30.10.10
28.10.10
halloween...
Us ntrprnrs are looking on a big halloween production up in the midlands this weekend. Looking forward to it...fully stocked up and raring to go... should be a good turn out for it as well.
See what occurs.
piece!
3.
27.10.10
WOMEN.
Erwin Olaf.
CLICK FOR YOUTH POTION:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/THIS-IS-SO-CONTEMPORARY/89359248691
DP.
26.10.10
25.10.10
Who is the rabbit?
Ryohei Hase.
Join us for sexy games:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/THIS-IS-SO-CONTEMPORARY/89359248691
DP.
24.10.10
And next up...
..We have the awe inspiring, nerve tingling, life affirming, Snow Patrol.
Enjoy!
With Love,
P
Enjoy!
With Love,
P
Ladies and Gentlemen...
I'm proud to be able to introduce you to.......The Staunton Lick.
Enjoy!
With Love,
P
Enjoy!
With Love,
P
23.10.10
Uk hip hop Shergold-small town theory. Graffiti music video.
feelin' the production on this track. The last glow the writers puts up ruins the piece for me.
Please..
..if theres one thing you find out about this week, make this it. It might inspire you!
thedolectures.co.uk
thedolectures.co.uk
22.10.10
21.10.10
DON'T MISS IT!
I've just uploaded my interview to Edwin Ushiro.
Go, check it out!
http://walkingthroughart.blogspot.com/
DP.
Go, check it out!
http://walkingthroughart.blogspot.com/
Preview of Edwin Solo Show at Project Gallery. 2008.
DP.
Ronnie Foster - Mystic Brew
This is the song A Tribe Called Quest sampled for 'Electric Relaxation'..and man it's good. Enjoy.
Peace
Cappo - Prevail
His album, 'Spaz The World' is a stroke of genius. It's quite old now, but get it anyway.
Peace
Reductionists Reduce
“It would be possible to describe everything scientifically, but it would make no sense; it would be without meaning, as if you described a Beethoven symphony as a variation of wave pressure.”
Albert Einstein
Dont reduce things.
Hurling Mockingbars at Crowbirds
If we were created in God’s image,then when God was a child he smushed fire ants with his finger tips and avoided tough questions.
There are ways around being the go-to person,even for ourselves. Even when the answer is clear like the holy water Gentiles drank before they realized Forgiveness is the release of all hope for a better past.
I thought those were chime shells in your pocket, so I chucked a quarter at it, hoping to hear some part of you respond on a high note.You acted like I was hurling crowbirds at mockingbars and abandoned me for not making sense. Evidently, I don’t experience things as rationally as you do.
For example, I know mercy.
You understand the power of God’s mercy whenever someone shoves a stick of morphine straight up into your heart. It felt amazing the days you were happy to see me...
So I smashed a beehive against the ocean to try and make our splash last longer. Remember all the honey? Had me lookin’ like a jellyfish ape but you walked off the water in a porcupine of light, strands of golddrizzling out to the tips of your wasps.
This is an apology letter to the both of us for how long it took me to let things go.
It was not my intention to make such a production of the emptiness between us, playing tuba on the tombstone of a soprano to try and keep some dead singer’s perspective alive. It’s just that I coulda swore you sung me a love song back there...and that you meant it!
but I guess sometimes people just chew with their mouth open.
So I ate ear plugs alive with my throat hoping they’d get lodged deep enough inside the empty spots that I wouldn’t have to hear you leaving. So I wouldn’t have to listen to my heart keep saying all my eggs were in a basket of red flags, all my eyes to a bucket of blindfolds in the cupboard with the muzzles and the gauze. You know, I didn’t mean to speed so far out and off trying to drive all your nickels to the well when you were happy to let them wishes drop.
I still show up for gentleman practice, in the company of lead dancers. Hoping their grace will get stuck in my shoes.Is that a handsome shadow on my breath, sweet woman? or is it a cattle callin a school of fish? Still dance with me...less like a waltz for panic, more for the way we’d hoped to swing. The night we took off everything and we were swingin’ for the fences.
