Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Buying new shoes - The thing that came back home.
He was shorter than me. The hint of a smile played about his lips, as if he had just heard a joke and was now smiling in the most natural way. Nor had the joke been a vulgar one: it was the kind of elegant pleasantry that the minister of foreign affairs might have told the crown prince at a garden party a generation ago, causing the surrounding listeners to titter with delight.
It's time that we began to laugh...
Do not, not watch this. This is incredible footage. A testament the honesty and rawness that was the drive behind a true poet. It is the authenticity of his emotion that makes Cohen better than most. And here it is, in all its glory. This song hits me in the core of my core and throws gooosebumps up and down my spine and more often than not springs tears in my eyes. I want to bath in this song!
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
The Deep.
The Deep were formed in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania , during the mid-1960s. They they're a little bit protopunk and and a little bit psychedelic. In fact, their biggest claim to fame is probably that the title of their sole album, The Psychedelic Moods of The Deep, is most likely the first time the word "psychedelic" was used in an album title.
The Psychedelic Moods album was recorded in August 1966 for the Cameo-Parkway label, which was also home to fellow protopunkers *? and the Mysterians. While the exact release date of the album has yet to be definitively established, the record most likely had been shipped to stores by late October 1966, based on the known release dates and catalogue numbers of other Cameo-Parkway albums. This would make it the first album to include the word "psychedelic" in its title, beating out the Blues Magoos' "Psychedelic Lollipop", released as early as November 1, 1966, and the 13th Floor Elevators "The Psychedelic Sounds of the 13th Floor Elevators", released around the last week of November 1966.
The Deep's Psychedelic Moods did not sell well, and the group did not tour to support it. They seem to have existed as a studio-only band, and, aside from sessions for their album, produced no other recordings under that name. Whatever the case, Rusty Evans left Cameo-Parkway to record a new album for Columbia Records in 1967. Ditching the name The Deep, this second album was credited to the band Freak Scene and entitled Psychedelic Psoul. The sound of this album is very similar to that of The Deep's album, and should be considered a follow-up in all but name.
Monday, May 10, 2010
The monkeys of the shitty island.
... "Do you know the story of the monkeys of the shitty island?" I asked Noburo Wataya.
He shook his head, with no sign of interest. "Never heard of it."
Somewhere, far, far away, there’s a shitty island. An island without a name. An island not worth giving a name. A shitty island with a shitty shape. On this shitty island grow palm trees that have also have shitty shapes. And the palm trees produce coconuts that give off a shitty smell. Shitty monkeys live in the trees, and they love to eat these shitty-smelling coconuts after which they shit the world’s foulest shit. The shit falls on the ground and builds up shitty mounds, making the shitty palm trees that grow on them even shittier. It’s an endless cycle.”
I drank the rest of my coffee.
"As I sat here looking at you," I continued, "I suddenly remembered the story of this shitty island. What I'm trying to say is this: A certain kind of shittiness, a certain kind of stagnation, a certain kind of darkness, goes on propagating itself with its own power in its own self-contained cycle. And once it passes a certain point, no one can stop it - even if the person himself wants to stop it."
(Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle)
He shook his head, with no sign of interest. "Never heard of it."
Somewhere, far, far away, there’s a shitty island. An island without a name. An island not worth giving a name. A shitty island with a shitty shape. On this shitty island grow palm trees that have also have shitty shapes. And the palm trees produce coconuts that give off a shitty smell. Shitty monkeys live in the trees, and they love to eat these shitty-smelling coconuts after which they shit the world’s foulest shit. The shit falls on the ground and builds up shitty mounds, making the shitty palm trees that grow on them even shittier. It’s an endless cycle.”
I drank the rest of my coffee.
"As I sat here looking at you," I continued, "I suddenly remembered the story of this shitty island. What I'm trying to say is this: A certain kind of shittiness, a certain kind of stagnation, a certain kind of darkness, goes on propagating itself with its own power in its own self-contained cycle. And once it passes a certain point, no one can stop it - even if the person himself wants to stop it."
(Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle)
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
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