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Gil Scott-Heron words that turn you round

Always have loved the work. Glad to see that he has been able to produce something new. Just getting acquainted with his new album.

More about his life and career.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gil_Scott-Heron

Album website.
http://gilscottheron.net

from his website :

Gil Scott-Heron (born April 1, 1949) is an American poet, musician, and author known primarily for his late 1960s and early 1970s work as a spoken word soul performer and his collaborative work with musician Brian Jackson. His collaborative efforts with Jackson featured a musical fusion of jazz, blues and soul music, as well as lyrical content concerning social and political issues of the time, delivered in both rapping and melismatic vocal styles by Scott-Heron. The music of these albums, most notably Pieces of a Man and Winter in America in the early 1970s, influenced and helped engender later African-American music genres such as hip hop and neo soul. Scott-Heron’s recording work is often associated with black militant activism and has received much critical acclaim for one of his most well-known compositions “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised”. On his influence, Allmusic wrote “Scott-Heron’s unique proto-rap style influenced a generation of hip-hop artists”.

Marvin Gaye : What’s Going On…

Remembering many a party listening to this. Dancing all night long until the steam rose from our heads. What a time, what a song, what a voice.

Coffee styles, robotic java

It seems as though we are seeking slower ways to enjoy ourselves. Most of this is illustrated in the rituals around food that have come to pass, a need to find slow food.

Just when I thought that espresso style coffees had completely taken over the planet — I found the movement for pour over coffee. I know this better as Melitta style… or drip coffee.

This is a Japanese video of the process.

music today : patti smith, because the night

Patti Smith makes art in whatever way she can. I wanna sing like Patti Smith. I wanna be like Patti Smith, sorta.

ringtones : a holiday carol

Experience Mobile Mobile from James Théophane Jnr on Vimeo.

Yes the phones were programmed with timed ringtones. Nice video. Nice installation.

fun theory

I really don’t have much more to say than this was fun. I want one in my neighborhood.

Roy Orbison and kd lang : crying

No words. Just Roy’s.

cyndi lauper sings joni mitchell

Stumbled upon this on YouTube. Joni Mitchell’s version of this song is seared into my memory. Yet this version has touched me and now I have embraced it’s slow deliberateness. Enjoy.

music today : I want you back

Nice cover eh?

Really enjoyed this one.

society reorganized

” We are not living through an economic recession, but a reorganisation of our society.”

I believe this quote is true what about you?

One after 909

In honor of 09.09.09, The Beatles remastered, and the Apple event today. Enjoy.

Gotta love this still crazy after all these years. (oops Paul Simon got in here somehow.)

A little Beatles memory 1968

Sometimes it’s just fun to remember what we all were thinking. Enjoy.

Thunder Road

The screen door slams
Mary’s dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that’s me and I want you only
Don’t turn me home again
I just can’t face myself alone again
Don’t run back inside
darling you know just what I’m here for
So you’re scared and you’re thinking
That maybe we ain’t that young anymore
Show a little faith, there’s magic in the night
You ain’t a beauty, but hey you’re alright
Oh and that’s alright with me

You can hide ‘neath your covers
And study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well now I’m no hero
That’s understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl
Is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow back your hair
Well the night’s busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back
Heaven’s waiting on down the tracks
Oh oh come take my hand
Riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road
oh Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it’s late we can make it if we run
Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold
Thunder Road

Well I got this guitar
And I learned how to make it talk
And my car’s out back
If you’re ready to take that long walk
>From your front porch to my front seat
The door’s open but the ride it ain’t free
And I know you’re lonely
For words that I ain’t spoken
But tonight we’ll be free
All the promises’ll be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets

They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they’re gone
On the wind, so Mary climb in
It’s a town full of losers
And I’m pulling out of here to win.

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