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Trend in Minimalism

We live today in a world of ever more stuff – what sometimes seems a deluge of goods and shopping. We tend to assume that this has two results: that we are more superficial, and that we are more materialistic, our relationships to things coming at the expense of our relationships to people. We make such assumptions, we speak in cliches, but we have rarely trid to put these assumptions to the test. – somewhere online.

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Beat Callibration for new Template. No.1

01. Hauschka - Firn
The Prepared Piano (2005)
02. Nik Bartsch’s RoninModul 45
Holon (Ecm Records, 2008)
03. Alva Notoflashforward
For (Line (a division of 12k), 2006)
04. John BJazz Session II
Drum’n'bass: Visions (1997)
05. MatmosSemen Song For James Bidgood
The Rose Has Teeth in the Mouth of a Beast (2006)
06. FridgeDrum Machines and Glockenspiel
Happiness (Temporary Residence, 2001)

note: A lovely miscellaneous minimalism and other. I created for late summer afternoon sometimes ago, but I’ll turn it to idea source for this new template. Orderly but not antiseptic, sparse but not empty, clean but not lacking detail. One can run around freely in the open space. Yes we know the new template is a little disorganized. It needs work, incorrect size and everything is in the wrong place. But as 2 previous templates, we eventually fix the balance if everybody nags enough. Think of this as MdM Madonna’s phase. Change of style and dusting up stodgy habit. … oh and from now on, we will only post lady Gaga for good measure. (just kidding, she is cool)

as usual don’t be shy commenting away if you have good idea for MdM. We are a bit off the caffeine lately.

image: channel 4

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Category: Electronica, Experimental

Feel It

The West Siberian Plain consists mostly of Cenozoic alluvial deposits and is somewhat low-lying. Many of the deposits on this plain result from ice dams; having reversed the flow of the Ob and Yenisei Rivers, so redirecting them into the Caspian Sea (perhaps the Aral as well). It is very swampy and soils are mostly peaty Histosols and, in the treeless northern part, Histels. In the south of the plain, where permafrost is largely absent, rich grasslands that are an extension of the Kazakh Steppe formed the original vegetation (almost all cleared now). – Geology of Siberia.

Nearly Random Evening Electronic Mix

01. Nirvana vs. Adam FreelandSmells Like Freeland
Smells Like Teen Spirit 2003-Whitelabel Vinyl (2003)
02. RoyksoppA Higher Place
Melody AM (2001)
03. Ralph Myerz and The Jack Herren BandFeel It
A Special Album (Emperor Norton, 2003)
04. Kraftwelt - Wind blues
Electric dimension (Cleopatra, 1996)
05. CantomaBill Morgan on The Organ
Cantoma (Quango, 2005)
06. QuanticSnakes In The Grass
5th Exotic (Tru Thoughts, 2001)
07. Xploding PlastixWorking The Neck
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note: I am a little drifting, so this is a somewhat muffled evening electronic. I made this a while back, not even sure why I did it, but it is not entirely directionless. It has some nice head bopping tempo in it, mostly instrumental. It should work for quite evening working at the computer. I will make a nicer list later.

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Category: Electronica

Midnight Tempo I

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One summer night, out on a flat headland, all but surrounded by the waters of the bay, the horizons were remote and distant rims on the edge of space.  Millions of stars blazed in darkness, and on the far shore a few lights burned in cottages.  Otherwise there was no reminder of human life.  My companion and I were alone with the stars:  the misty river of the Milky Way flowing across the sky, the patterns of the constellations standing out bright and clear, a blazing planet low on the horizon.  It occurred to me that if this were a sight that could be seen only once in a century, this little headland would be thronged with spectators.  But it can be see many scores of nights in any year, and so the lights burned in the cottages and the inhabitants probably gave not a thought to the beauty overhead; and because they could see it almost any night, perhaps they never will.
Rachel Carson

This is the first of the “Midnight tempo” series. You can find some rhytmical pop sound to surfing or traveling  across the midnight. 
See you in the next time.  While enjoy it.   

Photo: Twentyeight

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Category: Beats, Electronica, Motel de Moka

Ella fue (She was the one)

Photo: Julia Galdo.

Now that I am no longer a hyperbolic youth able to make love to you 37 times an afternoon, perhaps my odes are better in recompense.
Here is a semitransparent pebble I picked up on the way to my EKG. Probably worthless but it is my heart so take it. Step inside the lightbulb of my fermentation, Aphrodite, and tell me of the heating ducts of your day.
Put your eyelash on my pillow, I will do whatever you say.

- Dean Young.

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Category: Bedroom playlist, Electronica, Soul

Better play the note you know

Floorboards creak all night long in our house; the ghosts must go soon,
all night they tremble and fold their secrets in the growing heat of
the trees.

I remember again the night my roots exploded and mud sloshed in my guts.

How you resex the swinging trees and sing our trembling skins to sleep.

- Spencer Reece. Ghazals for Spring.

” Spring, in full swing. Part. 2″

+ Stone Flower is by miles my favorite Jobim album. Very subtle and sophisticated with some superb arrangement by Eumir Deodato. Today I’m picking Andorinha off of that album to start the playlist. It’s a very simple song fronted mainly by three musicians; Joao Palma providing a very delicate bossa beat, Jobim – absolutely brilliant – playing only the notes he needs to play on his Rhodes piano and Urbie Green, delivering a very smooth and laidback trombone performance.
+ Sora and Perrey and Kingsley give brazilian music the glitch treatment to produce some kind of retro-futuristic bossa, their approaches are wildly different though; Sora offers a polaroid, a nostalgic, detached fantasy while Perrey & Kingsley sound like a pair of crazy scientists using all sort of sounds they find in their studio library and exploding them apart just for fun.
+ Jurassic 5 and Jackson Conti provide the upbeat section this fine spring afternoon with some instrumental hip hop. Have a nice weekend!

In other things: I re-opened my twitter account. I’m still learning to use the thing, but I’ll try to log in as much as possible and post some music recommendations and motel updates as well as answering user messages and comments. So uhm…, I’ll just leave this thing here: twitter/moteldemoka

Image credits: [1, 2, 3, 4, 5].
See also: Spring 2010.

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Category: Electronica, Hip hop

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]