the amazing
barry goldberg called the other night. he talked to me about supporting artists.
kind of a . . . what-about-you talk? he sees me.
i don't exist. i just live for . . . the people who sleep homeless by the river, i wonder if they feel like i do, about time.
i was so impressed by the recycling at mississippi studios, and i was talking with reine about it. or then i wanted to talk to thom yorke about the environment. or then there is the environmental toll of music. of life.
i am listening to this track from the amazing, for the fourth time in a row (play counter: now at seven-nine-ten . . . )
http://blogg.svt.se/psl/2009/04/03/musik-med-the-amazing/
this is just gunrup and fiske in the forest.
christoffer gunrup has a lovely voice.
and here is the amazing with the dearest johan holmegaard from dungen drumming for this east village festival thing
reading about Greenpeace's CEO salary.
http://www.telofski.com/blog/category/research/case-studies/greenpeace-case-studies-research/
read a review of The Amazing here:
http://www.parasol.com/updates/150909.asp
http://pitchfork.com/reviews/albums/13882-the-amazing/
http://www.dn.se/kultur-noje/skivrecensioner/recension-the-amazing-the-amazing-1.859650
more The Amazing:
http://www.svd.se/kulturnoje/nyheter/sjalvplagande-folkrockare_2806833.svd
of anna jarvinen, who is new to me.
http://sverigesradio.se/sida/artikel.aspx?programid=2945&artikel=2708428
she reminds me a lot of nanci griffith. i love her.
with reine and gustav of dungen
she sings on the song brallor on skit i allt.
a positivity, i'm not usually up for.
she is so beautiful, an aries.
and her voice has a pretty cuteness, like that of the tiny and bjork.
joanna newsom
i never took the time to listen to joanna newsom so much. but she frees things up. norm adams brought some over once. he told me about rothko's paintings of blood. we watched basquiat. and he told me about tele kinesia, or ganji.
waiting on kate moss at fred segal's on melrose.
i found a cute blog for something called hapna
http://hapna.com/
when barry called, we spoke three hours, around the issues. there aren't any actually.
everything is really centered with him.
he worked on fleetwood mac.
the amazing is getting compared to fleetwood mac.
animals, prey, competitors, om. he was really neat about saying, mary, i see you as a producer. i mention warhol---but that was then, he said.
he wants the singing with nick to go on. he senses that there is something there.
but i don't. i'm not grandiose. i think everyone is talented. but a symbiosis that we have, nick and i, musically. i like how terra sings in pluto too. a lot.
i was always in the background, a very ironic place for a leo to be.
i have been on a dungen rampage lately, listening to it all.
what is at the end of that tunnel?
a bag of popcorn and another day.
an end to crying!
a stomach ache!
i am so happy any and every time i see nick maybury's name in my inbox. he is enjoying all the dungen i sent him
barnen undrar.
child's wonder . . .
i love this site with the complete dungen lyrics:
http://konstochvanligasaker.se/dungen/songs/skit-i-allt/barnen-undrar/80
nick was twittering about them some time ago.
it is rare that anything is so good i would really want to bother him about it.
barry goldberg sometimes i think is my dream aries. he doesn't try to turn me off or down or put me out. he is so supportive. he is a supporter, like me.
but supporters have souls and ideas.
shining lights on everyone else gives a different kind of light.
i miss the theater in high school. well, i miss girls school, where women were always center stage.
the hollywood music scene is so many boys. it gets boring fast.
matt o connor called it cookie monster bands; a bunch of gravelly mouthed boys growling basically.
i can't get back to a place of light, because that would involve honesty, and there is no room for that in the world.
my feelings were hurt when someone called me crazy for my confidence and sobriety or attire or existence. i wanted to talk and listen. stuff gets under my skin for years. bad vibes are like fires, they spread like crazy. and then he said . . . it was funny because, the other is so strange.
inte bra, he said.
i love my blindness most of all. nothing like this matters in the fragility of my bad vision. these minutiae aren't real. and when i take off my glasses, my audio memory gets powerful, because i remove other sensory input.
bulimia, anorexia.
lately i have been even more worried about nihilism, and the cessation of all desire, and emptiness.
what barry goldberg positively posits as acedia---an empty state prior to creative genesis.
weltanschauungs and such things.
i get worried when love fades.
i try to follow instinct and gravitation.
then sometimes, the only gravitation i have is for solitude, silence.
lately it has been walks by the river.
but there was smog today. i felt sick.
i had been reading copyriot.se in class.
