions of Violet
    Park Bench People (Brownswood / 2008)
  5. ShriftSnow Samba
    Lost in a moment (Six Degrees / 2006)

Never mind the coffee we were drinking, whatever I said was not what I was thinking.

See also: Show Me Secret Sins.

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Category: Acoustic, Bedroom playlist

So Sweet

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It was one of those perfect autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.  - P.D. James
 
Nat Townsley – So Sweet
(I Fell in Love with God, ABC Records, 1975)
Darondo – Didn’t I
(Let my People go, Music City, 1972)
Benny Sings – Coconut
(Benny at Home, Sonar Kollektiv, 2006)
The Moments – To you with love
(Moments to Remember, Stang, 1974)
Pilooski – Love is Wet
(Love is Wet EP, Astro Lab, 2007)
Onra – Hope 
(Chinoiseries, Favourite Records, 2007)
Boomclap Batchelors – Combiner
(Brownswood Bubblers Two, Brownswood, 2007)

note: my first post for mdm, this is a list of sweet melancholia, for an autumn day dappled in light both warm and cold. Inspired by excessive chocolate and hot beverage consumption over Easter, these are songs to groove out to whilst sitting in a comfortable chair.
pic: author’s.

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Category: Bedroom playlist, Electronica

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]