Friday, November 21, 2008
i think you're cool but are you in to skipping school?
snowflakes are falling now, it's wintertime, they're
falling on our town. do you like the snow? if you do,
baby, let it show! it's winter and it's snowing now.
there's snowflakes falling on our town, we're waiting
til they hit the ground; snowflakes falling all around.
so you think you're cool, skipping out on every day of
school? get yourself together girl; the summer's gone,
it's winter now. snowflakes are falling down, listen to
them make their sound. there's snowflakes falling on
the ground. it's wintertime they're falling on our town.
girlsareshort - snowflake
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
heartbeast: i know a place where diamonds never fade away.
wolfgang: my dearest friend is shining brighter day by day.
even as the year ends, we are mesmerized by the whole -
no beginning and no end. when are you gonna see that's the
way life goes? and what a god damn blessing it is?
the tough alliance - neo violence (windsurf's neon violet dub)
the tough alliance - lucky
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
photos: sandra croft
the language of october is nothing else but the impressions
and signs that nature itself speaks to us melted into sound.
autumn is a time of waiting and watching time go by, not
for action and loudness. as nature slows down after the
affluence of summer, october language speaks of the decay
of light, of leaves, of the quality of the sunlight and the
paradox of nature being both ephemeral and hauntingly
so, slowly, roll over and face the end. winter's here, but not
quite. october language whispers in these quiet spaces, and
what makes it such an effective expression of autumn is its
understanding of decay, the type that is always practically
imperceptible, happening over days or weeks or months
until the day you realise it's been happening all along.
grinding through filter overload, heavily processed guitars
and distorted loops that seem to go on forever, the sound
of october is about understanding that all beauty inherently
has an element of decay; behind the sunlight and warmth
there has to lurk an unspeakable melancholy and sadness
that will seep into the listener like the cold air on an autumn
night, slowly and imperceptibly, but surely.
so maybe another way to think about the language of october
is to imagine all the glorious pop music of the summer aging
and eroding before your ears in time-lapsed timelessness,
leaving only microscopic sediments that go on to form the
soul of winter as the heart of summer deteriorates.
belong - october language
belong - who told you this room exists