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I Remember Learning How To Dive

Fun short pieces

01. Mozart - “L’ho perduta… me meschina!” Le nozze di Figaro, K.492 Act
Amoureuses / Patricia Petibon (2008)
02. J.S. BachItalian concerto in F major andante BWV 971
Bach: Italian Concerto; Partitas Nos. 1 & 2; etc. / Glenn Gould (2006)
03. Tomaso AlbinoniOboe Concerto in D minor Op.9 No.2 – 3 Allegro
Albinoni: Oboe and Violin Concertos (Apex, 2002)
04. Bohuslav MartinuPísnicky na dve stránky (Songs on two pages, seven songs an Moravian folk poetry) – 2. Súsedova stajna (The Neighbour’s Stable)
Songs My Mother Taught Me / Magdalena Kozena (2009)
05. Animal Collective & Vashti BunyanI Remember Learning How To Dive
Prospect Hummer EP (2005)
06. Bela BartokNo.9 Round Dance II: Andante/No.10 Funeral Song: Largo
Bartók for Children / Jeno Jando (2006)

note: Shot evening pieces. Animal Collective request plus light melodic classics. Remember when you were a kid most of the time music never make any big thematic sense? The things they make you play. And later on you find out, they are all some kind of basic exercise to fit your limited attention span and fingering skill? Well, this is a tongue and cheek version of that. Short phrases and melody to barely fit attention span of a gnat. ha.. But I hope you enjoy them with a big smile, they are all very well executed too. cheers.

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Category: Acoustic

When it all ends up …

The trees were draped with an astonishing assortment of household goods: jackets, tires, chairs, bicycles. It became something of a contest to see who could find the most amazing item in the branches. Except for an occasional Humvee full of National Guard members and some Spanishspeaking workers, we were the only people in the area. It was eerily still. (A New Orleans Times-Democrat account of the Mississippi flood of 1882 described this sort of post-diluvian silence as “the quiet of dissolution.”) Near the town of Empire, two fishing boats, the Sea Falcon and the Sea Wolf, both a hundred and fifty feet long, had landed across all four lanes of Highway 23. – Watermark

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Cowpunk vs. Mother earth. 2010.

01. Eli et PapillonUne chanson pour tout dire
(Demo 2010)
02. Neil YoungHeart Of Gold
Harvest (1990)
03. Creedence Clearwater RevivalBefore You Accuse Me
Cosmo’s Factory (1970)
04. Holly GolightlyMother Earth
Slowly but Surely (Damaged Goods, 2004)
05. The Black KeysDo the Rump
The Big Come Up (Alive Records, 2002)
06. Reverend Horton HeatMarijuana
Holy Roller (Sub Pop, 1999)
07. Jimi HendrixCrying Blue Rain
Valleys Of Neptune (2010)
08. The CoralDreaming of you
The Coral (2003)

note: It’s burning summer blues, cowpunk. Something slow, but not mellow. Blues but not sad. Slow burn, perfect to listen while fighting 4 pounds of crawfish and a big cup of sweetened tea. Maybe yelling at TV for all the wrong things that goes on in the world. The war, the oil spill, the recession, neighbor’s dog and the clunking fridge.

see also: Cow punk
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Category: Rock

Summer of Contempt

punk___n___love_by_tingfinder

From far away. Stays for a day
Never a frown with golden brown
- The strangler.

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Summer 2010. It’s not a good year, but we stick together.

01. Alternative TVNasty Little Lonely
The Image Has Cracked (Anagram Punk UK, 1978)
02. Siouxsie and the BansheesSwitch
The Scream (1978)
03. The StranglersGolden Brown
Greatest Hits 1977-1990 (1991)
04. Wire - Fragile
Pink Flag (Restless Records, 1977)
05. The AdvertsNewboys
Crossing the Red Sea with The Adverts (Fire UK, 2002)
06. The DamnedNew Rose
Damned Damned Damned (Stiff, 1977)
07. The StranglersEuropean Female
Greatest Hits 1977-1990 (1991)
08. The FeeliesCrazy Rhythms
Crazy Rhythms (Bar None, 2009)
09. The JamSmithers-Jones
The Sound Of The Jam (2002)

