10/31/2014
10/30/2014
10/29/2014
borges on procrastination
The truth is that we live out our lives putting off all that can be put off; perhaps we all know deep down that we are immortal and that sooner or later all men will do and know all things.
10/27/2014
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10/26/2014
an excerpt from malone dies
Or I might be able to catch one, a little girl for example, and half strangle her, three quarters, until she promises to give me my stick, give me soup, empty my pots, kiss me, fondle me, smile to me, give me my hat, stay with me, follow the hearse weeping into her handkerchief, that would be nice. I am such a good man, at bottom, such a good man, how is it that nobody ever noticed it?
10/24/2014
10/23/2014
10/21/2014
10/19/2014
a excerpt from train dreams by denis johnson
But
they hushed, all at once and quite abruptly, when he stood still at
center stage, his arms straight out from his shoulders, and went
rigid, and began to tremble with a massive inner dynamism. Nobody
present had ever seen anyone stand so still and yet so strangely
mobile. He laid his head back until his scalp contacted his spine,
that far back, and opened his throat, and a sound rose in the
auditorium like a wind coming from all four directions, low and
terrifying, rumbling up from the ground beneath the floor, and it
gathered into a roar that sucked at the hearing itself, and coalesced
into a voice that penetrated into the sinuses and finally into the
very minds of those hearing it, taking itself higher and higher, more
and more awful and beautiful, the originating ideal of all such
sounds ever made, of the foghorn and the ship’s horn, the
locomotive’s lonesome whistle, of opera singing and the music of
flutes and the continuous moanmusic of bagpipes. And suddenly it all
went black. And that time was gone forever.
MV & EE with the Bummer Road - East Mountain Joint
"F R DOUBLE E"
From Green Blues (2007, Ecstatic Peace)
Very Jack: Jams Vol. 1
10/15/2014
alex g - unreleased/assorted/etc.
spent the past week scrumbling around youtube listening to as many of alex g's unreleased songs as i could find, and decided to put together a little compilation of my favorite ones + a couple other assorted tunes of his that are scattered across the internet + a few from his old band, the skin cells. enjoy!
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they've all wormed their way into my head, but this one is just so special:
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- Cards
- Skating
- Chinese Melodies
- Molly
- After Ur Gone (Acoustic Demo)
- Sarah
- Change My Mind
- Break
- Holy Fuck (Shooting Star) (The Skin Cells)
- Soaker
- You are Great
- Tie Me Down (The Skin Cells)
- Nintendo 64
- Not Anywhere
- Kara
- Space Beetles (The Skin Cells)
they've all wormed their way into my head, but this one is just so special:
10/13/2014
philip roth from american pastoral
You
fight your superficiality, your shallowness, so as to try to come at
people without unreal expectations, without an overload of bias or
hope or arrogance, as untanklike as you can be, sans cannon and
machine guns and steel plating half a foot thick; you come at them
unmenacingly on your own ten toes instead of tearing up the turf with
your caterpillar treads, take them on with an open mind, as equals,
man to man, as we used to say, and yet you never fail to get them
wrong. You might as well have the brain of a tank. You get them wrong
before you meet them, while you're anticipating meeting them; you get
them wrong while you're with them; and then you go home to tell
somebody else about the meeting and you get them all wrong again.
Since the same generally goes for them with you, the whole thing is
really a dazzling illusion. ... The fact remains that getting people
right is not what living is all about anyway. It's getting them wrong
that is living, getting them wrong and wrong and wrong and then, on
careful reconsideration, getting them wrong again. That's how we know
we're alive: we're wrong. Maybe the best thing would be to forget
being right or wrong about people and just go along for the ride. But
if you can do that -- well, lucky you.
10/12/2014
10/11/2014
10/09/2014
julia brown - an abundance of strawberries
considering how big of an admirer i am of sam ray's work, from ricky eat acid to teen suicide to everything in between, it's funny how long it's taken me to listen to the latest thing from one of his in-between projects, julia brown. i suppose its release - an unassuming link to a dropbox download on facebook - was understated enough to keep me from rushing to give it a listen...the album had been hidden in some obscure folder on my computer for the past couple of months, and now, hearing it for the first time, it seems ridiculous that something this wonderful had been so close to me all this time. and that's the kind of music this is - comforting to have around, even when you're not listening to it. like an old friend you can share a quiet existence with. i think i'll be playing this often over the next little while.
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10/08/2014
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10/06/2014
10/05/2014
moondog - high on a rocky ledge
You who are climbing breathless to see me and my love
Snow flowers growing fonder on Lover's Ledge above
If you've the yen to pluck, then pluck us both
for we who have lived as one, wish to die as one
Snow flowers growing fonder on Lover's Ledge above
If you've the yen to pluck, then pluck us both
for we who have lived as one, wish to die as one
djuna barnes - nightwood
"We swoon with the thickness of our own tongue when we say, 'I love you,' as in the eye of a child lost a long while will be found the contraction of that distance - a child going small in the claws of a beast, coming furiously up the furlongs of the iris. We are but skin about a wind, with muscles clenched against mortality. We sleep in a long reproachful dust against ourselves. We are full to the gorge with our own names for misery. Life, the pastures in which the night feeds and prunes the cud that nourishes us to despair. Life, the permission to know death. We were created that the earth might be made sensible of her inhuman taste; and love that the body might be so dear that even the earth should roar with it. Yes, we who are full to the gorge with misery should look well around, doubting everything seen, done, spoken, precisely because we have a word for it, and not its alchemy."
pavement - old to begin
When I was eleven
My sister started getting into cool music
She walked between her room and the bathroom
Singing the chorus to that song
It made sense later
My sister started getting into cool music
She walked between her room and the bathroom
Singing the chorus to that song
It made sense later
~
10/04/2014
10/02/2014
ingleton falls - champagne in mozambique
i've been waiting a few days to post this while i try to piece together the few bits of information i could gather about this little album...and i haven't found much...i know that these songs were self-released in 1993 by two guys named andy and that the limited run of tapes were hidden inside hollowed out books from the 'ingleton falls library,' which strikes me as a cool and interesting thing. i tend to fall for this mystique of obscure and dated tunes; a sort of nostalgia for pre-internet times where music could exist in these shadowy corners of the world and potentially remain there, lost forever! but i also love living here, in the present, where i was somehow able to find this twenty-year-old tape that someone decided upload to youtube. how wonderful! but this is all beside the point - the music itself is nice, specifically the two songs below: lush, hypnotic, drugged grooves that are nice to zone out to on a sunny autumnal afternoon like this one.
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