i felt like commenting, but then that felt silly too.
why do i want an international conversation?
i could be reading proust:
http://ebooks.adelaide.edu.au/p/proust/marcel/p96w/chapter1.html
rasmus fleischer is a part of the future, the postdigital human experience.
i admire his writing so much, too much.
http://copyriot.se/2010/10/20/en-vindsvaning-i-fem-dimensioner/
i could move back to los angeles.
i might be in love with barry. but i love nick and reine and dust and well everyone.
i love girls.
i was reading about relations anarchy
http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Relationsanarki
on norwegian and swedish wikipedia
and re: polyamoria
i was also reading a lot about the political things regarding a movement in the 2000's called the feminist initiative.
some of their platform i read and it was wonderful---about sexism in europe.
somebody got upset though.
somebody was rude to someone.
i've been listening to stieg larsson's
man som hatar qvinnor
in swedish yay!
i love the part where i completely understand
kom met mig!
or
verklar for mig
i don't know spelling yet and am kind of dyslexic/hyperlexic in english anyway.
when i try swedish, then looking at german feels like looking at english---so familiar, so comprensible.
its the music of it i care about.
i have been thinking a lot of gustav ejstes.
he has so much strength. he carries so much weight in dungen.
such a song writer, such a strong vocalist, such a nice person, such a visionary.
last night i was feeling inspired by the "skit i allt" video and what i read about the rare film footage.
http://www.prefixmag.com/media/dungen/skit-i-allt-video/43264/
Dungen - Skit I Allt from Mexican Summer on Vimeo.
of jenny palen sture mars footage stefan kery
http://ashbeesfragment.blogspot.com/2010/08/dungen-skit-i-allt.html
this:
http://lysergia_2.tripod.com/LamaWorkshop/Sth80sGarage/lamaStomachMouths.htm
stomachmouths!
hypertext--science room
hypertext--ms. delicate
of dancing, of shakers, of lymphatic system
kind of a . . . what-about-you talk? he sees me.
i don't exist. i just live for . . . the people who sleep homeless by the river, i wonder if they feel like i do, about time.
i was so impressed by the recycling at mississippi studios, and i was talking with reine about it. or then i wanted to talk to thom yorke about the environment. or then there is the environmental toll of music. of life.
i am listening to this track from the amazing, for the fourth time in a row (play counter: now at seven-nine-ten . . . )
http://blogg.svt.se/psl/2009/04/03/musik-med-the-amazing/
this is just gunrup and fiske in the forest.
christoffer gunrup has a lovely voice.
and here is the amazing with the dearest johan holmegaard from dungen drumming for this east village festival thing
reading about Greenpeace's CEO salary.
http://www.telofski.com/blog/category/research/case-studies/greenpeace-case-studies-research/
read a review of The Amazing here:
http://www.parasol.com/updates/150909.asp
http://pitchfork.com/reviews/albums/13882-the-amazing/
http://www.dn.se/kultur-noje/skivrecensioner/recension-the-amazing-the-amazing-1.859650
more The Amazing:
http://www.svd.se/kulturnoje/nyheter/sjalvplagande-folkrockare_2806833.svd
of anna jarvinen, who is new to me.
http://sverigesradio.se/sida/artikel.aspx?programid=2945&artikel=2708428
she reminds me a lot of nanci griffith. i love her.
with reine and gustav of dungen
she sings on the song brallor on skit i allt.
a positivity, i'm not usually up for.
she is so beautiful, an aries.
and her voice has a pretty cuteness, like that of the tiny and bjork.
joanna newsom
i never took the time to listen to joanna newsom so much. but she frees things up. norm adams brought some over once. he told me about rothko's paintings of blood. we watched basquiat. and he told me about tele kinesia, or ganji.
waiting on kate moss at fred segal's on melrose.
i found a cute blog for something called hapna
http://hapna.com/
when barry called, we spoke three hours, around the issues. there aren't any actually.
everything is really centered with him.
he worked on fleetwood mac.
the amazing is getting compared to fleetwood mac.
animals, prey, competitors, om. he was really neat about saying, mary, i see you as a producer. i mention warhol---but that was then, he said.
he wants the singing with nick to go on. he senses that there is something there.
but i don't. i'm not grandiose. i think everyone is talented. but a symbiosis that we have, nick and i, musically. i like how terra sings in pluto too. a lot.
i was always in the background, a very ironic place for a leo to be.
i have been on a dungen rampage lately, listening to it all.
what is at the end of that tunnel?
