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LOCATION: Asgard
RECORDS: 180
LATEST RECORD: 4 days ago
JOINED: June 29, 2009
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I've been trying to do a remix of Shine for some time now; but I could never piece together the ideas in my head. They were just like scattered pieces of jigsaw puzzles. Basically, I wanted to explore the idea of shining as a form of awakening.
I have this line in my head that I would hear over and over again, " Shine, so I can see you. Shine, so I can see you". In my mind, this almost sounds like an appeal from one person to another to shine like a human beacon so they, we, you & I could find each other. I tried to write a poem about this too. It's half finished, and it's sucky, so I went back to this record instead and tried to finish what I started. This is experimental. I kinda literally dissected Channing's beautiful original Shine record. I hope that's okay:)
I have this line in my head that I would hear over and over again, " Shine, so I can see you. Shine, so I can see you". In my mind, this almost sounds like an appeal from one person to another to shine like a human beacon so they, we, you & I could find each other. I tried to write a poem about this too. It's half finished, and it's sucky, so I went back to this record instead and tried to finish what I started. This is experimental. I kinda literally dissected Channing's beautiful original Shine record. I hope that's okay:)
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It was one looked that got me, juxtaposed with a cinematic pear sitting on an imaginary table. I didn't know his name. But I knew his sensation & I decided that was enough. The first encounter always begins with the end. A memory that I play back in reverse. I loved his hands. They were knew to me. It's been said that the eyes are the window to the soul. But hands, can touch you. This was the small beginning of my life expectancy. Everything else that preceded, was just prebirth. How do we know when we have arrived? How do you fit the scope of the possibility in a moment? When and where and how does it all take place? My consciousness defies geography. I've made time my home. This is where I keep everything. This is where my wings will grow old, and this is where our first house was built. This is where your first son contracted leukemia. & see that window over there? That's where my eyes flew when I found out you were leaving. & right over here, is my special place. It's the kitchen. A tree once grew here. & that counter top over there, is where you made me into a geisha. At the corner I see Yoshimoto's ghost. We smile at each other, like two pair of Doves, that have traveled the world. At the end of the journey I always find myself here. Sitting on a chair with an imaginary pear lying on the table. You smile to me like it's just the beginning. |
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This is mostly a remix of Dr Gory's Alice Versus The JabberWocky. This is really dark/ twisted/ maybe a bit disturbing. I'd like to think of it as art.
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This is lyrics I wrote a while back. I can't really make music. So the words just stayed inside my notebook. I'll just post this here.
I am not a frail girl |
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I'm trying to make a brief compilation of records of the different mediums we have here to contribute to the Regularity #9 collab, to be used as a resource for Sundance, or however way you see fit. Seems to me like we now have all sorts of remixes for various art forms but none yet for spoken word. So here it is.
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PS- for some reason I can't cite ManWithHat's text record The End Is Coming Today. It doesn't show up when I try to resource it.
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PS- for some reason I can't cite ManWithHat's text record The End Is Coming Today. It doesn't show up when I try to resource it.
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In this void we awake no longer needing silence no longer needing words you are you i am me sensation of being nothing but us. Days passed and the knife stays, in the kitchen. The neighbors get another cat; Clothes pile up in the laundry room, threatening to become a mountain. & This is everyday life as it should be; like the broken images of a star left entertaining on the screen, hours after our thoughts have tuned out. Precisely, nothing to do with us. We are here unannounced. A pair of shadows that have sprouted wings; traveling without light. Uncovered, like a sweeping curtain. Even sound cannot reach us. It stays unhummed, in the backseat of a moving car. The breakfast plates remain untouched; The sun a luminescent object that shields the sky. Its shadow looming on the pavement Awaiting nothing but the languid, motionless, ceremony of sleeping. We are here in our skin. We cannot dream. We are tied to a pause that is swaying, in the middle of the ocean. A pair of eyes, in search of no retrieving land Just as it should be. we choose nothing but us. |
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This is my frist remix of the three records that inspire me: RE:I was here by thetokenkiwi, Tori's Shadow dancers & last but not least, alliecat by murphysunshine. By the way, I hope thetokenkiwi, releases the text to his reading.
Again by heart,
mushr
Again by heart,
mushr
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It occurred to me that we haven’t had a party in long time. So I would like to throw us all a popcorn party, just for the fun of it. But this would not be just any ordinary popcorn party. This will be a huge pop corn party. The kernels we will use once grown into a full grown popcorn will be the size of a baby bear’s head. Each family band member will get one popcorn each. Because if you’re eating popcorn the size of a baby bear’s head; one is plenty! We will have all the usual flavors: shoe flavored-popcorn, mouse-ear-butterscotch, burnt toast-flavored popcorn. The ones the would go fast are everyone’s favorites. Shooting star flavored- popcorns, laughter is the best medicine coated caramel-popcorns, and oh…the now you’ve found your one true loves, are good too! While some of us are eating, some will be supplying music; & some will be confused and strum on their popcorns like they’re instruments. So we’d all end up listening to popcorn music and start whistling and dancin’. Some will discover dreams halfway through eating their alligator-flavored popcorn. He or she will leave the party early & hitch a ride with a stranger in search of lighting. This alligator-flavored popcorn eater will travel through dark terrains that never sees the sunny side of the rainbow; only its dark shadow. But in the end, he or she will be famous for catching their dreams in a fish net along with a tiny trout that is always smiling. Then, he or she will build a small wooden house with the best view of the lake and practice watermelon flute all day- their favorite family band’s instrument. This stray family band member will happily reside in this house forever; & be remembered as the one and only family band member who left the party early in search of their dreams. He or she will have a giant popcorn named after him or her, and will be commemorated each year in this town with a name that only ends in -ville. During the party there are those who will remember that they knew each other from way back when. Even though, they actually have never met. They will hug each other like old friends. There are those who’d try to leave early; once they’ve realized that they are eating tear-flavored popcorns. This will make them feel very sad. But these are the lucky ones. Since they will get all the extra hugs. So even though they want to cry; they would stay in the party just for those wonderful hugs. Don’t ask me how I know. But I have this strange feeling that RichieMillennium will get the car washed flavored- popcorn. This will make him smile a lot. Because those are his favorite. And you know the best part? We’d all be wearing matching top hats and vests! And we’d all be throwing each other stories, like dimes & nickles in a wishing fountain. Each piece of a story one tells becomes another person's story. This way, nobody ever runs out of stories. And just before everyone finishes their popcorn; they will realize, that now they are truly a part of a family. Since, when have you ever heard of someone throwing another someone a family band big popcorn party? & this crazy feeling of family band togetherness will remain with each person, long after their popcorn is gone. After all, it's not everyday that somebody throws you the world’s most fantastic popcorn party. |
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