Probably good . . .
The Books, Rio En Medio, delroy Wilson, Crown heights affair, Reminiscence quartet, Julie driscol, Brian Auger, Dayton sidewinders, Willie hutch, coldcut, Rakim, Saul Williams, The Herbaliser, The Petrified forest
I want to write like jazz musicians play, with freedom, spontaneity and passion
I’m not going to post Mp3’s, far too complicated. Links to nice things on YouTube is a bit easier and the same really… I just don’t have to upload songs from my computer…please.
He flung himself down on the grass, and buried his face in his
Hands, and wept.
“Why is he weeping?” asked a little Green Lizard, as he ran past him
With his tail in the air.
“Why, indeed?” said a Butterfly, who was fluttering about after a
“Why, indeed?” whispered a Daisy to his neighbour, in a soft, low
“He is weeping for a red rose,” said the Nightingale.
“For a red rose?” they cried; “how very ridiculous!”
The Books – Cold freezing night
Art I suppose, is only for beginner, to be content with symbols rather than what they signify; Like with an elegantly composed recipe in lieu of actual dinner.
Rio En Medio- Kill the Messenger
What sleep is made of, or indeed, a good night’s sleep.
“Be happy,” cried the Nightingale, “be happy; you shall have your red
rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own
heart’s-blood. All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover,
for Love is wiser than Philosophy, though she is wise, and mightier
than Power, though he is mighty. Flame-coloured are his wings, and coloured
like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as honey, and his breath
is like frankincense.”
The Student looked up from the grass, and listened, but he could not
understand what the Nightingale was saying to him, for he only knew
the things that are written down in books.
But the Oak-tree understood, and felt sad, for he was very fond of the
little Nightingale who had built her nest in his branches.
“Sing me one last song,” he whispered; “I shall feel very lonely when
you are gone.”
So the Nightingale sang to the Oak-tree, and her voice was like water
bubbling from a silver jar.
Better must come – delroy Wilson
‘Now it’s a roots business we are deal with, let off’
Time will consume all things, including itself – Indian proverb
Crown heights affair – Dancin
Some a bit cheesy disco but a few funked gems… R’n’B Funk Disco…1970
Spears of night, open wounds of sleep
Wind topped trees
Pointing at mainly all that transcends the senses
Inside invisible night
Illuminating what can not otherwise present its perfect form
Daughter of the night
Find what may be hiding immovable, overwrought with fear
Heal, unintelligibly, completely
It will be secret, it pervades understanding
Bob Sinclair – French – DJ- hip-hop – funk- jazz
Psych fest. It gets better and better, the organ solo is pretty interesting.. I would like to dance my hands in this fashion one day.
Not about truth
The truth would have more questions.
Brilliant. Ha-ha… yeah… It .
I bloody love this video!
Dayton sidewinders – funky in here
The album is called let’s go down to funksville, I can’t find much information about them on the internet…
I don’t know what it is but it sure is funky
Deeper and deeper and deeper
Slipping into darkness
Those folds in the trousers- what a labyrinth of endlessly significant complexity! And the texture of the grey flannel, how rich, how deeply, mysteriously sumptuous.
Willie hutch- brothers gonna work it out 1973
Willie McKinley Hutchison
Listen to this on at least 10. 11 if you have spinal tap volume.
True skool – coldcut
The lord’s prayer is less than 50 words long and six of those words are devoted to asking God not to lead us into temptation.
Rakim – I aint no joke “I’ve got a question, as serious as cancer.”
Got my eye on your gold rope
Don’t sweat the technique
Real Killer – The Herbaliser
The Petrified forest – Brilliant dialogues etc
Another Poem not very good
The right music
I write music
A true mastery, music, ministering to
Hearts and minds, moulding, manifesting emotion
Symphonic relation beautiful melody, nuances
Powerful silences mightily gentile notes. Just right
My soul’s frequency frequently finds sanctuary in
These raging torrents of purity and