Thursday, 20 August 2015



"Our style of reality is the historical equivalent of a temper tantrum."- Terence McKenna
"The week Play was released, it sold, worldwide around 6,000 copies. Eleven months after Play was released, it was selling 150,000 copies a week. I was on tour constantly, drunk pretty much the entire time and it was just a blur. And then all of a sudden movie stars started coming to my concerts and I started getting invited to fancy parties and suddenly the journalists who wouldn't return my publicist's calls were talking about doing cover stories. It was a really odd phenomenon."- Moby (and ting)

Wednesday, 19 August 2015

Albert

"Have you ever seen an inch worm crawl up a leaf or twig, and then clinging to the very end, revolve in the air, feeling for something to reach...? That's like me. I am trying to find something out there beyond the place on which I have a footing."- Albert Pinkham Ryder
The man is a collection of soundbites.

  "A rain-tight roof, frugal living, a box of colors, and God's sunlight through clear windows keep the soul attuned and the body vigorous for one's daily work."

" No two visions are alike. Those who reach the heights have all toiled up the steep mountains by a different route. To each has been revealed a different panorama."

“Imitation is not inspiration, and inspiration only can give birth to a work of art. The least of man's original emanation is better than the best of borrowed thought.” 





Bing and Ruth- Discovery of the month

Wham.
EDIT: As the album unfolds- maybe the discovery of the last 3 months. Hypnotic stuff.
" In 1988, Cohen explained to John McKenna of RTE Ireland that "Story of Isaac" was an anti-protest song but added, "I was careful in that song to try and put it beyond the pure, beyond the simple, anti-war protest, that it also is. Because it says at the end there the man of war the man of peace, the peacock spreads his deadly fan. In other words it isn't necessarily for war that we're willing to sacrifice each other. We'll get some idea - some magnificent idea - that we're willing to sacrifice each other for; it doesn't necessarily have to involve an opponent or an ideology, but human beings being what they are we're always going to set up people to die for some absurd situation that we define as important."
http://transeuropafestival.eu/
"He must be crying at things like the Bureaucrat's Golden Parachute, and the hole in the ozone layer."

Campo Imperatore Round 2

Summer on the plateau.







Sunday, 16 August 2015


Request


For a project I'm trying to schedule what a week of 24/7 albums would look like on paper, and trying to go off those that real people like hearing. If you're reading this, recommend me your top ten please.(comment or email-  early      turtle at mac dot com)

FSOL

Took a while to get round to it, but elated to see FSOL are still spinning gold from hay.


Friday, 14 August 2015


"When I believe, I am crazy.
When I don't believe, I suffer psychotic depression."
- Philip K Dick

(Painting by Augustin Lesage)


Thursday, 13 August 2015

Max Ernst
One ear in Italy, one eye in Spain,
In caves, my blood, and in the stars, my brain.
-Nabokov, Pale Fire

Sunday, 9 August 2015

"That number is the answer, in the way that numbers answer."



Slept in the garden the last three nights, lot of wind and sunrise. Reminded of this.

Monday, 3 August 2015

Without music to decorate it, time is just a bunch of boring production deadlines or dates by which bills must be paid.- Frank Zappa

Sunday, 2 August 2015

Jay Abner....and Karen

Not indicative of my mood but a gem I forgot to log.




EDIT: Smooth it off with this alternate take.






Saturday, 1 August 2015

Bells From The Deep


"Bells from the Deep is German director Werner Herzog's documentary investigation of Russian mysticism. The first half of the film is concerned primarily with a Russian faith healer and a man claiming to be the reincarnation of God as was Jesus. Herzog uses primarily interviews with Russians and scenes from the religious services of the two Holy men. Herzog also has several segments on the religion of Siberian nomads.
The second half of the film is primarily concerned with the legend of the lost city of Kitezh. This myth is about a city that was in peril of being destroyed by marauding Mongols, but whose citizens prayedfor rescue. Hearing their prayers, God placed the city at the bottom of a deep lake, where it resides to this day. Some even say that one can hear the bells from the city's church. The story is recounted by a local priest and pilgrims visiting the lake.
Throughout the movie a character claiming to be the second coming of Jesus appears. Towards the very end of the film he blesses the viewers of the film. This man is Sergey Anatolyevitch Torop who has later received much attention as the religious leader Vissarion." (Link to film)


Animations (whilst I remember them)






Thursday, 30 July 2015

No.44

"What is your name?"
The boy answered quietly, "Number 44, New Series 864,962."
Everybody's eyes came open in a stare. Of course. The master thought perhaps he hadn't heard aright; so he asked again, and the boy answered the same as before, "Number 44, New Series 864,962."
"What a hell of a name!" ejaculated Hans Katzenyammer, piously.

...the best short story.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Mysterious_Stranger
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/3186


Walking Away

"[… People ask me] 'Where do you get your ideas from, Ms. Le Guin?' From forgetting Dostoyevsky and reading road signs backwards, naturally. Where else?"

Great short story.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Ones_Who_Walk_Away_from_Omelas

July's end

If I hadn't tood on that nail I'd definitely be somewhere in this poem (best in context of the book). Good roads to all children on them,

Roger's Song
by Thomas Pynchon
I dream that I have found us both again,
With spring so many strangers’ lives away,
And we, so free,
Out walking by the sea,
With someone else’s paper words to say….
They took us at the gates of green return,
Too lost by then to stop, and ask them why —
Do children meet again?
Does any trace remain,
Along the superhighways of July?