Gregorio Allegri - Miserere Mei Deus
Soggy trousers. Soggy gloves. Soggy eyes. Soggy brains. Soggy world politics. Place them in front of the radiator. Dry them off. At a particular temperature they will all start to sing in unison. And at 8:07 exactly, all the soggy stuff will start vibrating and burn bright as phosphor and by then it will be too late. In a good way.
Man Forever ft. Laurie Anderson - Twin Torches
We are now in the studio. The pens are over there. The little bits found outside are on the window sill. On the second desk is dust. The live stuff is on a shelf. Green components in the drawer. At 5:16 the drawing paper jumps up and slaps me in the face for being too slow. It's good to be confused.Justin Walter - It's Not What You Think
A house I saw this week looked like this sounds. Or sounded like this looks. I forget which. At 1:15 is the weeds growing out of its cornices. 2:17 the cracked panes on the first floor. At 4:15 its cemented up ground floor windows. At 5:32 is what the large silver graffiti said. It was beautiful.
Pentangle - Lord Franklin
For some reason I started thinking about John Steinbeck as I listened to this on the bus. How he is dead now, and how, perhaps, before he died he looked back on his life, like one of his characters would, and realised how much he would miss it and all the people within it. Life's like that.
After that I thought of how clear the traces of this song are in Bob Dylan's Dream. Turns out Bob heard it when he was in London 56 years ago. Life's like that too.
After that I thought of how clear the traces of this song are in Bob Dylan's Dream. Turns out Bob heard it when he was in London 56 years ago. Life's like that too.
Fred Åkerström - Jag ger dig min morgon
A song I've heard my entire life, that still rubs some warmth into my soggy heart as I sit in my bed, looking out the soggy soggy window, and its strings lift towards the sun at 3:10.