a bag of popcorn and another day.
an end to crying!
a stomach ache!
i am so happy any and every time i see nick maybury's name in my inbox. he is enjoying all the dungen i sent him
barnen undrar.
child's wonder . . .
i love this site with the complete dungen lyrics:
http://konstochvanligasaker.se/dungen/songs/skit-i-allt/barnen-undrar/80
nick was twittering about them some time ago.
it is rare that anything is so good i would really want to bother him about it.
barry goldberg sometimes i think is my dream aries. he doesn't try to turn me off or down or put me out. he is so supportive. he is a supporter, like me.
but supporters have souls and ideas.
shining lights on everyone else gives a different kind of light.
i miss the theater in high school. well, i miss girls school, where women were always center stage.
the hollywood music scene is so many boys. it gets boring fast.
matt o connor called it cookie monster bands; a bunch of gravelly mouthed boys growling basically.
i can't get back to a place of light, because that would involve honesty, and there is no room for that in the world.
my feelings were hurt when someone called me crazy for my confidence and sobriety or attire or existence. i wanted to talk and listen. stuff gets under my skin for years. bad vibes are like fires, they spread like crazy. and then he said . . . it was funny because, the other is so strange.
inte bra, he said.
i love my blindness most of all. nothing like this matters in the fragility of my bad vision. these minutiae aren't real. and when i take off my glasses, my audio memory gets powerful, because i remove other sensory input.
bulimia, anorexia.
lately i have been even more worried about nihilism, and the cessation of all desire, and emptiness.
what barry goldberg positively posits as acedia---an empty state prior to creative genesis.
weltanschauungs and such things.
i get worried when love fades.
i try to follow instinct and gravitation.
then sometimes, the only gravitation i have is for solitude, silence.
lately it has been walks by the river.
but there was smog today. i felt sick.
i had been reading copyriot.se in class.
i felt like commenting, but then that felt silly too.
why do i want an international conversation?
i could be reading proust:
http://ebooks.adelaide.edu.au/p/proust/marcel/p96w/chapter1.html
rasmus fleischer is a part of the future, the postdigital human experience.
i admire his writing so much, too much.
http://copyriot.se/2010/10/20/en-vindsvaning-i-fem-dimensioner/
i could move back to los angeles.
i might be in love with barry. but i love nick and reine and dust and well everyone.
i love girls.
i was reading about relations anarchy
http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Relationsanarki
on norwegian and swedish wikipedia
and re: polyamoria
i was also reading a lot about the political things regarding a movement in the 2000's called the feminist initiative.
some of their platform i read and it was wonderful---about sexism in europe.
somebody got upset though.
somebody was rude to someone.
i've been listening to stieg larsson's
man som hatar qvinnor
in swedish yay!
i love the part where i completely understand
kom met mig!
or
verklar for mig
i don't know spelling yet and am kind of dyslexic/hyperlexic in english anyway.
when i try swedish, then looking at german feels like looking at english---so familiar, so comprensible.
its the music of it i care about.
i have been thinking a lot of gustav ejstes.
he has so much strength. he carries so much weight in dungen.
such a song writer, such a strong vocalist, such a nice person, such a visionary.
last night i was feeling inspired by the "skit i allt" video and what i read about the rare film footage.
http://www.prefixmag.com/media/dungen/skit-i-allt-video/43264/
Dungen - Skit I Allt from Mexican Summer on Vimeo.
of jenny palen sture mars footage stefan kery
http://ashbeesfragment.blogspot.com/2010/08/dungen-skit-i-allt.html
this:
http://lysergia_2.tripod.com/LamaWorkshop/Sth80sGarage/lamaStomachMouths.htm
stomachmouths!
hypertext--science room
hypertext--ms. delicate
of dancing, of shakers, of lymphatic system
and how dancing shakes up stagnant lymph, and how lymphatic drainage massage, might help too.
i really like giving massage, and sometimes think i should go to massage school, just for extra points.
the trouble with me is my anti-capitalism. i don't get money.
i have had swollen lymph nodes---which i give credit for the LA smog poisoning me, or processed food.
in a song with nick, i sang, "rebecca stout lived in a pink house where shakers sang tales of witchcraft"
i sent it to her. she said she had never been mentioned by name in a song.
i met her one night in 1997 in an empty house. she played folk songs about the bell witch.
her manager daryl saunders of revolution records had already given me a demo of her amazing trip-hop music.
