Looking for the Magic

THE ARC OF A LOVE AFFAIR. RAINBOWS IN THE HIGH DESERT AIR.

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Arthur Russell

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Omega Day by Bill Fay, 1971

Inside a bar of a sleeping town There lay a sleeping man he wore a frown A stranger woke him he looked around Then he spoke I wrote it down

He said, “My climbing rope is broken, And I cannot stay awake Better fix it son no joking For the omega day is come”

I went over to the stranger’s side I began to speak but he read my mind He said, “You know me from long ago” Then he turned I watched him go

I said, “My climbing rope is broken, And I cannot stay awake Better fix it son no joking For the omega day is come”

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JT was on the cover of Time on March 1, 1971 — The New Rock: Bittersweet and Low

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Numbers

The sales numbers of Pitchfork’s top 50 albums. The ones with suspiciously round numbers are estimations based on when an album dropped out of the top 200 and the fact that it has to sell less than 300 copies in a week to do so. If you have verified numbers to fix any mistakes or omissions, send them along.

1. Bon Iver Bon Iver - 317,355

2. Destroyer Kaputt - 30,000

3. M83 Hurry Up, We’re Dreaming - 59,573

4. PJ Harvey Let England Shake - 62,000

5. Girls Father, Son, Holy Ghost - 30,000

6. Oneohtrix Point Never Replica - 3,800

7. Tune-Yards w h o k i l l - 40,386

8. Drake Take Care - 967,560

9. Real Estate Days - 20,700

10. The Weeknd House of Balloons N/A

11. St. Vincent Cruel Mercy - 44,334

12. James Blake James Blake - 47,372

13. EMA Past-Life Martyred Saints - 6,100

14. Shabazz Palaces Black Up - 14,767

15. Fleet Foxes Helplessness Blues - 277,541

16. Kurt Vile Smoke Ring for My Halo - 28,013

17. Clams Casino Instrumentals N/A

18. Atlas Sound Parallax - 12,411

19. Danny Brown XXX N/A

20. Nicolas Jaar Space is Only Noise N/A

21. Jay-Z/Kanye West Watch the Throne - 1,143,674

22. The Caretaker An Empty Bliss Beyond This World N/A

23. Bill Callahan Apocalypse - 9,900

24. Juliana Barwick The Magic Place - 1,000

25. Gang Gang Dance Eye Contact - 8,600

26. The Field Looping State of Mind - 4,900

27. Beyonce 4 - 971,264

28. Cut Copy Zonoscope 51,000

29. DJ Quik Book of David - 29,000 30. Tim Hecker Ravedeath, 1972 - 4,800

31. Ty Segall Goodbye Bread - 2,800

32. Panda Bear Tomboy - 46,000

33. Fucked Up David Comes to Life - 19,000 

34. Katy B On A Mission - 1,400

35. Frank Ocean Nostalgia, Ultra N/A

36. Kate Bush 50 Words for Snow - 27,199

37. Iceage New Brigade - 2,000 

38. Sandro Perri Impossible Spaces N/A

39. War on Drugs Slave Ambient - 14,283

40. Araabmusik Electronic Dream - 1,000

41. Liturgy Aesthetica N/A

42. SBTRKT SBTRKT - 12,346

43. Lykke Li Wounded Rhymes - 27,000

44. Colin Stetson New History Warfare Vol. 2: Judges N/A

45. Kendrick Lamar Section.80 - 27,460

46. Cults Cults - 25,000

47. Sepalcure Sepalcure N/A

48. Toro Y Moi Underneath the Pine - 15,000

49. Wild Flag Wild Flag - 27,349

50. Youth Lagoon Year of Hibernation - 13,282

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So proud to be working with Bear in Heaven. Their new LP I Love You, It's Cool is a beauty.

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am all fucked out. That goddamn woman has absolutely screwed me from one end of the room to the other for three goddam nights. I went back to the Ambassador this morning, and I said, "You know it's a great assignment, but I just can't go on." And the Ambassador said, "Roald, did you ever see the Charles Laughton movie of Henry VIII?" And I said "Yes." "Well," he said, "do you remember the scene with Henry going into the bedroom with Anne of Cleves, and he turns and says 'The things I've done for England'? Well, that's what you've got to do.

— Roald Dahl

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I cannot wait to see what Azealia Banks does in 2012. Her "212" is my favorite video of the year.

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Ingmar Bergman

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One of the greats, Dwight Yoakam.

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Killing Flies by Michael Dickman  I sit down for dinner with my dead brother again This is the last dream I ever want to have Passing the forks  around the table, passing  the knives There's nothing to worry about One thing I want to know is who's in the kitchen right now if it isn't me It isn't me The kitchen is full of flies, flies are doing all the work They light on the edge of the roasted chicken The bone china That's what they do Light * I will look  more and more like him until I'm older than he is Then he'll look more like me if I was  lost The flies need to be killed as soon as we're done eating this delicious meal they made They serve us anything we want  in toxic green tuxedos and  shit wings My brother and I wipe our mouths scrape our chairs back from the table and stand up These are the last things we'll do together: Eat dinner Kill flies * You have to lie down next to the bodies, shining  all in a row like black sequins stitching up  the kitchen floor It's hard to do but you have to do it Quietly lay down  and not sleep We were killing them with butcher knives but moved on to spatulas to save time and energy Sticking their eyes  onto our earlobes and wrists like Egyptian jewelry My brother and I work hard all night He is my emergency exit I am  his dinner date

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Kazuo Ohno

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Terry Jacks "Seasons in the Sun" (1973)

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Dr. Hook "Sylvia's Mother"

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Debbie Harry

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James Blagden's Doc Ellis and the No-No is one of the all-time best short films and easily the greatest sports story of all time.

Doc Ellis for President.

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I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

— Pablo Neruda

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