The slickness.
Anyone else recognizing the groove?
Connections, huh?
The slickness.
Anyone else recognizing the groove?
Connections, huh?
“Very holy grail”
Ah hell, never a dull moment.
This piques my interest for personal reasons.
23rd album. Reality. Read Bowie’s quote about the title, yeah?
In a previous post, I link to a delightful interview with Nile Rodgers who discusses Bowie asking to see the disco king.
Thê song sounds very new to my ears.
Time capsule it. Play it on a rainy night for your kids when they are teenagers.
Hmmm.
Maybe their kids when they are teenagers.
Time makes white look white, until compared to brighter white.
Provenance?
Has Ended by Thom Yorke mazon Music
https://music.amazon.com/albums/B07GZ9L24S?trackAsin=B07GZ9GSLC&ref=dm_sh_O8MIfrQqbeo0ltNOG2yEHOv6j
Give it a listen at 2x playback. It sounds equally good, I’d wager, at any number of playback speeds, not hard to convince our ear drums.
it is still music. It does not turn to noise.
it falls from fashion, critical regard.
But even terrible songs are songs. If they were not, you would not have termed the noise music.
The wholly original, genius of Sun Ra put it best: we work on the otherside of time
Space is the Place is what’s up.
Poussières d’étoiles
Dwans their lumin
It is what is though. Like everything and all.
Eclipses
Phases
Vectors
Sea Changes
Middle C
Belle Curves
When stars fell on alabama,
There was no moonlight slow dance
They thought the The End was
Nigh
Night
Knight
But is you can talk about The End in the past tense.
At least you are
http://jonimitchell.com/music/song.cfm?id=234
What a web/site.
What an artist.
A genius.
She reads better than she sings
And she already sings like pure.
Talk about workin’ it!
Foucault’s Pendulum¤ = Asteroid of a book and author and both have coated me in spec(k)s of poussières d’étoiles forever.
Sister star to The Glass Bead Game: Magister Ludi°, at least in my little ol’ heart.
Trine. Zenith. Allegorical Syzygy?
Funny, for sure. Bless him for that because this book was heavy-wading for this gal.
Until,
I hit p.478 and read the text in the pic below. I, literally, Laughed out Loud; I, figuratively, was Rolling on the Floor Laughing.^

Mystical sumption of the syllogism, or modus ponens. But while this gal fumbles with wordsmithing, here are some juicy open secrets to for you more achievement oriented individuals to add to your trove.
Do you see the connection?
¤ Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data [ed. note: open secret x]
Eco, Umberto
[Pendolo di Foucault, English]
Foucault’s pendulum/by Umberto Eco ; translated from the Italian
by William Weaver—Ist ed.
p. cm.
Translation of: Il pendolo di Foucault.
“A Helen and Kurt Wolff book.”
ISBN 0-15-132765-3
PQ4865.C6P4613. 1989
853′.914–dc20. 89-32212
°Originally published under the title of Das Glasperlenspiel by Fretz & Verlag AG Zürich Copyright 1943.
^ Aka 🤣 FKA (original med. f/k/a) ROLF. This note is for my sister, with love.
¿Whatz thiz?
Itz whatz effin’ up & itz rock n’ roll! Howl yes, it is.
A tasty jam for your toast
Show them some love https://blackpistolfire.com
Buy their new album already*.
It’s called Deadbeat Graffiti.
*even if you don’t spend money, they’ll let ya stream their 2016 set at the Governor’s Ball.°
°you ain’t heard of The Govenor’s Ball before? So? Not surprised. It’s a pretty nifty affair.
Giggle.
It’s kinda like The Secret Policeman’s Ball^
^ Psyche- The Secret Policeman’s Ball▪ wishes it was The Govenor’s Ball. Eat your hearts out!
▪ [intertexuality steganography: here’s a personal rant. Giggle.]
#cut-it-out-Alabama
It really is a strange place. I got out of town & moved across country.
Timecapsule:
As long as it is not the Luv Gov.
What happens in Alabama and in Dirty South politics
The heroes keeping the the contentious citizen apprised and amused. Thank you al.com.
Words for free and transparency.
Eddy out.

