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.
Tag: Interactive
Watch “Magazine – Peel Session 1978” on YouTube
Suggestion: put this on and do your thing.
Good fretting-about tunes.
No cans required.
No rights, homage.
Watch “Abstract Orchestra ‘Raid'” on YouTube
Watch “Lou Reed Ride Into The Sun with Lyrics in Description” on YouTube
The right song for a dexterous night
And for one I think of.
No rights:homage
Watch “Massive Attack feat. Mos Def – I Against I” on YouTube
A diabolical combo.
These are are two of my favorite…
Dig.
Used for good, clean energy boosts.
No rights: homage.
Watch “Ian Dury & The Blockheads – Peel Session 1977” on YouTube
No rights: pure homage.
A gent friend introduced me to their music a year ago or so.
Do it yourself.
Instantly endeared them to me.
Such a unique, sound from an innovative guy.
Original.
Looks good in denim overalls too .
I look forward to digging into them more.
Watch “Five Man Army (2012 Mix/Master)” on YouTube
No rights, homage
Triphop flashback,
Trendy Wendy.
I take a small step….
People call me Tricky for a particular reason…
Now whose got the micro-phone?
July 2 not – quite Mandala
Watch “Pink Floyd – Raw and Live 1972” on YouTube
No rights, just homage.
I howl for stripped down classics and supergroups.
Good jams for toast.
Mandala construction
Watch “Pull” on YouTube
No rights, pure homage to N’Awlins standard.
Punkish for them. Great production on this album. Remastered not too long ago.
Sounds like a PJ Harvey joint.
A childhood fave of mind.
Watch “James Brown – Make It Funky Part 1 Thru 4 (Super Rare)” on YouTube
No rights; pure homage.
Dig the JBE
Great music to listen to while creating stuff .
kool cat
Watch “I’ve Got A Feeling (Naked Version / Remastered 2013)” on YouTube
Why do i love this song?
Infinitely relatable and self-referential.
Can anyone say what the feeling is?
Seems to just be A feeling.
Hey!
I get that/those too!
Hum, huh?
Beta Testing the Block
I step out for fresh air.
A test of a weakness.
An ankle.
Something cut down before ampersand after it grew.
A bit of pink on loam.
Two sets of fox gloves, where before there was one,
for anyone to slip on.
A well-placed curve.
A root-ball as seen from one angle.
Threads of scarf couple with a fallen blossom on the asphalt.
The most-intense yellow mimics the fields of North Umbrian rapeseed pastures.
Juxtaposed upon green.
As seen from a train.
Speculation
Mindful
is to
Mindfulness
as
Loch
is to
Lock Ness
Monster.
Watch “Pink Floyd – On The Run” & here me wax-on poetic/s.
No rights, just pure homage
to the first electronica/synth jam i ever heard in my entire life.
At least as far back as i can speculatively conjecture.
I was around age 5.
The daydreams i could and can enliven when actively listening to this cut
border on the absurd;
but, when carrying a double edged sword, Damocles, the most important
point/e/
To remember is: it has two sharp sides.
And, Damocles, apparently it hangs directly above you.
Observation only.
Already working on ambidexterity?
Genius it is to observe this track sidling itself betwixt the tracks finding themselves apposite ampersand opposite.
Facing each other as well as arching, in honest, desperate, curiosity.
(i.e. it plays well b/w the two songs between which it falls.)
A valley between twin peaks
Which can also serve us as a
Ladder-Alice
Uses from time to time.
Love it much. Dig.
Giggle.
Welcome to another lunar side, i suppose.
Treat yourself.
Listen to it cans on and try to discern the voices.
Heady.
De-laced in the Forest: A short, interesting jaunt.
My hiking boots (both members of the pair) suffer split laces.
They lace up through eyelets. It takes a toll on the strings to pull the tops taut.
They have a lot of character.
This is why I resist swapping them out.
An old friend even nabbed me a pair of replacement laces.
The boot (right one) lace finally snapped such that the lace was too short to even serve its function.
This occurred before I set out today. As I tied my shoes.
I thought: I could replace the lace.
I then thought: meh, just make do and get on with the walking.
That is what I did.
The makeshift knot did not stay tied. I stop and retie one way.
The then makeshift knot did not stay tied.
So, I just got on with walking with an untied shoe.
Stubborn. Giggle.
I hit the trail head.
A tree snapped overnight.
It lays splayed with a bayonet.
I realize that if I walk with my right foot to the very edge of the right side of the trail, the lace will flop through the soft grass instead of dancing and bobbing in bounces upon the paved trail.
Heuristic.
My attention is hooked and I relish the realization.
Despite its silly, triviality.
And, I do not feel silly or bad for the momentary smile that spreads over my face.
But, then I realize, the walking has not occurred.
You can see the bench upon which I stop as I head back,
to consider the lace.
I rip the wearied threads until only the still enstrengthened portion remains.
It changes the pressure supporting my right foot.
I enjoy the feeling and shift on the way home.
Suppose it is time to replace the laces.
But who knows?
Forest Down: It snowed Cottonwood
Canary-ied.
A yellow monarch on
bloom flutters-by.
That is not random light, it is a worm
suspended by a satin string.
Spinning mid-air.
Center-stage
of the path.
Is that a good or a bad day for the creature?
Hanging by a plant,
pint and a praeter-prayer.
One branch a’loosened. Snapped. Remaining.
The bark of a
tree’s tread. Rubber meeting road-air.
Veined loam.
Detritus.
Vitriol.
A feather/s lost is no
clipped wing but
Bird might have gone
down-y.
I well-aged pair of companions.
Purple seeps in.
Light hangs in
almost-rainbows.
Gone before you can even blink.
Driven snow around and on the ground.
Watch “Ocean Breathes Salty – Sun Kil Moon” on YouTube
No rights, just homage.
A real, little but sweet gut punch of a song.
The disempassioned but not resigned tone of the vocal.
The difference between saying
I don’t think so
&
I hope so.
WrittenCasey 