Diaries

Is it beyond thee to be glad with the gladness of the wild rhythm?
to be tossed and lost and broken in the whirl of this fearful joy?Listen,
canst thou hear from every direction of the sky,
from all the sun, moon and stars,
the harp player of death smiting forth;
a fiery round of pulsing in burning joy!
The hurricane of maddening tunes is carrying onwards all that ever is.
Everything moves, they stop not, they look not behind,
they can never be kept bound in bonds-
they are snatched and swirled and borne on by the liberating joy.
Keeping steps with that restless rapid music,
seasons come dancing and then pass away-
colours, tunes and perfumes pour in endless cascades;
in the abandoning joy that scatters and gives up,
and dies every moment.

Tagore's Gitanjali
facsimile of the original manuscript

Some of the people

Egon Schiele - found painting

later on
the house went smaller and smaller
and green moss grew on the shingles
and vegetable things in red and yellow
flowed orange and gold into women
and the grey child
went searching for one more colour
beyond blue eyes and brown hair
past the red tremble of leaves in October
and the silver women
beyond the death - black forest
to where all colours begin

- maryanne casasanta

Observing streets

Anthony Discenza plays around with text as art,placing these vinyl on metal installations on street corners,electric poles and random street walls.The idea is to interrupt information flow using various formats,with sound, text and imagery.

Things I like collecting

"Anything can happen now that we've slid over the bridge,"I thought;"anything at all..."
F.Scott Fitzgerald




Unconsumption

Oblique Strategies

Abandon normal instruments
Accept advice
Accretion
A line has two sides
Allow an easement (an easement is the abandonment of a stricture)
Are there sections? Consider transitions
Ask people to work against their better judgement
Ask your body
Assemble some of the instruments in a group and treat the group
Balance the consistency principle with the inconsistency principle
Be dirty
Breathe more deeply
Bridges -build -burn
Cascades
Change instrument roles
Change nothing and continue with immaculate consistency
Children's voices -speaking -singing
Cluster analysis
Consider different fading systems
Consult other sources -promising -unpromising
Convert a melodic element into a rhythmic element
Courage!
Cut a vital connection
Decorate, decorate
Define an area as 'safe' and use it as an anchor
Destroy -nothing -the most important thing
Discard an axiom
Disconnect from desire
Discover the recipes you are using and abandon them
Distorting time
Do nothing for as long as possible
Don't be afraid of things because they're easy to do
Don't be frightened of cliches
Display your talents
Don't break the silence
Don't stress one thing more than another
Do something boring
Do the washing up
Do the words need changing?
Do we need holes?
Emphasise differences
Emphasise repetitions
Emphasise the flaws
Faced with a choice, do both
Feedback recordings into an acoustic situation
Fill every beat with something
Get your neck massaged
Ghost echoes
Give the game away
Give way to your worst impulse
Go slowly all the way round the outside
Honor thy error as a hidden intention
How would you have done it?
Humanise something free of error
Imagine the music as a moving chain or caterpillar
Imagine the music as a set of disconnected events
Infinitesimal gradations
Intentions -credibility of -nobility of -humility of
Into the impossible
Is it finished?
Is there something missing?
Is the tuning appropriate?
Just carry on
Left channel, right channel, centre channel
Listen in total darkness, or in a very large room, very quietly
Listen to the quiet voice
Look at a very small object, look at its centre
Look at the order in which you do things
Look closely at the most embarrassing details and amplify them
Lowest common denominator check -single beat -single note -single riff
Make a blank valuable by putting it in an exquisite frame
Make an exhaustive list of everything you might do and do the last thing on the list
Make a sudden, destructive unpredictable action; incorporate
Mechanicalise something idiosyncratic
Mute and continue
Only one element of each kind
(Organic) machinery
Overtly resist change
Put in earplugs
Remember .those quiet evenings
Remove ambiguities and convert to specifics
Remove specifics and convert to ambiguities
Repetition is a form of change
Reverse
Short circuit
Shut the door and listen from outside
Simple subtraction
Spectrum analysis
Take a break
Take away the elements in order of apparent non-importance
Tape your mouth
The inconsistency principle
The tape is now the music
Think of the radio
Tidy up
Trust in the you of now
Turn it upside down
Twist the spine
Use an old idea
Use an unacceptable colour
Use fewer notes
Use filters
Use 'unqualified' people
Water
What are you really thinking about just now? Incorporate
What is the reality of the situation?
What mistakes did you make last time?
What would your closest friend do?
What wouldn't you do?
Work at a different speed
You are an engineer
You can only make one dot at a time


Brian Eno/Peter Schmidt

Harris-ing

Oh, Cowbird, some days how you flatten me.

Photograph by Jonathan Harris

Music Philosophy

So a friend sent a link, and I found it to be some interesting song quote posters.I couldn't help putting up these!Here is the link in case you want to look at some more.

the evening stamps signs on the lighthouse
over the vague bugles of water
when fishermen return with stars on their arms
and ships and planets pass by

Vinea

Lonely Teardrops!

Jackie Wilson here reminds me of early mornings as a child, when I'd wake up to music flowing from a tape deck and my mom sauntering into my room, dancing like that.

i love the world and the people in it!

Describing Paintings

We usually catch only a few details —

grapes from the seventeenth century,

still fresh and gleaming,

perhaps a fine ivory fork,

or a cross's wood and drops of blood,

and great suffering that has already dried.

The shiny parquet creaks.

We're in a strange town —

almost always in a strange town.

Somewhere a guard stands and yawns.

An ash branch sways outside the window.

It's absorbing,

describing static paintings.

Scholars devote tomes to it.

But we're alive,

full of memory and thought,

love, sometimes regret,

and at moments we take a special pride

because the future cries in us

and its tumult makes us human.

Adam Zagajewski

(born in Lvov in 1945. His previous books include Tremor, Mysticism for Beginners, Without End, Solidarity, Solitude, Two Cities, Another Beauty and A Defense of Ardor — all published by Farrar, Straus and Giroux. He lives in Paris and Houston.)

editing parts to create new stories

for Tanu


A Girl In Port

Let fall your soft and swaying skirt.Let fall your shoes.
She lay on the lawn, spun and alone.
And when the morning sun rose upon her lacy clothes,it lit her up, and she walked around the winding streets of Camden Town.
She doesn't know who she wants to be, and if I knew, I'd tell her.
Up in her room the records spin, needle in the grooves that she has worn thin.
She lifts a sleeve and sees a name, and she's got a smile on her face, and she's got a story you can't see.
And before she makes her way over the sea, she's telling me,inside her car, driving us back from the Crystal Corner Bar,"I'm not sailing just for sport,I've come to feel, out on the sea,these urgent lives press against me.I'm a part, with my tender hands,with my easy heart.Pour yourself into me."
Let fall your soft and swaying skirt.Let fall your shoes.


And now, Okkervil River can shoot me if he must,but that is the way I feel.I will sing it like this any day.

Asa

Bukola Elemide,afro-french singer better known as Asa, meaning 'hawk'
Here is some of her music I have been listening to.
Chance meetings lead to so much more than you can expect.
The hawk is out there singing her heart out!

li fa fa

a sound.when it flutters in the wind.
there is no word for it,no meaning.
just a sound, sharawadgi!


brown paper bag.

Silence has a very excruciating sound to it.
Acuteness in a void.
the cable is dis functional.
I've got to plug it in and hold it in that position,
before it spans silent noise again.
And quickly join the dots.

Write, write, write.
That is the only end to everything.
So also the beginning.