December 2011. Her Birthday.

There are many blossoms of great beauty – many indeed. But they cannot compare with the beauty of the blossoms of blossom town, for these bossoms also have human feelings. – Sharebon. Books of Wits and Fashion. (Early Japanese Literature: An Anthology 1600-1900)


Saturn Strobe. Recent Minimalist Extract. Moka’s Birthday.

01. Goldmund - Gifts
The Malady Of Elegance (Type, 2008)
02. Brian EnoPanic of Looking
Panic of Looking (Warp Records, 2011)
03. Hauschka - Mount Hood
Foreign Landscapes (Fat Cat, 2010)
04. Pantha du PrinceSaturn Strobe
This Bliss (Dial, 2007)
05. Helios - Convivium
Unleft (Unseen Music/Forced Exposure, 2010)
06. So PercussionAluminum
Treasure State (Cantaloupe, 2010)
07. Boxcutter - Panama
The Dissolve (Planet Mu, 2011)

Note: Everybody says Happy Birthday to Moka. (I am late again. But I think she will just grin this time.) I don’t have many albums in my head this year, so this one is not the usual edgy pop. Instead it’s a minimalism pushed all the way near pop sensibility. An old project, how to make less common music more accessible. Basically, it’s a pop music for 2 am. in the middle of cold winter. A little cold, somewhat alone, with a tinge of warm love. Imagine having a penthouse in Finland somewhere. 30th floor with a view of city and endless field of snow on the background. Late night. Put on a good headphone and watch the night float away… I’ve been watching a lot of japanese movie, this is my impression of minimalist mood and narrative links between songs. I think at least it’s functional and doesn’t wake up the neighbor.

Image: harold.lloyd

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Category: Electronic, Psychedelic


“The word arse is as much god as the word face.  It must be so, otherwise you cut off your god at the waist.”

List of songs about or related to body parts. More textural than literal, onomatopoeia, gesture and touch. Blues, jazz and some Lord Quas for the heads.

+ Townes Van ZandtLungs
(Townes Van Zandt, 1969)

+ Dorothy AshbyThe Moving Finger
(The Rubaiyat Of Dorothy Ashby, 1970)

+ Horace Silver - I’ve had a little talk
(Total Response, 1971)

+ Colosseum IIAll Skin & Bone
(Electric Savage, 1977)

+ John SangsterHair
(Ahead of Hair, 1969)

+ Roger Waters and Ron GeesinMrs. Throat goes Walking
(Music from the body, 1970)

+ QuasimotoCome on Feet
(The Unseen, 2000)

If you can think of any other good songs about body parts, please comment below. I’m building a collection…

art: Horace Silver – Total Response (detail of left panel of inner gatefold)
quote: DH Lawrence


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Category: Blues, Jazz, Psychedelic

No One Is (As I Are Be)

Photo: Lars Tunbjörk

The winter is just around the corner, and the last entry which I had around here, was totally dedicated to summer.
Never too late for a welcome to an omnipresent autumn.
Regarding the playlist … I wasn’t very sure about including that Deerhunter song, although it is one of my favorites  from the group. I got stuck in the idea that it disrupts the overall mood of the other songs … in the end, though, I wanted it to reach out and I dared to include it. Hope it doesn’t affect your enjoyment and you enjoy the rest of the selections.


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Category: Beats, Hip hop, Motel de Moka, Pop, Rock

mango bo ginko

Photo: Hotel Basico. Playa del Carmen.

Belated summer / continental nostalgia.

  • Andrew SistersRum & Coca Cola
    Rum & Coca Cola (1944)
  • Cesaria EvoraSodade
    Miss Perfumado (Lusafrica, 1992)
  • Os MutantesBat Macumba
    Os Mutantes (1968)
  • Seu JorgeBem Querer
    Cru (Naïve, 2004)
  • Vinícius CantuáriaIndia
    Silva (Hannibal, 2005)
  • Arto LindsaySimply Beautiful
    Mundo Civilizado (Bar None, 1996)

I’ve gone missing for the best part of the summer. Not really doing anything meaningful, mostly hypnotized and reckless.  Love will do that to you. No excuses this time.
Right now the hurricane Jova is painting the Mexican coast with rain and it’s forcing me to stay indoors all week (good news for MdM) and since I’m all sorts of a rebellious escapist I’ll call in the hidden suns with some warm, sensuous – mostly – brazilian music. I owe you a whole summer after all. Please enjoy this playlist as an apology.

note: In the past few years we were using the playtagger script to stream mp3s. As some of you may know, Yahoo! has sold the delicious to Avos and playtagger has been axed by their development team. And so, we’re left with two options: Yahoo!’s webplayer or Aol’s streampad, the former is the most similar to the one we had before and the later is less invasive but it’s hard to notice if you don’t know it’s there (check the bottom of the page as it is the one we’re currently using). The good thing about both is that they allow a continuous stream of the playlist, a feat missing from playtagger. Comment away if you know about a third option or if you’d like us to switch to the yahoo! webplayer.

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Category: Acoustic, Bedroom playlist

Dummy Line

It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

Today’s list is nostalgic, and includes a track by John Fahey (who I initially discovered on this very website). It’s slightly warped playlist to listen to on a sunday drive. Just like the pumpkins in the photo, it’s earthy and organic, but in a slightly bent and malformed way. Folky, country, electronic and exotic. A few of these original pressings fetch a mighty dollar online, so enjoy the rips.

1. John Sangster - Sunrise
(Australia And All That Jazz Vol.1)

2. Vashti BunyanDiamond Day
(Just Another Diamond Day)

3. John Fahey In Christ There Is No East Or West
(The Legend Of Blind Joe Death)

4. Matthew YoungDummy Line
(Traveller’s Advisory)

5. Matthew Larkin CassellIn My Life

6. Tony WilsonI Can’t Leave it Alone
(I Like Your Style)

7. Nino Nardini & Roger RogerTropical
(Jungle Obsession)

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Category: Blues, Exotica, Experimental, Folk

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]