Thursday, April 30, 2009
Henri Matisse - Laurette In a Green Dress
Song of the day: Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Ship Song (Live Royal Albert Hall).
Bonus Beat: Amalia Rodrigues - Com Que Voz.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Com que voz, by Amalia Rodrigues
One of my favorite singers of all time.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Joseph Turner, The Burning of the Houses of Parliament, 1834
Song of the day: Syl Johnson - Is It Because I'm Black.
Bonus Beat: Public Enemy - Black Steel In The Hour Of Chaos.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Pietà by Rosso Fiorentino
Song of the day: Antibalas - Beaten Metal.
Links I haven't looked at in a long, long time:
the fader
Pop Matters: Music
Flickr interesting
Fresh Air
flickr blog
aquarius list
OTHER MUSIC
turntable lab
Village Voice Music
sasha frere-jones
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
From JOE AT THE FAIR BY DOREEN ROBERTS.
Take time by Temujin Doran.
Song of the day: Tom Waits & Allen Ginsberg - America (Closing Time).
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
A Miracle for Breakfast
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee,
waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb
that was going to be served from a certain balcony
--like kings of old, or like a miracle.
It was still dark. One foot of the sun
steadied itself on a long ripple in the river.
The first ferry of the day had just crossed the river.
It was so cold we hoped that the coffee
would be very hot, seeing that the sun
was not going to warm us; and that the crumb
would be a loaf each, buttered, by a miracle.
At seven a man stepped out on the balcony.
He stood for a minute alone on the balcony
looking over our heads toward the river.
A servant handed him the makings of a miracle,
consisting of one lone cup of coffee
and one roll, which he proceeded to crumb,
his head, so to speak, in the clouds--along with the sun.
Was the man crazy? What under the sun
was he trying to do, up there on his balcony!
Each man received one rather hard crumb,
which some flicked scornfully into the river,
and, in a cup, one drop of the coffee.
Some of us stood around, waiting for the miracle.
I can tell what I saw next; it was not a miracle.
A beautiful villa stood in the sun
and from its doors came the smell of hot coffee.
In front, a baroque white plaster balcony
added by birds, who nest along the river,
--I saw it with one eye close to the crumb--
and galleries and marble chambers. My crumb
my mansion, made for me by a miracle,
through ages, by insects, birds, and the river
working the stone. Every day, in the sun,
at breakfast time I sit on my balcony
with my feet up, and drink gallons of coffee.
We licked up the crumb and swallowed the coffee.
A window across the river caught the sun
as if the miracle were working, on the wrong balcony.
Elizabeth Bishop
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee,
waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb
that was going to be served from a certain balcony
--like kings of old, or like a miracle.
It was still dark. One foot of the sun
steadied itself on a long ripple in the river.
The first ferry of the day had just crossed the river.
It was so cold we hoped that the coffee
would be very hot, seeing that the sun
was not going to warm us; and that the crumb
would be a loaf each, buttered, by a miracle.
At seven a man stepped out on the balcony.
He stood for a minute alone on the balcony
looking over our heads toward the river.
A servant handed him the makings of a miracle,
consisting of one lone cup of coffee
and one roll, which he proceeded to crumb,
his head, so to speak, in the clouds--along with the sun.
Was the man crazy? What under the sun
was he trying to do, up there on his balcony!
Each man received one rather hard crumb,
which some flicked scornfully into the river,
and, in a cup, one drop of the coffee.
Some of us stood around, waiting for the miracle.
I can tell what I saw next; it was not a miracle.
A beautiful villa stood in the sun
and from its doors came the smell of hot coffee.
In front, a baroque white plaster balcony
added by birds, who nest along the river,
--I saw it with one eye close to the crumb--
and galleries and marble chambers. My crumb
my mansion, made for me by a miracle,
through ages, by insects, birds, and the river
working the stone. Every day, in the sun,
at breakfast time I sit on my balcony
with my feet up, and drink gallons of coffee.
We licked up the crumb and swallowed the coffee.
A window across the river caught the sun
as if the miracle were working, on the wrong balcony.
Elizabeth Bishop
Saturday, April 04, 2009
Empieza Semana Santa.
Song of the day: Puccini - Tosca - Floria! ...Amore ...Vittoria!.
Bonus Beat: Dr. Octagon - Blue Flowers.
Bonus Beat: Tchaikovsky - The Nutcracker - Waltz Of The Flowers.
Bonus Beat: Neutral Milk Hotel - The King of Carrot Flowers Pts. Two & Three.
Bonus Beat: M83 - Run Into Flowers (Midnight Fuck Remix By Jackson).
Bonus Beat: Miles Davis - Florence Sur Les Champs Lysees.
Bonus Beat: The Carter Family - Wildwood Flower.
Bonus Beat: The Brand New Heavies - Soul Flower (Featuring The Pharcyde).
Bonus Beat: Maria Callas - Flower Duet.
Bonus Beat: Duke Ellington - African Flower.
Bonus Beat: Duke Ellington - Passion Flower.
from 10,000 Pages: A Colouring Book of Abstract Line Art
"This world was obviously made in a hurry, at an inopportune moment when the creator didn't know what he was doing, when his mind was elsewhere" - Vincent Van Gogh
Friday, April 03, 2009
