Jeanette - Porque Te Vas
thx nina
Jeanette - Negra Estralla
thx ross
Fadhili Williams - Ewe Malaika
this playlist of Kenyan music (I think?) is giving me hit after hit today
TAKE off thy long johns; shed your winter skin. Behold thee beautiful exoskeleton, that winking freckle on your shoulder. Another year of existing and everything looks so different! What better way to celebrate than by yip yipping through the Eastern and Central timezones with your best friends, hungry for anything?
https://www.facebook.com/events/242737765864494/
4/20 Fayetteville, AR @choomfest w/ messy sparkles
4/24 Lawrence, KS @Seedco
4/25 Kansas City, MO @FOKL
4/26 Columbia, MO @geodesic dome in the woods w/cuffers
4/27 St Louis, MO @backyard bbq w/ ghosts I have been
4/28 Bloomington, IN @basement
4/29 Cincy, OH @MOTR w/ sun country
4/30 Pitt, PA @? (help?)
5/1 Philly, PA @? (help?)
5/2 Boston, MA @house show
w/ Little Spoon! She’s playing drumbs +bloops on my set and sometimes doing her own sounds if you’re lucky.
5/22 Philly, PA @house show
5/23 Baltimore, MD @open space gallery w/ Soft Cat
5/24 Brooklyn, NY @ho_se
5/25 Boston, MA @backyard
5/26 Kingston, NY @BSP Lounge
5/28 Portland, ME @house show
w/ Lizard Kisses and sometimes Emily Sprague
email me at kassetteklub@gmail.com if you want more info or hit up @mutual_benefit in that birdcage in your mind
thanks to all the wonderful people who spent their busy free time hours to help me plan this.
see you in the future (or after?)
jordan
Bhavacakra (Wheel of Cyclical Existence)
Symbolically, the three inner circles, moving from the center outward, show that the three poisons of ignorance, attachment, and aversion give rise to positive and negative actions; these actions and their results are called karma. Karma in turn gives rise to the six realms, which represent the different types of suffering within samsara.
The fourth and outer layer of the wheel symbolizes the twelve links of dependent origination; these links indicate how the sources of suffering—the three poisons and karma—produce lives within cyclic existence.
The fierce being holding the wheel represents impermanence; this symbolizes that the entire process of samsara or cyclic existence is impermanent, transient, constantly changing. The moon above the wheel indicates liberation. The Buddha is pointing to the moon, indicating that liberation from samsara is possible.
album update
this false domesticity is coming to an end
broken seashells reaping welcome chaos
talking to a psychic at the neighborhood cafe
she really spelled it out
riding for hours
past the spray-painted wall with a radically simple manifesto
land and liberty
past the reservoir cut jaggedly through the sand
no swimming allowed
danger
past where the air grows thick
familiar shops jutting rudely
I could be anywhere
further still, weary legs instinctively avoid
thinking of turning around
towards home
or rather somewhere
resting on a patch of brown grass
accompanied by an ant exploring a Sprite can
like an alien planet
and on I go as well
to the road where trucks grow even more audacious
this Sprite can is unlivable
secreting danger chemicals to alert my friends
where is somewhere?
where is somewhere?
losing myself in an evening softball game
the park lights make such dramatic shadows
rooting for the team with the worst posture
panic as a friend’s text crosses my screen
pulled away from my new team
this baby universe where the park light is my sun god
worshipping the pleasant punctuation of aluminum collision
where only my cheers are needed as the de facto initiation
pulled away from the present into the meta-present
goodbye you lil sluggers
you earned those snacks
at the recording studio now
absolute stillness
silence takes perfect cooperation amongst all things
but just one destructive egotist can break it
tonight that person is me, naturally
I am arranging tones
wanting it so badly to sound like water
hammering away on a machine much older than me
it is changing electricity into sound
magic is the only explanation my mind accepts for this
endlessly fascinated
I waver the pitch to give the song an imperfect foundation
my muscles relax
mind drifting to the life of coral
now I am asleep
from this lullaby of colliding particles in the air
The Machine Which Makes Everything Disappear
directed by Tinatin Gurchiani
I went to True/False in Columbia, MO and saw this soul-crushingly beautiful documentary about young people living in post-Soviet Georgia.
Oidupaa Vladimir Oiun - It Is Echoing All Over The World (mp3)
This music has stayed close with me for a year or two now; it was first posted over at ghostcapital I think?
It was recorded during the decades Oiun had to spend in a Russian work camp for more or less being a dissident and while I am a sucker for those kinds of backstories, I really can feel that kind of power in the recordings. They feel to me more like desperate prayers than songs.
