No rights: homage to a band I have loved for two decades.
Giggle. Despite myself.
New track released today.
Get the inoculation.
Get their music. Listen to it as an album.
Seriously. Howl excited am I? Too excited.
No rights: homage to a band I have loved for two decades.
Giggle. Despite myself.
New track released today.
Get the inoculation.
Get their music. Listen to it as an album.
Seriously. Howl excited am I? Too excited.
No rights: homage
Southern, punky in their style, given that they came from Georgia (albeit the artist’s savehaven of Athens which is historically known for its indie music scene).
I dig them much. Great players with dynamic, live charisma.
The vocal echo being sung after Stipe’s gives me chills.
They are geniuses at subtlely. Their content gets revolutionary for their context, but it is only whispered. Very articulately. And, their appeal across the spectrum is undeniable. A rare combo.
Umberto Eco became like a new Hermann Hesse to me, over the last two years.
I have only read Foucault’s Pendulum and On Literature, but these were undertakings filled with amazing rabbit holes.
I recently reread the pages of notes I took from Foucault’s Pendulum. A very hermetic-y work, at least to my unaffiliated eyes.
Here are my favorites.
Believe there is a secret and you will feel like an initiate. It costs nothing…to live as if there were a Plan.
To dismantle the world into two saraband of anagrams.
Le monde est fait pour aboutir a un livre (faux).
Tout se tient.
Books of diabolicals must not innovate.
Yearning for mystery. Initiation is learning never to stop.
The most powerful secret is a secret without content.
No rights: homage to an innovator.
Remember this album?
Opening track.
Sounds great in a pair of cans.
No rights: homage
A great gem.
Easy breathing.
Subtlety.
Especially when heard in cans.
….
A ball bouncing.
No rights: homage to someone playing the carcass of the dinosaur called a
Cigarette Pack Vending machine.
No rights: homage
Dig their style much.
A gem discovered this morning.
I am not a morning person by nature but this song had me moving and smiling.
Instant shot of swagger.
No rights: homage to voices speaking their truth.
poetry in practice.
Political eloquence.
Sincerity shines.
Kind, too.
I believe more can be found here.
Apologies, if I am mistaken.
No rights: homage.
A good song to walk home to.
No rights: homage.
I watched the news.
My mistake. I forget how I get [sic. Hissy fitt].
A good rejoinder.
/Land of the free, now, baby/tell me what it’s gonna be/
No rights: homage.
Howl along
I fell down the rabbit hole of Roger Penrose (along with Douglas Hofstadter) during my mid-twenties. I became quite intrigued by Gödel’s sentence G (Nagel has a great book for arm chair thinkers like me).
In/completeness
In/consistency
Computational capacity.
Just watch it, ok?
Giggle.
Howl.
3 tracks
1. Killing a son
2. Ballroom blitz bouncy drums accompany Jungle Jane.
3. Ecstasy.
No rights, writes, or rites.
Homage.
Hummmm….
Smile.
Back to basics.
A Sign of, The southern cross

As solar ræs alchemicalize water to solid dirt,

I ask the twelve year old:
Can you tell me what the difference is between a child and
a kid?
(Joke gotten.)
S/he laughed. I smiled.
Spiralin’, perfect circles
refuse to come into focus.

[I/1/i/one time]
@
k/Nigh/t
/Nigh/ a year ago, Uris (a brown bear) & Æ
walked you through this forest.
Clear and right to another plane.
It was the dead
Of
k/Nigh/t.
We passed a couple, bodies doubled,
back on
this slat.
They saw us thru.
I laughed. Startled.
Bemused, i held anxious Uris back.

A month later the
gatekeeper (let me a’) passed with a “god bless.”

It was not the night I went dancing in the dark woods.
This was the
k/Nigh/t
The kids twisted metal.

The dragonfly
Left
You, this flower.

A spoonful can
Abso-
Lutely
weigh a tonne.

Just as much as the difference
One inch this or that way
Can make
iN
the AbovE & THE bELOW
pictures.

A watery sky, waves below from on the surface.

A tree finds itself well-positioned.

All homage; no rights.
Great for the intro alone.
Not all musicians can talk about their songs well.
Favorite live version of this song, regardless.
Do they call 18 wheelers “lorries” in Canada too?
“Dead man lying by the side of the road with the daylight in his eyes/
Blind man running through the light of the night with an answer in his hand/
Come on down to the river of sight and you can really understand/…
If you’re walking home alone.”
Do y’all remember the album Relish?
Yeah, it has that overplayed track.
But, every other one is a gem that I bet you have not given a chance in a decade.
Am I wrong?

No rights, homage to a hero.
Get off there kids.
Not talking to the older kids.
Fuzzy noise.
Raw vibrations.
Good morning from the city.