Don’t hold it against my love, you know I wanna breath deeper than this. You know I didn’t mean to look so serious, didn’t mean to act like a filthy floor. I didn’t mean to turn us both into a cutting board but there were knives stuck in the words where I came from. Too much time in the back of my words.I pulled knives from my back and my words.I cut trombones from the moment you slipped away.
and I know it left me lookin’ like a knife fight, lady yeah you know it left me feelin’ like a shotgun shell.You know I know I mighta gone and lost my breath but I wanna show ya how I found my breath to death.
It was buried under all the wind instruments. Hidden in your castanets. Goddamn it, if ya ever wanna know how it felt when you lefty. If you ever wanna come inside, just knock on the spot where I finally pressed stop..playing musical chairs with your exit signs. Forgiveness is for anyone who needs a safe passage through my mind. I’m gonna cause you a miracle when you see the way I kept God’s image alive.
If I was really created in God’s image then when God was a boy, he wanted to grow up to be a man (a good man) and when God was a man, a good man he started telling the truth in order to get honest responses.
"Hurling mockingbars at crowbirds" by Buddy Wakefield
There are ways around being the go-to person,even for ourselves. Even when the answer is clear like the holy water Gentiles drank before they realized Forgiveness is the release of all hope for a better past.
I thought those were chime shells in your pocket, so I chucked a quarter at it, hoping to hear some part of you respond on a high note.You acted like I was hurling crowbirds at mockingbars and abandoned me for not making sense. Evidently, I don’t experience things as rationally as you do.
For example, I know mercy.
You understand the power of God’s mercy whenever someone shoves a stick of morphine straight up into your heart. It felt amazing the days you were happy to see me...
So I smashed a beehive against the ocean to try and make our splash last longer. Remember all the honey? Had me lookin’ like a jellyfish ape but you walked off the water in a porcupine of light, strands of golddrizzling out to the tips of your wasps.
This is an apology letter to the both of us for how long it took me to let things go.
It was not my intention to make such a production of the emptiness between us, playing tuba on the tombstone of a soprano to try and keep some dead singer’s perspective alive. It’s just that I coulda swore you sung me a love song back there...and that you meant it!
but I guess sometimes people just chew with their mouth open.
So I ate ear plugs alive with my throat hoping they’d get lodged deep enough inside the empty spots that I wouldn’t have to hear you leaving. So I wouldn’t have to listen to my heart keep saying all my eggs were in a basket of red flags, all my eyes to a bucket of blindfolds in the cupboard with the muzzles and the gauze. You know, I didn’t mean to speed so far out and off trying to drive all your nickels to the well when you were happy to let them wishes drop.
I still show up for gentleman practice, in the company of lead dancers. Hoping their grace will get stuck in my shoes.Is that a handsome shadow on my breath, sweet woman? or is it a cattle callin a school of fish? Still dance with me...less like a waltz for panic, more for the way we’d hoped to swing. The night we took off everything and we were swingin’ for the fences.
Don’t hold it against my love, you know I wanna breath deeper than this. You know I didn’t mean to look so serious, didn’t mean to act like a filthy floor. I didn’t mean to turn us both into a cutting board but there were knives stuck in the words where I came from. Too much time in the back of my words.I pulled knives from my back and my words.I cut trombones from the moment you slipped away.
and I know it left me lookin’ like a knife fight, lady yeah you know it left me feelin’ like a shotgun shell.You know I know I mighta gone and lost my breath but I wanna show ya how I found my breath to death.
It was buried under all the wind instruments. Hidden in your castanets. Goddamn it, if ya ever wanna know how it felt when you lefty. If you ever wanna come inside, just knock on the spot where I finally pressed stop..playing musical chairs with your exit signs. Forgiveness is for anyone who needs a safe passage through my mind. I’m gonna cause you a miracle when you see the way I kept God’s image alive.
If I was really created in God’s image then when God was a boy, he wanted to grow up to be a man (a good man) and when God was a man, a good man he started telling the truth in order to get honest responses.
"Hurling mockingbars at crowbirds" by Buddy Wakefield
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