This week has been marked by extreme weather-changes and a constant push to produce artwork while keeping the waves of doubt at bay. The music then, is an arty clattering with flecks of sunlight:
Donovan - Sun
I had another intro planned, but then I was in the sculpture studios this morning, listening to this while doing a bit of casting, with the first rays of spring cascading onto the floor. And for carefree ditties on a sunny day, there's noone better to turn to than Donovan
Life's very unstable
It's built upon sand
Squarepusher - Planetarium
I realised I've not listened enough to Squarepusher's latter albums. The way this builds is quality, almost on a Go Plastic-level.
The Knife - Neon
Eagerly awaiting the new album, going back to the first stuff I heard by the Dreijer-siblings.
Ornette Coleman - Humpty Dumpty
Now this guy is one of the very epitomes of cool. Not only did he more or less create the genre of free jazz, he also ventured into funk, played on the soundtrack for Naked Lunch, and sports a number of the boldest and most influential sleeve designs I know (the design for Ornette! was paraphrased by Clinic, and the title of The Shape of Jazz To Come was paraphrased by Refused, only to mention two). Also, the music itself is lovely, and great to listen to while you're drawing.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart - Adagio in E Major, K. 261
I had another of those sweet moments. On Sunday morning at 7.45am I was venturing home after a night shift at the hotel. The air was high and crisp, the sun was straddling across the horizon to throw its first reflections on the windows of Glasgow's higher towers, even the blue highrises on St. George's Rd looked pretty, and I was listening to Wolfgang Amadeus in my headphones. I felt serene and quite alright with being alive and all that.
If Spotify had had their shit together regarding complete discographies I would have had Public Enemy's Revolutionary Generation on the list this week. Partly, of course, because it's a brilliant track from an equally brilliant album, but also because I suddenly realised that Chuck D's delivery of the lines
Strange as you say, I say revolution...has been borrowed by Azealia Banks to give punch to the immortal line
Need for change brings on revolution
The great book just look see solution
I guess that c***'s getting eatenNo? You're saying an intonation is not enough to qualify as a reference? That it's just the meter of the line that happens to give a similar effect? Pah! Listen again. It's too perfect. Azealia knows her hip hop-history and music detective Yxell busts another case wide open.
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