Happy New Year 1989
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Living in Suburban Sprawl
"Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains)"
by Arcade Fire
They heard me singing and they told me to stop
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock
These days my life, I feel it has no purpose
But late at night the feelings swim to the surface
'Cause on the surface the city lights shine,
They're calling at me, "Come and find your kind."
Sometimes I wonder if the world's so small
That we can never get away from the sprawl.
Living in the sprawl,
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there's no end in sight.
I need the darkness; someone please cut the lights
We rode our bikes to the nearest park
Sat under the swings and kissed in the dark.
We shield our eyes from the police lights.
We run away, but we don't know why.
Black river, your city lights shine
They're screaming at us, "We don't need your kind."
Sometimes I wonder if the world's so small
That we can never get away from the sprawl.
Living in the sprawl,
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there's no end in sight.
I need the darkness; someone please cut the lights
They heard me singing and they told me to stop
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock.
Sometimes I wonder if the world's so small
Can we ever get away from the sprawl?
Living in the sprawl,
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there's no end in sight.
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights
Thursday, September 13, 2012
A Sonorous Serenade to You My Love
August 7, 2012
The Steve Allen Theater
"Eban Schletter's Fantastical Musicorium"
Riki Lindhome tereminactically swooned by Mike Phirman
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Feed the Birds
Isn't the theremin a fantastical instrument! Here's Eban, again, playing the Intermezzo from Pietro Mascagni's "Cavalleria Rusticana".
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Reaching Back in order to Move Forward
“When the remains of hundreds of colonial-era Africans were uncovered during a building excavation in Lower Manhattan in 1991, one coffin in particular stood out. Nailed into its wooden lid were iron tacks, 51 of which formed an enigmatic, heart-shaped design. The pattern was soon identified as the sankofa — a symbol printed on funereal garments in West Africa — and it captured the imagination of scholars, preservationists and designers. Ultimately, it was embraced by many African-Americans as a remarkable example of the survival of African customs in the face of violent subjugation in early America.” – NYTimes, 1/26/10
Labels:
Sankofa,
step dance,
Williams College
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Listen, Darling
Buzz (doesn't he look absolutely stunned in this scene!) and Pinkie go on the road after Judy (I mean Pinkie) sings "Zing! Went the Strings of My Heart" in the early scenes of Listen, Darling. She seems so very young and real. The year of release is 1938 - the same year The Wizard was shot, but I'd rather watch/listen to this wonderful old tear jerker that leaves no emotion hidden behind any curtain.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
A Different World in Each One's Mind
"Wildly, like trapped animals, the seven of them made their way forward into the darkness of the living room. Under their feet, the carpet stirred restlessly. They could hear it all around them, the uneasy living presence, rippling and fretting, struggling into irritable animation....
"On all sides, lamps and books stirred sullenly. Once, Mrs. Pritchet gave a mindless squeak of terror; the cord of the television set had craftily wrapped itself around her ankle. Bill Laws, with a swift yank of his hand, snapped the cord and pulled her loose. Behind them, the severed cord lashed furiously, impotently."
"On all sides, lamps and books stirred sullenly. Once, Mrs. Pritchet gave a mindless squeak of terror; the cord of the television set had craftily wrapped itself around her ankle. Bill Laws, with a swift yank of his hand, snapped the cord and pulled her loose. Behind them, the severed cord lashed furiously, impotently."
— Eye in the Sky, Philip K. Dick
Labels:
Eye in the Sky,
Philip K. Dick
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Alison Bolsom
Alison will be performing this Sunday afternoon (July 29) at Copley Square, 4:45pm, free. It's part of the New England Conservatory's Summer Arts Weekend.
Labels:
Alison Bolsom,
New England Conservatory
Friday, July 20, 2012
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Cristina Cárdenas
We found the Arizona Latino Arts and Cultural Center (ALAC) across from our hotel on E. Adams Street in downtown Pheonix. December will mark its third year of existence. The current exhibit features latina artists (the 2nd Annual Latina Art Exhibit and Festival). We especially liked the work of Cristina Cárdenas featured here in a 2010 interview on Arizona Public Media.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Canine Wisdom
"White Fang's feel of Beauty Smith was bad. From the man's distorted body and twisted mind, in occult ways, like mists rising from malarial marshes, came emanations of the unhealth within. Not by reasoning, not by the five senses alone, but by other and remoter and uncharted senses, came the feeling to White Fang that the man was ominous with evil, pregnant with hurtfulness, and therefore a thing bad, and wisely to be hated."
— White Fang, Jack London
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Friday, June 8, 2012
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/
Labels:
Dresch Mihály,
guembri,
Said Tichiti,
Tariqa
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
Labels:
gubble,
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
Labels:
Suzanne Collins,
The Hunger Games
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
Labels:
Damian Marley,
Make It Bun Dem,
Skrillex,
Sonny John Moore
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