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i went to Cyprus for a week, first holiday since we finished the album, my uncle took me around the north to where our family was from until the Turkish invasion in 1974. To look out at the same breathtaking views my grandparents, greatgrandparents and all the others in my dna looked at was pretty overwhelming. the house there is where my grandmother was born and lived.
some pictures from the recording of our album 'something bright and scary' December 2012 at Sam Thredder's Cro's Nest studio.
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"In life, what can you ask for but to be real; to fulfill your potential instead of wasting energy on actualizing your dissipating image, which is not real and means expending your vital energy. We have great work ahead of us, and it requires devotion and much, much energy. To grow, to discover, we need involvement, which is something I experience every day, sometimes good, sometimes frustrating. No matter what, you must let your Inner Light guide you out of darkness"
Bruce Lee
albums and songs i was listening to a lot while we were writing our album.
march 2011
kate bush: hounds of love, the dreaming, never for ever, the kick inside, aerial, 50 words for snow
warren zevon's 'desporado's under the eeves', clint eastwood and merle haggard - bar room buddies,
october 2011
nirvana: from the muddy banks..., in utero
january 2012
bartok: romainian folk dances and a cd i got from amazon
spring 2012
van halen: 1 and 2, 1984, fair warning, women and children first
summer 2012
prince: purple rain, the gold experience, 1999, around the world in a day, also the song erotic city and songs from the first side of sign o' the times
smashing pumpkins: mellon collie and the infinite sadness
ben de la cour: ghost light
there were plenty of others but these are the ones i was most obsessed about and listening to on my mp3 player on the way to practice and in my room while our own album was coming together [-_-]
19.02.12
this is what todays hangover brings me... just keeps going on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on just trying to break out of itself put it out its misery and press stop
never gets old
Hermann Hesse
i dont know how to get this scanner to work, but i copied and pasted from somewhere on the internet. p419 from "The Glass Bead Game" ^_^ [-_-] ^-^
After Dipping Into the Summa Contra Gentiles To truth, it seems to us, life once was nearer, The world ordered, intelligences clearer, Wisdom and knoweldge were not yet divided, They lived far more serenely, many-sided, Those ancients of whom Plato, the Chinese, relate their incandescent verities. whenver we entered the temple of Aquinas, The graceful Summa contra Gentiles, A new world greeted us, sweet, mature, A world of truth clarified and pure. There all seemed lucid, Nature charged with Mind, Man moving from God to Him, as He designed. The Law, in one great formulary bound, Forming a whole, a still unbroken round. But we who belong to his posterity Seem condemned to doubt and irony, To journeys in the wilderness, to strife, Obsessions, and longings for a better life. But if our children's children undergo Such sufferings as ours, they will bestow Praise upon us as blessed and as wise. We will appear transfigured in their eyes, For out of our lives' harsh cacophonies They will hear only fading harmonies, The legends of an anguish often told, The echoes of contentions long grown cold. And those of us who trust ourselves the least, Who doubt and question most, these, it may be Will make their mark upon eternity, And youth will turn to them as to a feast. The time may come when a man who confessed His self-doubts will be ranked among the blessed Who never suffered anguish or knew fear, Whose times were times of glory and good cheer, Who lived like children, simple happy lives. For in us too is part of that Eternal Mind Which through the aeons calls to brothers of its kind: Both you and I will pass, but it survives.
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08.01.11
i woke up this morning with a crushing hangover that won't let me sleeeep. i had more fun recording this then you can actually hear. you need to hear this with headphones. it sounds like a bug stuck in my head. the volumes not so loud again. i saved it as Magister Ludi. The guy from the Glass Bead Game.