Top ten daydream involves being able to sing this well.
Hot damn.
What a man.
This song in particular. The harmonies, the percussive vocals.
Such a gorgeous song for such a serious subject matter.
Absolutely includes Gaye giving a scream to rival any rocker.
A recent conversation left me reexamining my mental (re)collection of the 1980’s music scene. I came from an acoustic, Martin, early 1960’s to gritty 1970’s household, ya see.
Now, I was a young `un during the `80s, not even alive for the full decade. I write from sloppy memory & unresearched timelines.
To wit. viz. My first memories of favorite songs (years before-gasp-receiving my first cd/tape player boombox) include:
1. Phil Collins (solo, post Genesis); Groovy Kind of Love
2. The Beach Boys (see Surf’s Up not Pet Sounds. Giggle); Kokomo
3. Don Henley (solo, stag de La Eagles); All She Wants to do is Dance
My radio cassette player allowed me to record radio to cassette tape. I took great advantage of such a Tape OP.
The draped-on drum production kinda kills me.
Insta-musical carbon dating.
Not necessarily standing the test of time.
Remaining revolutionary.
But hindsight blahblahblah.
I know I’ll take Tears for Fears, INXS, and George Michael (see also The New Radicals 1990’s) most days.
But I thought real hard about what song with which to start a Pressed review.
The 1980’s have some spectacular introductory pieces (ala Fleetwood Mac’s The Chain).
Songs that mesmerize you before they truly begin.
Donnie Darko previously re-popularized Tears for Fears Head Over Heels. Same band, Sowing the Seeds of Love continued a pop sentiment that trickled down to Oasis, Space Hog. REM.
But, as far as knock out 1980’s intros that I can immediately recall, I had to land here with INXS. Vaguely Antish?
P.s. an exemplar par excellence of the use of a 1980’s sax. Too often wrecking a track.
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Definition in musical notation.
Too lovely.
Let’s get heavy.
Sort of Stairway’s secret sister song.
Shivers.
Appropriate. It snowed five inches yesterday.
The story renders it incumbent upon the reader to engage a very active imaginative capacity. As such pictures help. Pictures also bias.














The tradition of Courtly Love in literature comes in three types: allegories, lyricals, and romance (aka færy tales).
In prudence of full disclosure, be aware that Richard Wagner’s opera was tentatively titled Parzifal (just as WOLFRAM VON ESCHENBACH had titled the protagonist) until 1877, when he switched to the handle Parsifal. This change was informed by one theory about the origin and etymology of the name (Perceval > Parzifal > Parsifal).
Vidēre licet the name as of Persian order Fal (Pure) Parsi (Fool).
At this time, your historian has been unable to validate any other origin theories for the name.
Though we shall encounter, virtually, every story ever told within Parzifal, a breakdown of the tradition of Courtly Love and Chivalry during the High Middle Ages as Eschebach tells it is justly prudent.
We concern ourselves, as the reader, with (1) Provençal troubadours, (2) French trovères, and (3) minnesänger.
I’m Wolfram von Eschenbach. I’m a bit of a minnesänger.
Note that Eschenbach states that a Provençal called Kyot (my research suggest Pyot to be a correspondant name in other texts) sent ” the book” to him.
Of keen interest to your historian is the patron enabling Eschenbach to afford the luxury of his composition. Wolfram was under the patronage of Medieval German Mæcenas Herman Landgrave of Thuringia.

The tradition of Courtly Love and Chivalry during the High Middle Ages as seen from the Critical perspective:
The overall gist, to be concisely reductive) of works concerned with courtly love seems to be the romance of self-perfection in knighthood, where both the chivalric and the spiritual receive their due as part of Love and Sensualism.
Parzifal had the knowledge of chivalry concealed from him until he was of an age able to think for himself.
In C.S. Lewis’ Allegory of Love, he presents the literary tradition of courtly love to include four basic characteristics: humility ; courtesy ; adultery ; Religion of Love.
A feudalization of love.
We will consider the meaning of the above shortly.
The genius of the above description will be revealed in history of words.
Eternal fascinations.
Measuring circles & David Bowie.
I wanna high kick like that. Geez.
“Well, maybe I could do this too.” Neil Young after hearing the Beatles.
Wittgenstein is proud. No doubt.
“Neil Young Inducts Paul McCartney into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inductions 1999” on YouTube
In this six minute clip, he shares early experiences as a musician, as a musician going solo and the impact of The Beatles, particularly (along with many other musicians) his appreciation for Paul McCartney’s bass playing (“He played it left hand,” says Young. Just like Ziggy!).
As a Southerener (Deep South, to be clear) for over thirty years, The Rolling Stones album, Exile on Mainstreet, Neil Young’s Harvest most closely express the energy of the Dirty South, US. Amusing given neither outfit is American. Whatever an American is. <We were founded on philosophy, not history.>
I still remember the silly outrage I felt, when my father explained Neil Young was from Canada.
Canada?! They already have Joni Mitchell, though! I was so jealous. And disappointed that Young was no longer like me in this sense. Typical adolescent stuff, right? Giggle.
Southern Man and Alabama were outsider views?! Impossible. These had been Songs of Lament I could share in. This owed to me imaging that Neil Young’s perspective arose from living in the gothic American South. Whatever that is.
Suddenly (and without warning. Giggle), they were Songs of Condemnation.
Akin to the this sentiment:
As an older sister, I relentlessly hassle my little sister, but if anyone else so much as looks at her with crossed eyes s/he will be destroyed. That’s my effing sister!
Now I’m older and see the error in my thinking
He still sang the Song of the South.
Genius transcends and understands without experience. He’s in my pantheon of geniuses.
ROLL THE TAPE!
Young understands Wittgenstein’s concept of “the duty of genius,” which, as I read it, boils down to two things:
1. To believe there is no true or real difference between you and the great minds we celebrate (e.g. Abraham Lincoln, M.C. Escher, Johann Sebastian Bach, Umberto Eco, St. Augustine, etc).
2. To try to do your best at persuing a more robust mastery of abilities. Should you find a great passion, engage it and enjoy, but do not be discouraged by the heights others achieved.
It is not that you’ll never be that good. It is that everyone has the potential to be that good.
You just gotta try.