More European jazz scene: Moroccan Majid Bekkas (oud and guembri). Moroccan Gnawa music seems to be a mix of Arabic, Sufi, and Sub-Saharan Berber mysticism to which we now add the jazz/blues.
Monday, May 28, 2012
Abdelmajid Bekkas
More European jazz scene: Moroccan Majid Bekkas (oud and guembri). Moroccan Gnawa music seems to be a mix of Arabic, Sufi, and Sub-Saharan Berber mysticism to which we now add the jazz/blues.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Said Tichiti
Hear more from this Hungarian based jazz ensemble, Tariqa, at http://tariqa.bandcamp.com/
Monday, May 14, 2012
Who killed Amanda Palmer?
Why are fans throwing money at our Lexington raised Dresden doll?*
*Indie artist Amanda Palmer raises $437,000 in 3 Days. http://www.kingsofar.com/indie-artist-amanda-palmer-raises-437000-on-kickstarter-in-3-days/
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Gubble gubble gubble
"Bending over her he saw her languid, almost rotting beauty fall away. Yellow cracks spread through her teeth, and the teeth split and sank into her gums, which in turn became green and dry like leather, and then she coughed and spat up into his face quantities of dust. The Gubbler had gotten her, he
realized....
"Her eyes fused over, opaque, and from behind one eye the lashes became the furry, probing feet of a thick-haired insect stuck back there wanting to get out. Its tiny pin-head red eye peeped past the loose rim of her unseeing eye, and then withdrew; after that the insect squirmed, making the dead eye of the woman bulge, and then, for an instant, the insect peered through the lens of her eye, looked this way and that, saw him but was unable to make out who or what he was; it could not fully make use of the decayed mechanism behind which it lived....
"The dead mouth twitched and then from deep inside at the bottom of the pipe which was the throat a voice muttered, 'You weren't fast enough.' And then the head fell off entirely, leaving the white pointed stick-like end of the neck projecting.
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| PKD reading Blade Runner article Photo courtesy of Philip K. Dick Trust |
"Her eyes fused over, opaque, and from behind one eye the lashes became the furry, probing feet of a thick-haired insect stuck back there wanting to get out. Its tiny pin-head red eye peeped past the loose rim of her unseeing eye, and then withdrew; after that the insect squirmed, making the dead eye of the woman bulge, and then, for an instant, the insect peered through the lens of her eye, looked this way and that, saw him but was unable to make out who or what he was; it could not fully make use of the decayed mechanism behind which it lived....
"The dead mouth twitched and then from deep inside at the bottom of the pipe which was the throat a voice muttered, 'You weren't fast enough.' And then the head fell off entirely, leaving the white pointed stick-like end of the neck projecting.
— Martian Time-Slip, Philip K. Dick
Friday, May 4, 2012
Lullaby for District 12
Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise.
Here it's safe, and here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.
Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
A cloak of leaves, A moonbeam ray
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash all away.
Here it's safe, and here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise.
Here it's safe, and here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.
Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
A cloak of leaves, A moonbeam ray
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash all away.
Here it's safe, and here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.
— The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Skrillex does Marley
"It's staying true to the Rasta lingo," says Skrillex. "It's got a traditional dub vibe, but it's very dancefloor friendly. It caters to his vocals really well."
More@: http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/skrillex-slips-new-remixes-into-packed-fest-schedule-20120501#ixzz1tfMmJiwA
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