rebecca stout of the shakers
rebecca stout and the shakers reminding me of how tennessee was like new ireland---with all the celtic everything everywhere
greg garing played in the shakers sometimes.
i was already a big fan of his. really.
this is beautiful.
he told me he cried too.
old country.
that was before i knew about gillian welch.
i was going to see gillian welch for the last time at the belmont theater in 2003.
my first love turned around, looking for his wife. he saw my eyes. he turned and found me instead. i was like a ghost to him, the shock of it. we were fifteen again. then the thick summer thunderstorm came and cracked thunder as accompaniment to gillian welch and david rawlings. it was amazing.
she was singing murder ballads.
caleb meyer got me.
and then---that was all because of isaac johnson from asheville north carolina, that i knew about gillian, or the idea of polyamory. back in 1998. caleb bennett had gone out the north carolina and so had my brother michael.
isaac johnson was into bluegrass and well . . . he was a virgo. his mother painted and didn't have a telephone and seldom left the house.
the johnsons of asheville.
caleb bennet had an amazing song called
"crash and burn"
he would play and sing in his sweet clear voice.
we talked in the last year. i don't know where his number is though.
i used to paint portraits of him over and over, just like of nick maybury.
reberhead is david koci.
he brought me to LA.
funny i found favorited on renisen's youtube channel
a vid of the guy form fleet foxes talking about a dream festival, that would have
nick drake and maurice ravel and neil young.
my dream festival would have thunder from heaven and dungen and radiohead and the melvins.
and reberhead and caleb bennett and rebecca stout and michael eng and zomby and john cage.
and royksopp all day.
to be retro and archaic, i sent a postcard to subliminal sounds.
it was a picture of the desert in nevada.
over the desert i wrote
"The Amazing Dungen"
and on the other side i wrote how much i love love love skit i allt. and i dont' know who gets the post in stockholm, or at what level fan mail might pile up. it's so retro.
i can't believe it though, the desire for human connection, especially over art.
last time i heard nick drake, it was with nick. i want to give nick a new name.
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his name means the victorious!
and then reine's means counselor, or royal.
i think a lot about nashville's illustrious kenny vaughan, sickest guitarist in my pantheon besides nick and reine.
and then the purple Tootsies where i would go three nights aweek in 1995 to hear kenny play with greg garing.
i grew up so spoiled listening to this high quality.
getting toted around by dad to the grand old opry and filmings of nashville now, and riders in the sky, the ryman auditorium, dusty road tavern.
he was always pouring over billboard magazine and talking about ASCAP and BMI.
miss gypsy hombres too!
david soldi thinks he's stuck in indiana.
i want him back on the west coast, to get some recordings and youtubes and everything else.
there needs to be more of a record of his skill. grandson of cactus soldi.
music royalty, son of johhny cash's guitarist, come on.
a dove award as a teen.
deportation day---the amazing
so dave grohl gave them props!?
well---
what is it about?
amnesty international talks about sweden's refoulement, a french word meaning deportation back to deplorable conditions of extreme human rights violation.
sweden deports undocumented people back to countries of abuse.
so sweden has so many dark sides.
i keep hearing about it.
desparecido--manu chao
the lost the ghost
the deportee--dolly parton
you won't have a name when you ride the big airplane---all they will call you will be deportee
some of us are illegal
i heard a lot of dolly parton when my dad was working on the porter wagner biography
so what is The Amazing "deportation day" song about?
something spiritual? a spiritual deportation?
landlessness?
a burnt passport?
a renunciation.
oh, it is for elliott smith? independence day.
an amazing deportation.
i wish someone would deport me.
i dislike america and always have.
reine said he would learn a lot from a person like me.
i guess that was regarding all my nerdiness---i was talking about my wittgenstein.
i feel like i am learning a lot from his guitar---there are messages---that transcend space and time therein.
they are telepathic, universals.
two things i want:
complete the amazing album
morte macabre album
fall asleep to this world:
quiet drops
morte macabre
i imagine our third eyes communicating
and a corset of steel
and frieda khalo's self portrait with a miniature portrait of diego in her mind
because he was obsessing her completely
i know the feeling
i really like giving massage, and sometimes think i should go to massage school, just for extra points.
the trouble with me is my anti-capitalism. i don't get money.
i have had swollen lymph nodes---which i give credit for the LA smog poisoning me, or processed food.
in a song with nick, i sang, "rebecca stout lived in a pink house where shakers sang tales of witchcraft"
i sent it to her. she said she had never been mentioned by name in a song.
