giovannigonzalez:

I dont even understand these lyrics, but they are so lofty.

Holocene

“someway, baby, it’s part of me, apart from me”

You’re laying waste to Halloween

You f***** it friend, it’s on it’s head, it struck the street

You’re in Milwaukee, off your feet

… and at once I knew I was not magnificent

Strayed above the highway aisle

(Jagged vacance, thick with ice)

I could see for miles, miles, miles

3rd and Lake it burnt away, the hallway

Was where we learned to celebrate

Automatic bought the years you’d talk for me

That night you played me ‘Lip Parade’

Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree

Saying nothing, that’s enough for me

… and at once I knew I was not magnificent

Hulled far from the highway aisle

(Jagged vacance, thick with ice)

I could see for miles, miles, miles

Christmas night, it clutched the light, the hallow bright

Above my brother, I and tangled spines

We smoked the screen to make it what it was to be

Now to know it my memory:

… and at once I knew I was not magnificent.

High above the highway aisle

(Jagged vacance, thick with ice)

I could see for miles, miles, miles

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wheredidjp:

John Coltrane - Naima

I love listening to Jazz during rainy days like these because it always makes me feel like I’m in a noir.

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Best show ever!

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giovannigonzalez:

Adam Harris.

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yen-yaw:

SH5

stug:

working on stuff with my favourite guitar in the world!!

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul. 

 ⁸ We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; ⁹ persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.

/// God is for you. 

yen-yaw:

Xenakis- “Rebonds B”.

An acquaintance of mine, Kaylee Bonatakis, performed this at UCF on Thursday and nailed it.

This piece is percussion’s Avant Garde at its best and most accessible, in my humble opinion (coming from a bassist).