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| Wednesday, May 9th, 2012 | | 2:56 pm |
| | Monday, April 2nd, 2012 | | 8:21 pm |
| | Monday, March 12th, 2012 | | 2:13 pm |
| | Monday, February 20th, 2012 | | 11:23 am |
| | Sunday, February 19th, 2012 | | 11:02 am |
не зря
"If there is one person in the audience who actually looked up to see if we were playing while you were in town, that's who we play for." Anthony Meloa of Controlled Bleeding, after last night's show. | | Tuesday, February 7th, 2012 | | 2:48 pm |
| | Wednesday, January 25th, 2012 | | 8:41 pm |
| | Sunday, January 15th, 2012 | | 10:13 am |
Cat Soup
Warning: not a children's cartoon | | Tuesday, December 27th, 2011 | | 8:19 am |
| | Friday, December 2nd, 2011 | | 7:45 pm |
the roil, the choke
According to an interview with Brian Eno which I happened to hear on the radio last night, the lyrics for one of my all-time Eno favorites, namely " The roil, the choke" were structured according to a traditional bell-ringing patterns. The four syllables correspond to the four bell tones used in the pattern (correction - a fifth syllable appears in the final two lines). He raised the stake And broke the soil And phrased the stroke That takes the oil And stoked, erased and foiled the lake And smoked and boiled the grazing snake The roil, the choke, the cakes of praise The spoils that break now cloak the days That wake the coil of blazing coke The flaking glaze of Royalty broke He raises, stakes, admires, stokes The flowery blaze, the fiery pokes A-B C-D A-C B-D C-A-D-B C-D-A-B D-C-B-A D-B-C-A B-D-A-C B-A-D-C A-B-F-C F-A-F-C | | Saturday, November 12th, 2011 | | 12:38 pm |
| | Sunday, October 30th, 2011 | | 12:23 pm |
безобразно не всё
Вчера сбылась у меня типичная мечта идиота и побывал я на концерте Shpongle Live... Но запись не о концерте вообще, а об одной песне, которая вне сомнения запомнится мне надольше, чем всё остальное. Речь идёт о композиции Nothing is Something Worth Doing, в которой вступление играется на инструменте под названием Hang (произносится по-немецки, как англ. hung). Ударный музыкальный инструмент, изобретённый в 2000 году, в Берне, и производимый исключительно фирмой его изобретателей, хотя, говорят, в сети много инструкций по производству дешёвых само(под)дельных. В общих чертах действует по тем же физическим принципам, что и тринидадский steelpan, но с какой-то там сверхзапатентованной хим. обработкой стали и другими нюансами, одним словом, как говорят тайцы, same same but different. Шпонгляры возят с собой (кроме всего остального балагана) мастера игры на Hang, специально для одной песни. На вчерашнем концерте это был Dante Bucci, но на их концертном DVD, как и в студийном варианте, играет Manu Delago. | | Sunday, October 23rd, 2011 | | 11:27 am |
| | Friday, October 21st, 2011 | | 9:32 am |
из вечного
"А бедному-то мужу во чужом пиру похмелье, да и в своем тошнит. " А.С. Пушкин - Наталии Николаевне Пушкиной | | Saturday, October 15th, 2011 | | 8:00 pm |
| | Thursday, September 29th, 2011 | | 7:20 pm |
| | Monday, August 29th, 2011 | | 9:50 am |
значит будет, ага
 Из коллекции семьи Stein мой личный поборол принадлежит портрету Гертруды Штейн, про кототрый Пикассо, согласно легенде, сказал в ответ на упрёки что портрет на неё не похож, что, мол, со временем станет похож. ( Read more... ) | | Tuesday, July 12th, 2011 | | 2:19 pm |
Ladies' voices sing
Dmitry Ozersky "Girls Sing", translated from the Russian by Max Abelev (special thanks to Betty Abelev) For the lighter-than-air, there is no, there is nowhere to depart Why the fuss, no use, and then again, I hate trains with all my heart. Flying high as light; you say: wait, wait, do not go I never made it back home, Never made it Played/re-played it Overstayed it, and yet, and yet Yet, what a score: All that was with someone else Isn’t anymore Fire, fire burning bright as dawn’s arriving flame Ladies’ voices sing I, I have made my choice and I choose what’s-your-name Come and be my king Thinking is too hard Trusting harder still All that wasn’t meant for me Never ever will Trusting hurts my head Thinking even more All that was with someone else Isn’t anymore Rope, rope is tight around the neck and dinner’s served You’re my weakest link Mind, mind, it flies along a parabolic curve Silly thing to think Thinking is too hard Trusting harder still All that wasn’t meant for me Never ever will ... If your trip wears you out Then no doubt You’ll be taken someplace And there, day in, day out, You’ll forget his face Flying high as a cloud; they all shout: wait, wait, do not go I never made it back home, Never made it Played/re-played it Overstayed it, and yet, and yet Yet, what a score: All that was with someone else Isn’t anymore Trusting hurts my head Thinking even more All that was with someone else Isn’t anymore Thinking is too hard Trusting harder still All that wasn’t meant for me Never ever will | | Thursday, July 7th, 2011 | | 10:25 am |
right and left
Just formulated my feelings about the contemporary American right in response to Mr.K's post | | Saturday, July 2nd, 2011 | | 5:52 pm |
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