They came to the stage elegantly dressed and reserved,played quietly with the
ocassional shy smiles and merci beaucoup’s and gave one hell of a show.
8 different keyboards,drums,2 bass guitar,one acoustic and a grand piano.
I shot a film and a half or so using a canon 7 with 50/1.8 early chrome lens(new toy).
Will post whenif someone worthwhile pops up.
meanwhile something from Stakanchik.
folsom(or SF)
(Daliyat El Carmel)
do they owe us a living? of course they do! of course they do!
do they owe us a living? of course they do! of course they do!
do they owe us a living? OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO!
SPT(crass cover)
Сижу,пью special gunpowder слушаю Goldberg variations (на клависине) и мне легко и спокойно.
As I write this,I sit and listen to a harpsicord rendition of the Goldberg Variations,sipping special gunpowder and I feel light and content.
this is the younger and no less talented sister of Ayala Ingadeshet(Ethiopia born Jewish singer)
Stakanchik
Ashdod
The nurse should not be the one who puts salt in your wounds
But it’s always with trust that the poison is fed with a spoon
When you’re helpless with no one to turn to alone in your room
You would swear that the one who would care for you never would leave
She promised and said, “you will always be safe here with me”
But promises open the door to be broken to me
The White Stripes
Shosha by Bashevis Singer is a good book ,but it doesn’t bring joy.
Babel turned out to be much better then I expected.
My leica m4 is all nice and working now.
goodbye winter
Bjork-Debut on vynil is orgasmic
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Well the smart money’s on Harlow and the moon is in the street
And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws
And you’re east of East Saint Louis and the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds like a round of applause
And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon
His invisible fiancee’s in the mirror
And the band is going home, it’s raining hammers, it’s raining nails
And it’s true there’s nothing left for him down here
And it’s time time time, and it’s time time time
And it’s time time time that you love
And it’s time time time
And they all pretend they’re orphans and their memory’s like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And the things you can’t remember tell the things you can’t forget
That history puts a saint in every dream
Well she said she’d stick around until the bandages came off
But these mama’s boys just don’t know when to quit
And Mathilda asks the sailors “Are those dreams or are those prayers ” ?
So close your eyes, son, and this won’t hurt a bit
Oh it’s time time time, and it’s time time time
And it’s time time time that you love
And it’s time time time
Well things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl
The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street
And when they’re on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot
And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet
So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips
As the dish outside the window fills with rain
Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart
And pay the fiddler off ’til I come back again
Meydale
“Tom Waits – Rain Dogs” on vynil sounds so much better then the CD I couldnt listen to it now.
