I had two copies on vinyl previously, this one is the third and it is the CD version. I also found these (y’all need to stop throwing things…) in the trash. I remember one night I was jamming in a chili house on Seventh Avenue between 139th and 140th. It was December 1939. Now I’d… Continue reading My 3rd Copy
Tag: 2019
Disturbingly Good
This is work in progress… I’m dazed and confused by Shitkid. It just seems wrong. Why in the name of the Lord would you ever make a cover of My Favorite Thing? The short and simple answer? You would not ever do that. On top of it all I’ve been and I still am a… Continue reading Disturbingly Good
Symbolic Appliance
Falling down. Hard, like in Röde Orm (incidentally a birthday gift from my grandmother a long time ago – bless her soul!). That would be the hammer of Tor (no, no “h” and yes, the reason why “Torsdag” is called Torsdag? It is the day of Tor, the hammer making thunder day. Depending on context;… Continue reading Symbolic Appliance
I Once Actually Believed…
That the breaks were dead and gone. Those were unhappy times. I looked hard and everywhere, of course I did find them eventually (with help, because if no one is playing it will all become literally impossible), silly me doubting something eternal! I did get the help needed recovering them/me. When I actually thought they… Continue reading I Once Actually Believed…
11:45
It’s snowing!
On The Wall II
It is yet another discarded instrument. Please see: Not On The Wall I.
On The Wall I
It is yet another discarded instrument. On The Wall II, Not On The Wall I and Not On The Wall II.
15:47
No light. – What’s the time? Is it 09:45 or 17:45? – Well, it can’t be 17:45 because then it would be completely dark? This is the (almost exact) location where I was born and have lived my entire life… Locus Desperatus as it where 2000 years ago, “- Being funny are we?”. The reference… Continue reading 15:47
Left Behind
The solitary was most likely dropped a dash hurrying in some direction – but, what about the pairs? It always makes me wonder. What happened the instant before someone decided “- I’m not wearing these shoes no more this day/night!”. Did a spare pair exist somewhere or did nature have its causal way? They do… Continue reading Left Behind
Tru Steppa
Tru steppa, hard steppa? This is as close as you will get to my definition. The source is a bit more complicated who-is-who and whatnot production wise according to me. As it was originally stated: La coïncidence n’existe pas.. There are too many similarities and tracks-within-tracks. It is an investigation that will have to wait… Continue reading Tru Steppa