“Doing as others told me, I was blind.
Coming when others called me, I was lost.
Then I left everyone, including myself.
Then I found everyone, including myself.”
11:05 pm • 8 September 2012 • 11 notes
hannahramic-deactivated20130103 asked: WHY ARE YOU SO SEXY -anonymous hannah
why are you such a baller? also, i have NO IDEA when you posted this. and, i miss you this year! xo
12:27 am • 4 September 2012
A man hops in the subway with his two children, a buckets, a guitar and a tambourine. He announces, loudly, that he is raising money for another son, absent from the group, who is suffering from a life threatening illness. He and his two boys, ages 16 and 14, begin to sing John Lennon’s “Let it Be”.
It is one of the best versions of te song I have ever heard. All three of them have a natural beauty and depth to their voices. The 16 year old plays “drums” using his fingers as stocks on the bucket, gazing off into space while keeping perfect time. His brother pays even less attention, weaving back and forth near the door, going silent more often than not. But he too, when audible, is a natural. They have a presence and a natural talent that cannot be ignored. The entire train full of people goes silent.
Upon finishing they pass around their bags in the hope of soliciting a few dollars for their brother, who is, sadly, most likely a fabrication drummed up by their huckster father.
I smiled at them. I would have given them a buck but I didn’t have one. Tears welled up behind my eyes. I’m not sure where they came from. I think that maybe it’s because it seems like those kids are getting an unfair shot out the gate. But who am I to say, who am I to judge? If that’s how they, the dad, wants to make a buck, there’s probably worse ways to do it. Or is there? Humiliating a child does seem to be one of the worst.
(sorry for the typos, I wrote this on my iPhone).
7:00 pm • 2 September 2012
Flaming Lips and Amanda Palmer’s “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face”
4:23 pm • 25 August 2012 • 3 notes
I am inspired
I am at this moment, very inspired. I do not know how long it will last, or what might evolve from this inspiration, whether it will devolve into the mundaneness of the everyday, or if it will manifest in a creative endeavor that I can have pride in, but the feeling itself is like nothing else. It is better than love, because it lacks the pain that is inextricably connected with love. It is defined by an aura of hope and idealism.
In researching the history of electro-acoustic music, I am realizing that major developments in electronic music technology occurred during WWII, and picked up speed during the post-war period; a period which is defined by a veil of prosperity and modernity (a veil that would subsequently be ripped violently away by the realization of post-modernist thought).
I would postulate therefore that it is not a coincidence that it was at the tail end of the war that composers began to break free from the limitations of the traditional rules of composition and begin to pioneer a new form of listening. It was a new way of post-WWII thinking. This postulation is further encouraged by the fact that composers were actually pressing the limits of sound, predicting the capabilities of the new technology, well before WWII, before the technological capabilites even existed.
What does this mean? That culture has propelled new sounds, not the technology.
BOOM. This might not end up being my thesis, but it could be a start to something special.
12:49 am • 23 August 2012 • 1 note
“The artist needs an ivory tower, not as an escape from the world, but as a place where he can view the world and be himself. This tower is for the artist like a lighthouse shining out across the world.”
— Charles Koechlin
5:51 pm • 22 August 2012 • 2 notes
Thaddeus Cahill’s Dynamophone. 1906.
4:11 pm • 22 August 2012 • 3 notes