i met her one night in 1997 in an empty house. she played folk songs about the bell witch.
her manager daryl saunders of revolution records had already given me a demo of her amazing trip-hop music.
rebecca stout of the shakers
rebecca stout and the shakers reminding me of how tennessee was like new ireland---with all the celtic everything everywhere
greg garing played in the shakers sometimes.
i was already a big fan of his. really.
this is beautiful.
he told me he cried too.
old country.
that was before i knew about gillian welch.
i was going to see gillian welch for the last time at the belmont theater in 2003.
my first love turned around, looking for his wife. he saw my eyes. he turned and found me instead. i was like a ghost to him, the shock of it. we were fifteen again. then the thick summer thunderstorm came and cracked thunder as accompaniment to gillian welch and david rawlings. it was amazing.
she was singing murder ballads.
caleb meyer got me.
and then---that was all because of isaac johnson from asheville north carolina, that i knew about gillian, or the idea of polyamory. back in 1998. caleb bennett had gone out the north carolina and so had my brother michael.
isaac johnson was into bluegrass and well . . . he was a virgo. his mother painted and didn't have a telephone and seldom left the house.
the johnsons of asheville.
caleb bennet had an amazing song called
"crash and burn"
he would play and sing in his sweet clear voice.
we talked in the last year. i don't know where his number is though.
i used to paint portraits of him over and over, just like of nick maybury.
he'd play at jitters on second avenue with greg garing and porter hale. noir surf rock and eerie country.
i gave my best caleb portrait to porter, one day at kung fu coffee.
i gave all the art away.
caleb was sooooo shy, but soooo goood. he was just mainly humble.
he brought me to LA.
funny i found favorited on renisen's youtube channel
a vid of the guy form fleet foxes talking about a dream festival, that would have
nick drake and maurice ravel and neil young.
my dream festival would have thunder from heaven and dungen and radiohead and the melvins.
and reberhead and caleb bennett and rebecca stout and michael eng and zomby and john cage.
and royksopp all day.
to be retro and archaic, i sent a postcard to subliminal sounds.
it was a picture of the desert in nevada.
over the desert i wrote
"The Amazing Dungen"
and on the other side i wrote how much i love love love skit i allt. and i dont' know who gets the post in stockholm, or at what level fan mail might pile up. it's so retro.
i can't believe it though, the desire for human connection, especially over art.
last time i heard nick drake, it was with nick. i want to give nick a new name.
his name means the victorious!
and then reine's means counselor, or royal.
i think a lot about nashville's illustrious kenny vaughan, sickest guitarist in my pantheon besides nick and reine.
and then the purple Tootsies where i would go three nights aweek in 1995 to hear kenny play with greg garing.
i grew up so spoiled listening to this high quality.
getting toted around by dad to the grand old opry and filmings of nashville now, and riders in the sky, the ryman auditorium, dusty road tavern.
he was always pouring over billboard magazine and talking about ASCAP and BMI.
miss gypsy hombres too!
david soldi thinks he's stuck in indiana.
i want him back on the west coast, to get some recordings and youtubes and everything else.
there needs to be more of a record of his skill. grandson of cactus soldi.
music royalty, son of johhny cash's guitarist, come on.
a dove award as a teen.
deportation day---the amazing
so dave grohl gave them props!?
well---
what is it about?
amnesty international talks about sweden's refoulement, a french word meaning deportation back to deplorable conditions of extreme human rights violation.
sweden deports undocumented people back to countries of abuse.
so sweden has so many dark sides.
i keep hearing about it.
desparecido--manu chao
the lost the ghost
the deportee--dolly parton
you won't have a name when you ride the big airplane---all they will call you will be deportee
some of us are illegal
i heard a lot of dolly parton when my dad was working on the porter wagner biography
so what is The Amazing "deportation day" song about?
something spiritual? a spiritual deportation?
landlessness?
a burnt passport?
a renunciation.
oh, it is for elliott smith? independence day.
an amazing deportation.
i wish someone would deport me.
i dislike america and always have.
reine said he would learn a lot from a person like me.
i guess that was regarding all my nerdiness---i was talking about my wittgenstein.
i feel like i am learning a lot from his guitar---there are messages---that transcend space and time therein.
they are telepathic, universals.
two things i want:
complete the amazing album
morte macabre album
fall asleep to this world:
quiet drops
morte macabre
i imagine our third eyes communicating
and a corset of steel
and frieda khalo's self portrait with a miniature portrait of diego in her mind
because he was obsessing her completely
i know the feeling
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