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Aug 15, 2010 7

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

Jul 7, 2010 11

Allez Donc Vous Faire Bronzer

Photo: Nickolas Muray via GEH.

Allez donc vous faire bronzer
Sur la plage, sur la plage.

An all-weekend getaway to the beach. A subtle and clumsy dance on the pool. I love this Nickolas Muray photograph. I had no idea they had such bright, colourful photographs in 1932. I’d love to lie and tell you I created this playlist inspired by it. Maybe I will.
I created this playlist inspired by today’s photograph. Manouche jazz, soul funk, rare groove… it’s a nice, vibrant soundset for warm summer days. It might just scare the rain away.

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Category: Acoustic, Beats, Jazz, Soul

Jun 10, 2010 10

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

Mar 10, 2010 8

…Into a Space Chemo

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When he woke up, the dinosaur was still there.
- Augusto Monterroso.

  1. Electroid 2000- Moogsters Revenge
    A Monstrous Psychedelic Bubble Exploding In Your Mind Vol. 2  (Platipus, 2008)
  2. Johnny Jones & The King Casuals – Purple Haze
    Come Get It I Got It (13 Amp Recordings, 2002)
  3. Czeslaw Nieman – Z Listu Do M
    Katharsis (Polskie Nagrania  Musa,  1975)
  4. San Ui Lim – Frustration
    Prog Is Not  A Four Letter Word (Delay 68 Records,  2005)
  5. Música Dispersa- Cefalea
    Folk Is NoT  A Four Letter Word (Delay 68 Records, 2005)
  6. The Gaslamp Killer – Anything Worse
    My Troubled Mind (Brain feeder, 2009)
  7. Bo Diddley - Elephant Man
    The Black Gladiator (Cheker, 1970)
  8. Titán-Chemix
    Titán (Nuevos Ricos, 2005)
 Hi everybody! It’s been a long time since my last post. Spent all December looking through several “best of” lists but couldn’t find anything that caught my attention. It wasn’t until early January that I bumped against some amazing psychedelic compilations that my love for music was overhauled. These is a tiny selection of highlights from these compilations, as well as a song from The Gaslamp Killer, a gem of experimental hip hop from LA. Hope you enjoy them.

Image: Here

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Category: Experimental, Folk, Hip hop, Soul

Mar 7, 2010 9

Undiscovered Land

How beautiful the sun is on warm evenings! How deep space is! How powerful is the heart! Bending over you, queen of adored ones, I thought I breathed the perfume of your blood. How beautiful the sun is on warm evenings!

Night deepened like a wall, and my eyes in the darkness sensed your eyes, and I drank your breath, O sweetness! O poison! And your feet slumbered in my brotherly hands. Night deepened like a wall.

I know the art of evoking happy moments, and live again my past curled up in your lap. For what is the good of seeking your languorous beauty elsewhere than in your dear body and in your so gentle heart? I know the art of evoking happy moments. – The Balcony. Charles Baudelaire, ca. 1856. trans. Elaine Marks (1962).

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” Map of undiscovered Land. ”

01. Joanna Newsom – ’81
Have One On Me (Drag City, 2010)
02. Be Good Tanyas – the coo coo bird
Blue Horse (Nettwerk Records, 2001)
03. Charlie Patton – Poor Me
Founder of the Delta Blues (Yazoo, 1969)
04. Liu Shui – Flowing Streams
Voyager Golden Record (NASA, 1977)
05. 5′nizza – Солдат (Soldat)
Pyatnitsa (2003)
06. The Go Find – Everybody Knows It’s Gonna Happen Only Not Tonight
Everybody Knows It’s Gonna Happen Only Not Tonight (Morr Music, 2010)

note: A short evening list. The songs seem innocent and ordinary, but turn out to be more than that. It’s like hearing an old friend telling odd personal revelation in random evening. Past and present are all in one spot, image and stories simply float out in the evening air. Anyway the list set flow is a little hurried, so maybe the songs contrast will act as a consolation. I am in scattered mood. They are a piece by Newsom, an applachian country, pre war blues, NASA audio file, ukrainian duo and an indie for closing. It’s a lose evening theme with blues.

see also: Voyager Golden Record
image: Abbey Lee Kershaw for Numero#110 by Greg Kade

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Category: 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]

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