gangster time

I sensed some conspiracy in the air today. Or perhaps I just was in some state of delirium seeing sun where there were grey clouds only. Gangster time. That's what it is.



Why must you record my phone calls? (...)
can't interrupt while I'm talking
or they'll confiscate all your guitars
and catch 22 says if I sing the truth
they won't make me an overnight star

this is parade

Please meet the director of the video Carolina Melis.

when I see paintings...

When I hear music I see images and when I see paintings I hear music. Anna Calvi.



Olin aina uskonut, että merihätä oli joku kaukaisten, parempien ihmisten huoli. Nyt se tuli minun kohdalleni enkä osannut tarttua siihen yhtä väkevästi kuin se näytti tarttuneen minuun. Vaikka märssykori olikin lempisanani, en ollut sellaiseen koskaan kiivennyt.  Hannu Väisänen, Toiset kengät

indian summer

Indian summer might have actually been the case today. The warmth of the day was not the one of  the autumn season. Thanks to good people around. Spirit uplifted. Treasures found. Read more about the the Canon Blue project here and enjoy again the artwork by Hvass and Hannibal.

consider this a sign
I am alone in a long, long line
and even if you could feel alright
there's a reason you never could seize it
(...)
I won't make you anymore tired
I don't have the heart to say that
no, you won't ever reach me
it's always like before
I'm trying hard not to try so hard

balancê

Getting Sunday balance with Sara Tavares. Bom dia. Bom feeling.



somos livres para celebrar
somos livres para nos libertar
como crianças brincando
crianças sorrindo
crianças sendo crianças...

morning lights

Quieting the echoes of the day. Waiting for morning lights to come.



I stand in the day for my feeling to rise
all my life
but you never be in love
but you never be in love
no lies in wait

a good (night) song from Poor Moon

into blessed nothingness

Dizzy with light, we dipped into that enormous book of holidays, its pages blazing with sunshine and scented with the sweet melting pulp of golden pears. Bruno Schulz


Please meet the director of the video Maxime Loisel. Montag's Phares is out now.

Tak wędrowaliśmy z matką przez dwie słoneczne strony rynku, wodząc nasze załamane cienie po wszystkich domach, jak po klawiszach. Kwadraty bruku mijały powoli pod naszymi miękkimi i plaskimi krokami - jedne bladoróżowe, jak skóra ludzka, inne złote i sine, wszystkie płaskie, ciepłe, aksamitne na słońcu, jak jakieś twarze słoneczne, zadeptane stopami aż do niepoznaki, do błogiej nicości. Bruno Schulz, August

Thus my mother and I ambled along the two sunny sides of Market Square, guiding our broken shadows along the houses as over a keyboard. Under our soft steps the squares of the paving stones slowly filed past - some the pale pink of human skin, some golden, some blue-grey, all flat, warm and velvety in the sun, like sun-dials, trodden to the point of obliteration, into blessed nothingness. (for the translation of the whole chapter click here)

autumn apples

First apples of the autumn season have just turned into a delicious jam to be shared with those kind souls that are around. Autumn? So soon? I dream of white, white pavements and skies. Scorching white. Insane. Insanely beautiful. Efterklang's Apples. Shared. Cold? No. Geometrical. Spacious. Endless.

Please meet the authors of the artwork Hvass & Hannibal.





the more you take to yourself
the more you're taking away

blue Monday

This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.
William Butler Yeats



That crazed girl improvising her music. 
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.

No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea.'  William Butler Yeats, A crazed girl

take a little walk

This weekend was all about making impossible possible. Dancing tango to Nick Cave? You name it, you have it! It's all about walking anyway. And good people. What a thrill!



take a little walk to the edge of town go across the tracks
where the viaduct looms like a bird of doom as it shifts and cracks

keeping things fresh

A glimpse into Marcus Miller's working with his band: If the rehearsal starts to sound too good, I stop it 'cause I'd rather discover that it's good on the stage in front of people.



There is a few types of music that I love, I grew up with and I speak as a primary language: funk and what people call jazz.