Ah, sorry guys, been a little slow. I am trying to keep up. How about something to play for hot summer afternoon? I collected few early punk and new wave. That distinct British sound from late 70′s. I like them when it click, specially the melody and lyrics. “Every time just like the last // On her ship tied to the mast // To distant lands // Takes both my hands // Never a frown with golden brown” It can sing in my head over and over again softly like a lullaby. (Or maybe it’s the heat stroke.) Who says punk is all harsh. The root is all folks, songs, and blues, the things that children will sing for ages to come to fend off bad time.

Anyway, explore the web, entertain yourself while I am sorting up stuff. This can take a while, Moka will hold down the fort, so be nice to her.

see also: new wave, punk
image: Punk ‘n’ Love by ~tingfinder

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Category: Rock

Boop

Beat and stuff

01. Slag Boom Van LoonSutjeda (Four Tet remix)
So soon (Phantom Sound & Vision, 2001)
02. Mo’HorizonsCha Cha Cha
Remember Tomorrow (Stereo Deluxe, 2001)
03. Ursula 1000Boop (Skeewiff Remix)
Esl Remixed: The 100th Release of Esl Music (ESL, 2006)
04. ToscaHoney
Suzuki (K7, 2000)
05. Chris JossRoot Juice
sticks (ESL, 2009)

note: Standard downtempo ESL sound circa ’00. Old favorite, nothing mind blowing while I try to get back on the beat. Been a little busy. Btw, should check that Slag Boom Van Loon album, I think they are timeless. Say, what’s going on out there? Any crazy sound I should know? I’ve been living under the rock lately.

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Category: Electronica, Pop

Spring 2010

Sergei Nikolaevitch, a round little man with a plump, light-complexioned face, gazed first at the master of the house, then raised his eyes to the ceiling. ‘I had no first love,’ he said at last; ‘I began with the second.’

‘How was that?’

‘It’s very simple. I was eighteen when I had my first flirtation with a charming young lady, but I courted her just as though it were nothing new to me; just as I courted others later on. To speak accurately, the first and last time I was in love was with my nurse when I was six years old; but that’s in the remote past. The details of our relations have slipped out of my memory, and even if I remembered them, whom could they interest?’

‘Then how’s it to be?’ began the master of the house. ‘There was nothing much of interest about my first love either; I never fell in love with any one till I met Anna Nikolaevna, now my wife,—and everything went as smoothly as possible with us; our parents arranged the match, we were very soon in love with each other, and got married without loss of time. My story can be told in a couple of words. I must confess, gentlemen, in bringing up the subject of first love, I reckoned upon you, I won’t say old, but no longer young, bachelors. Can’t you enliven us with something, Vladimir Petrovitch?’

‘My first love, certainly, was not quite an ordinary one,’ responded, with some reluctance, Vladimir Petrovitch, a man of forty, with black hair turning grey. -The Torrents of Spring.

Spring 2010. No.1

01. Federico AubeleOtra Vez
Amatoria (ESL Music, Inc., 2009)
02. The ClienteleNever Anyone But You
Bonfires on the Heath (Merge Records, 2009)
03. April Smith and the Great Picture ShowColors
Songs for a Sinking Ship (Little Roscoe, 2010)
04. Devendra BanhartSome People Ride The Wave
Cripple Crow (2005)
05. Holly GolightlyIt’s All Over Now
Up the Empire (Sympathy 4 the R.I., 1998) (Live)

note: Ahh, spring is almost here. The snow is melting and your eyes are scanning the horizon from bedroom window. Your head is full of thousand plans. Drawing them in scrap papers to explore and conquer the backyard hills, and calling friend for secret meetings at the tree house. There will be more paper hats, wooden swords and unlimited supplies of lemonade and candies than last year. The world will be ours. This summer will be the most glorious ever.

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Category: Pop, Rock

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]