Forever.

I really wonderful year and a month came to an end today. 

There is so so so much beautiful music I could link to, and yet, it is with a slight hint of sadness I have to admit that the year I probably grew up the most, and is the most memorable of all so far, will forever and always be epitomised by... The Vicar of Dibley theme tune.

Forgive the slightly nauseating choice of video, and indeed the shockingly bad composition. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1sigXS5WzI

All this death must need a counterweight

This photograph is by Dorothea Lange

When panic grips your body and your heart is a hummingbird

Raven thoughts blacken your mind until you're breathing in reverse

All your friends and sedatives mean well but make it worse

Every reassurance just magnifies the doubt

Better find yourself a place to level out

Got a cricket for a conscience always looks the other way

A cocaine soul starts seeming like an empty cabaret

Hey, where have all the dancers gone?

Now the music doesn't play

Tried to listen to the river but you couldn't shut your mouth

Better take a little time to level out

I never thought of running

My feet just led the way

Mixed up Signals

Bullet Train

Cars are switched out in the crazy rain

I could meet you any place

If the Brakeman turns my way

All this automatic writing

I have tried to understand

From a psychedelic angel who was tugging on my hand

It's an infinite coincidence but it doesn't form a plan

So I'm headed for New England or the Paris of the South

Gonna find myself somewhere to level out

Are your brothels full, Oh Babylon, with merry Middlemen?

Never peer out of their periscopes from those deep opium dens

All this death must need a counterweight always someone born again

First a mother bathes her child then the other way around

The Scales always find a way to level out

I tried to pass for nothing

But my dreams gave me away

Mixed up Signals

Bullet Train

People snuffed out in the brutal rain

I could live to any age

If the Brakeman turns my way

It is an old world it's hard to remember

Like a dime store mystery

I'm a repeat first time offender

Who has rewritten history

Mixed up tea leaves

Phantom Pain

Fuzzy logic in the crazy rain

Getting better every day

If the Brakeman turns my way

Mixed up Signals

Bullet Train

Cars are switched out in the blinding rain

He'll be smiling as he seals my fate

When the Brakeman turns my way

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7QOpyvNWiKs&feature=related

Manet in Saeculem Saeculi

I probably should wait for the OH to make a post before I make this, but I wanted to do it today, so it's two in a row from me I'm afraid. 

Basically,  a year ago today (yes I was enough of a sadcase to sit down and work this out) I discovered, nay, was introduced to a marvelous choral work of Monteverdi's, this of course, being the beautiful Beatus Vir. It was being introduced to this that sparked off my obsession with choral and classical music. In the version there is an MP3 link to at the bottom of this blog, the tenor is simply the most amazing I have ever heard, you need to wait until about two minuets in, when they get to the part "Manet in saeculem saeculi" it's honestly one of the most stunning things you will ever hear, it never grows old either, you never stop thinking how beautiful it is. In fact, all of the people on this recording have pretty gorgeous voices. 

It brings back some pretty lovely memories of events and people, which is always nice, and is where I run out of words. So I will stop and let the new trinity baroque choir do the talking for me. 

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I miss you already, and you're not even gone.

So, last night, I was watching Walk the Line, which is a fantastic film, and if you haven't seen it, may I suggest doing so? 

Anyway, about half an hour in, for a link between two scenes they used about 5 seconds of a Faron Young song, called "I miss you already (and you're not even gone)." 

Anyway, it just seemed to fit so perfectly for life outside the big screen at the moment. 

Here is a link, it's only two minutes long, I hope you enjoy. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W-D1g_m2ryU

The Beauty of the Involuntary

Richard Tuttle's '3rd Rope Peice' (1974), I would not have got this long ago and called it a scam, but I heard an interview with Richard Tuttle and found it absolutely fascinating.This is art that is as perfect and resonant as a pebble smoothed by the sea or the sun baked branches of wood he draws on for inspiration at his home in New Mexico. He has filled his house with artwork that mirros this landscape in minimalist forms that are more powerful than any oil painting could ever have been.
'The ones that failed—looked weak—are about beauty. I’ve felt this way for a long time—for someone to ask me what is beauty—I really don’t have any idea. Trying to do what it is I want to do, I think, eliminates, or tries to eliminate, beauty as much as possible. If it comes back or it happens naturally—the way you put a coffee cup on a table…. Beauty is somehow a trail you create through your work that’s left behind like a snail leaves its ooze.'
'The other day I was re-looking at an old piece in my studio, and it occurred to me to think a little bit about the sublime—the Romantic’s connection to beauty. And again, I didn’t understand. I respond to John Constable’s line, “In my whole life, I’ve never seen anything ugly.” The line also applies to anything beautiful.'
(from Richard Tuttle by Bob Holman in Bomb magasine, fall 1992)


Also irrelevant, but check this out;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x1Idq00hSOA

Endless strait roads.

As you may have gathered, from OH, we are planning a road trip in a couple of years. Think, On the Road, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Of Mice and Men and Amerika (the man who disappeared) all running together.  

It's been a strange dream of mine for several years. I've always had a slight obsession with the American rural working class. The only exposure to the states I've ever had (which was amazing) was in a middle class suburb of San Diego. The opportunity to just see a part of the world that has always interested you is slightly staggering, let alone experiencing it. 

Have a picture of Texas to bide the time. 

I Hope You'll Still Let Me Kiss You

Magazines and Daddy issues, I know you're pretty pissed, but I hope you'll still let me kiss you

I hope you'll still let me kiss you

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hWQMz8bhwLA&feature=PlayList&p=52E6B8D07C31988E&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=39

In honour of my and OH's plans, kerouac and some hold steady, people seem pretty divided on the hold steady, but whether you like the music or not their lyrics are undeniabley genius, I daresay I shall be posting more, this is their best song;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Cem1ME-OvQ

the lyrics are just phenomenally good ;

There are nights when I think Sal Paradise was right.
Boys and Girls in America have such a sad time together.
Sucking off each other at the demonstrations
Making sure their makeup's straight
Crushing one another with colossal expectations.
Dependent, undisciplined, and sleeping late.
She was a really cool kisser and she wasn't all that strict of a Christian.
She was a damn good dancer but she wasn't all that great of a girlfriend.
She likes the warm feeling but she's tired of all the dehydration.
Most nights are crystal clear
But tonight it's like it's stuck between stations
On the radio.
The devil and John BerrymanTook a walk together.
They ended up on Washington
Talking to the river.
He said 'I've surrounded myself with doctors
And deep thinkers.
But big heads with soft bodies
Make for lousy lovers.'
There was that night that we thought John Berryman could fly.
But he didn't
So he died.
She said 'You're pretty good with words
But words won't save your life.'
And they didn't.
So he died.
He was drunk and exhausted but he was critically acclaimed and respected.
He loved the Golden Gophers but he hated all the drawn out winters.
He likes the warm feeling but he's tired of all the dehydration
Most nights were kind of fuzzy
But that last night he had total retention.
These Twin Cities kisses
Sound like clicks and hisses.
We all tumbled down and
Drowned in the Mississippi River.
We drink
We dry up
Then we crumble to dust.
we get wet
we corrode
and now we're covered up in rust


for further reading see Kerouac and any of the beat generation

one of the many films that makes me cry

right, i should wait for OH to post, but I have to share. 

Black beauty. 

too much of it makes me cry

but the END 

and this bit too click HERE

secretly, I'm 12.