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Just something I thought you might like. I don’t know how much you would actually care for new wave, but this individual track I think is pretty good. and hey, it’s a back to the Future Montage. lol
A cat in a breastcoat?
Yes, you have to realize that there will be those days where you have to stop and realize that there is in fact a tall cat in a breastcoat standing behind you. Making pancakes.
I am that cat.
The outro for every show
Should be a pan-out of two cats sleeping in the noonday sun outside to peppy, high-tempo steel drum/ tropical music
Make it happen.
What if the dream is real and this world is the shadow?
I remember one day on the edge of the lake during a lunch-break, just me and big Mike. Late in the season, most of the leaves had fallen and it was very cool, but not freezing. There was no wind. No one on the lake. No one around to see but us, even though we could see far up and down the lake, and the other shore clearly. It was quiet and the sun shone pale through the thin, but complete cover of clouds. And I remember the pale sun and seemingly abandoned houses of the lake, and the smooth, still waters reminded me of old feelings.
It was a surreal feeling as we ate in silence. As though all living things had been removed from the world in preparation for it’s final end, and we we allowed to stay for just a little bit longer to witness a dying world’s last hours. Or we had been forgotten on an abandoned world altogether.
A sun that gave no warmth, roads with no people, a lake with no ripples, a sky with no wind. It is rare that we are given a silent day, and I do not know if others ever meet such a thing. It is as a reminder that this world is only an illusion, and will end. It is these silences that draw me closest to the realization that there are other worlds, and that when I leave this one I will see the others. GOD made this world temporary, and the book says it’s just a shadowy reflection of what is real.
Is it ironic that the things I see in my dreams hint at a reality more real than this one?
Tracks that brought this memory back to my mind:
Miori - Feisar https://youtu.be/N8-teOXYxHA
Miori - Vertice (the main re-inspiration, but I can find no link to this track)
things learned in the opening hours of 07/11/15
*Dodixie system local chat basically taught me that if you’re not making money scamming greedy people, you’re doing it wrong. Also don’t try acid because it is still bad.
*The last two episode of the Big O: What the ACTUAL Hell man??
*I am the man who grabs the sun, ridding to Valhalla.
Frank Zappa
so the guy who wrote 'Watch where the husky's go, and Don't eat the yellow snow' wrote a bunch of music. But he didn't use our musical language. He painted and sketched it. He recorded music how he SAW IT. The mixed media collages he created where the visual reprisentations of SONGS. Which at once seems totally valid, since that's exactly what our musical language does. the only difference is we transpose our music into a universalized set of symbols, and he used a system of shapes and colours that was his own.
conversation with mum, after watching a snippet on TV about a guy with tech that makes a pitch when it detects colour. different colour value, diferent tone. the guy is colourblind, but he's musically trained. It was called "The first time I heard Colour" it made me so happy.
A flash documentary on a man who can now hear colours, followed by a conversation about a man who painted down music. Life is so cool.
stardustmachine, my roommate/sister/person ordered a typewriter and left it's packaging in our dining room and I keep stepping on the bubble wrap and scaring the shit out of myself. *shakes fists*