To be an indie-citizen.
You know, leave the label leave the government.
So when they come looking for me, asking where is the human of this hair, “up there down there there, sir”.

Because I know, the inbetween is definition-proof ( Read more... )

In a tiny obscure theater, a baby grand bösendorfer, from the hands of Cornelia Herrmann, the Chopin scherzo no.1
while I'm scheming my escape plan.

I walk away with what happens to be the thing that will prevent me to sit all ladylike, on the bus, on the way home.

Now, I'm slightly terrified of the chord progression world.

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(pay me a visit, yes
   walker among the worlds
take me down, away from the light
take me down
take me back.)

-and if he wins tonight
if he does.-

i'm giving it away.
i didn't plan to. but it seems, everytime i give something away, they lose sense.
and it's time they do that, lose sense.
i can say a lot but i won't.
because since everything is gone, and she's ( Read more... )

After the fimm disaster, well at least for me, I found this.
It's been so long since I feel in love with a song.
Like a real "chorus refrain" song.
So here it is.
And I'd be more than eager to share the whole album, cos she's rare and a ma zing.

Note to E (the lizard one) : It's your darling cello player you're hearing by the way. Zoe Keating. She has ( Read more... )

If I had to make a list of things that would make a man attractive, pectus excavatum would be the first and probably the only concrete one.

What is this installation that you’re working on?

It’s going to be a neo-pagan, outdoor kind of a noise intervention. It’s going to maybe be 10 or 15 speakers hung from trees that are spread out and allow me to do a spatial, melodic composition outside of an art gallery in Toronto.

What sounds will come from the speakers?

Some will be noise ( Read more... )

it is official.
my mac's fancying the deep.
the sound is rather familiar,  if you were any smaller, my dear mac, i would have resssurected
you with more, ehm, primitive ways. (which are most of the time the best ways of all.)
but, for now, months and months of work, gone.

(it is that time i can't go on without speaking Reality.
it is winter, you see. I watch people descending to some form of depression - and they never like the view from there, believe me.
but it is my time, my natural habitat.
truth is, i will only write when there's blood on my lips, my own.)

The regulations of reality does not apply here because what ( Read more... )

"The very opposition of appearing and disappearing, the entire lexicon of the phainesthai of altheia, of day and night, of the visible and invisible, of the present and the absent - all this is possible only under the sun." - JD

why o' why have you died before we met.

a mad woman, carrying an endless hole somewhere near the bellybutton, conversing ( Read more... )