Showing posts with label violin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label violin. Show all posts

Sunday, 7 September 2014

our love

Caribou teaming up with Owen Pallet. Canadian at its best. Dream. Love. Dream.



The artwork is by Jason Evans / Matthew Cooper.

Wednesday, 9 January 2013

biking to Palios

“I have an old-fashioned idea about music videos—I think the videos should relate to the music. Some videos seem as if you could swap out the music and no one would be the wiser, but I didn’t want that to be the case with Ryan and Mira’s video. I wanted to make something that was a specific expression of their music. It was a bit tricky, inasmuch as their music is instrumental. So what’s it about, really? How to visually express it? Firstly, I knew they’d taken this trip to Greece together, and guessed it must have been an important trip, because hell, Ryan named the album after it: ‘Road to Palios.’ So it seemed like an obvious choice to make the video some kind of journey to idyllic Palios, probably starting from the urban hell-scape of Portland, Oregon (where he lives).” Matt Kresling, director



Road To Palios by Ryan Francesconi and Mirabai Peart is out now via Bella Union.

Saturday, 15 September 2012

some people like their oysters raw

It was a typical wet and windy London Winter's day made for staying indoors but Darius and Oshan, with Matt and Joe, were eager to busk for the crowds at Columbia Road Flower Market. Escaping the rain, after some cheeky negotiating with the owner, the guys performed in a tiny nook of a market stall Oyster Bar for customers and passers by. Read more on the The Turbans' session here



Some people like their oysters raw; and for them your job is easiest, for you have merely to pick out a dozen natives from the barrel, swill the brine from them, and place them, with a piece of parsley or cress, upon a plate. But for those who took their oysters stewed, or fried - or baked, or scalloped, or put in a pie - my labours were more delicate. Then I must open each oyster, and beard it, and transfer it to Mother's cooking-pot with all of its savoury flesh intact, and none of its liquor spilled or tainted. Sarah Waters, Tipping the Velvet