Half remarkable question


Defiantly music

 

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

sunbeam.

“Why, indeed?” whispered a Daisy to his neighbour, in a soft, low

voice.

“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

 

A poem

Spears of night, open wounds of sleep

Darkness’s daughter

Caressing

Wind topped trees

Pointing at mainly all that transcends the senses

Gracious light

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

It must

Reminiscence quartet

Bob Sinclair – French – DJ- hip-hop – funk- jazz

Julie driscol

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.

This poetry

Has become

About beauty

Not about truth

The truth would have more questions.

-Saul Williams-

Brian Auger

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

Saul Williams

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

Peace

Grammatically incorrect

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    I can’t seem to properly browse this post from my smartphone!!!!

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