January 2012
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26/1 Starryyelp
Just sitting wanting to unleash my creative energies. Not trying too, cause something doesn’t feel right. When it does, I shall unleash.
There is something anti-creative about using one medium. I hate that I have to sit in front of a computer to record my songs. I hate that my equipment is in one place.
Waiting for something.. don’t know what.
Todays song I...
August 2011
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Mon (3)
So below you will find a remix by the San Francisco based artist, memes (without a capital M). Above you will find a photograph by Katie Cooper from Manchester. She does far more than that Hipstamatic stuff, people like me snap and upload so check her out over at her flickr and to top it off - all of her photography is released under creative commons (nice!). (Well back too the music) It’s...
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Sun (2)
Jatinder Singh Durhailay is contemporary visual artist and a student of a Indian classical instrument; the Dilruba. My Punjabi language skills aren’t so hot but I know the first part of the instruments name, ‘dil’ translates as ‘heart’ and once you listen too the track below you should realise why. A beautiful rendition of Malkauns. The above photo is also by...
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Satur (1)
Some good retro synth pop.. it’s called Incubator in progress by the visual artist and musician Kisses from Kopernik (Damien Bonneau) from Budapest. Above is an artwork by Damien titled, Stolen Kiss and I feel its real great. If you like what you’ve heard, show this artist your support over at his Facebook page.
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Next up is AyGeeTee,...
July 2011
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White
The cloud is white
Yet the purity of the sky is not there
The cloud is there
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All is fire, in passion's kiln
All is fire, in passion’s kiln; whilst drying my green lumber
From felling too now, she the sawmill hungers
Debarking my soul, to take its control
Extracting my core, to taste its furor
All is fire, in passion’s kiln; whilst baking my malted barley
The grains from which soon whiskey pour
Brews my nectar, as her sheath takes its sword
Then sprouts my spore, we germinate once...