A Lazy Afternoon at the Edge of Time


Loving tenderness abounds for all
from the darkest
to the most eminent one beyond the stars,
- Hildegard of Bingen


Afternoon Easter 2012

01. Anouar BrahemEté andalous
Le Voyage De Sahar (ECM, 2006)
02. Art TatumLover
Body and Soul (A Jazz Hour With, 1996)
03. Sarah VaughanEasy Living
How Long Has This Been Going On? (1978)
04. Blossom DearieOur Love Is Here to Stay
Once Upon a Summertime (1958)
05. FridgeDrum Machines and Glockenspiel
Happiness (Temporary Residence, 2001)
06. Múm - Away
Summer Make Good (Fat Cat, 2004)
07. The RootsThe Return to Innocence Lost
The Roots (1999)
08. Explosions in the SkyGreet Death
Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Die, Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Live Forever (Temporary Residence, 2001)

note: Happy Easter everybody. First, is everybody still in one piece? earthquake and all a while back. second sorry for not posting anything lately, but what’s new. Anyway, a little lazy afternoon list. It doesn’t have new songs, but made it fresh, so it should actually be “lazy afternoon”. As for the theme, maybe easter-ish. Love, redemption and death. I personally find it odd right now that life has to be redeeemed with death, seems so dark. With war going on and stuff. Why can’t they create a religious holiday to remind people not to be so bloody and destructive. sort of “chill” day. Nobody shall die holiday. It may not be all that grand, but at least it won’t be so dark. And yeah, the list is a bit dark at closing in keeping with my “see what I mean” mood. Love, death and destruction.. where is the redemption here and now? … ok. I am shutting up now. :D happy holiday everybody.

image: Ed Yourdon

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Category: Acoustic, Experimental

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

Coração vagabundo

Photo: Llove exhibition via Yatzer.

Alice asked the Chesire Cat, who was sitting in a tree, “What road do I take?”
The cat asked, “Where do you want to go?”
“I don’t know”, Alice answered.
“Then,” said the cat, “it really doesn’t matter, does it?”

Lewis Carrol, Alice in Wonderland.

My connection was in danger—that was all. Sometimes our connection is frayed, it is in danger, it seems almost lost. Views and streets deny knowledge of us, the air grows thin. Wouldn’t we rather have a destiny to submit to, then, something that claims us, anything, instead of such flimsy choices, arbitrary days?

- Alice Munro, The Albanian Virgin.

One of those days when I feel sabotaged from within. The world turning into a pale substance made of hubris and daydreams and obsessions. I’m trying to remain constructive by making a list of  practical things that help me breathe through these sort of days. So far the activities that have worked for me are: Running for miles until the pain and exhaustion overcomes circular thoughts. Taking a nice, thorough shower of angst. Listening to music that puts me in a halcyon frame of mind. Sleeping it over.
Tonight will be the night I kill all of my idols. It’s time to stop making excuses and move on.

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Category: Acoustic, Bedroom playlist, Electronica, Experimental

Late Night and It was Her Birthday


” Very Late Night. One day after Moka’s Birthday. “

01. Ruben Gonzalez – Pa’ gozar
Chanchullo (2000)
02. Ø + NotoLos
Wohltemperiert (Raster-Norton, 2001)
03. Ø + NotoHain
Wohltemperiert (Raster-Norton, 2001)
04. Gidon KremerSoledad
Hommage a Piazzolla (1996)
05. TchaikovskyThe Seasons, Selection (Sviatoslav Richter In 1983), June, Barcarolle
Great Pianists of the Century – vol 4 (2002)
06. Chopin - Mazurka No.51 in F minor Op.68 No.4
Chopin Maria Joao Pires (2009)
07. ChopinMazurka No.40 in F minor Op.63 No.2 – Lento
Chopin Maria Joao Pires (2009)
08. DebussyPréludes – Livre 1 – 11. La Danse De Puck
Claude Debussy: Préludes, Vol. 1; Images (1978)
09. Satie - Gymnopédies – 2. Lent Et Triste
The Magic Of Satie : Jean-Yves Thibaudet (2002)



Well, simple music becomes complicated very quickly when it comes to making a list for Moka. My brain turns right noodly, she does have her peculiar taste you know. So maybe this year I string up something delicate and extremely beautiful pieces instead of themes. It’s a Late night list, the kind one wants to hear the last thing before the day ends. Maybe she’ll be too tired to notice imperfect list and just enjoy the songs instead. heh. But they are some of the best interpreted pieces I found so far. (start from track 4. The first 3 is to annoys her. I can’t help it.) And Happy Birthday, Moka.

image: NIN, *nacnud*

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Melodía A.M.

Photo: Steven Beckly

The first cup moistens my lips and throat.  The second cup breaks my loneliness.  The third cup searches my barren entrail but to find therein some thousand volumes of odd ideographs.  The fourth cup raises a slight perspiration – all the wrongs of life pass out through my pores.  At the fifth cup I am purified.  The sixth cup calls me to the realms of the immortals.  The seventh cup – ah, but I could take no more!  I only feel the breath of the cool wind that raises in my sleeves.  Where is Elysium?  Let me ride on this sweet breeze and waft away thither.  ~Lu Tung, Tea-Drinking-

El verano ha muerto para mi. Dentro de unas horas me tocará levantarme para volver a la escuela. Es un trayecto largo y subsecuentemente tengo que empezar a armar las listas que serán mis compañeras de viaje por las madrugadas: Música que me mantenga más o menos despierto y a tono para ser testigo fugaz del amanecer.
Mi dia empieza a las 4:00 a.m. tomaré una taza de té y emprenderé el viaje por ese destino constante llamado “rutina”.

See also: Cottage & Better play the note you know

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Category: Acoustic, Folk, Soul

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]