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  • tuiekun

    Dazai Nuviar como amo <3

    19 Nov 2014 Rispondi
  • AndreTosatti

    esses desenhos são seus?

    26 Ott 2014 Rispondi
  • waIcott

    Vou comentar o mesmo que o rapaz aí embaixo, muito bacana o que você escreveu, tá certíssimo rapaz. Os mais autos (ha!) elogios à sua biblioteca, ao seu vinho e à sua cerveja. Que o pelo dos seus pés jamais caia!

    20 Ago 2014 Rispondi
  • iuriraredu

    Digno o que você escreveu no shout do Chico Buarque!

    13 Ago 2014 Rispondi
  • illninoese

    Your shout on the Opeth page brought me here and I have not been disappointed. Awesome charts my friend! That was the best comment I read. \\m/ \\m/

    17 Lug 2014 Rispondi
  • bieljuca

    Hahahaha, isso me lembrou o lançamento da single do Storm Corrosion, olha, o andamento não é tão progg/jazz fusion quanto a The Devil's Orchard e a produção/gravação é bem semelhante a do Heritage, a música é bem centrada ao Heavy/hard anos 80, não dá pra opinar muito sobre como vai ser a sonoridade do álbum ainda e pelo que li a Cusp of Eternity é a mais fraca.

    28 Mag 2014 Rispondi
  • MelonMan1981

    Hey, delayed in August indeed, but promos were sent before that decision. Weird situation :)

    9 Mag 2014 Rispondi
  • AquilaTeofilo

    Quero ouvir umas músicas tuas, rapaz.

    12 Feb 2014 Rispondi
  • rafaelwho

    Hello, passing here to wish you a happy Christmas and a prosperous new year to you and everyone around you! Much peace and health, that victories are achieved in the new year about to begin and continue with the good music! Happy Holidays!

    24 Dic 2013 Rispondi
  • Felgenbaby

    Hi, Greetings from Germany

    9 Set 2013 Rispondi
  • tales_votu

    hey ma \o

    24 Apr 2013 Rispondi
  • GiaNXGX

    awesome! I'll check out those recs. I think my favorite Samba album is Maria Bethânia's Recital na Boite Barroco, amazing music. *sent* btw, tell me what you think!

    11 Apr 2013 Rispondi
  • GiaNXGX

    Thanks dude! I've been meaning to check him out for a while but didn't know where to start, now I do. Samba recs would be welcome too, that Satanic Samba Trio was pretty good ~~hmmm, btw do you have an email? I recently recorded this free improv/noise/jawa gamelan, think you would like it ||

    5 Apr 2013 Rispondi
  • Steher72

    Happy easter ;-)

    31 Mar 2013 Rispondi
  • GiaNXGX

    That's a sigil I made up for a tumblr, it represents abstraction. By the way, are you a fan of Villalobos?

    30 Mar 2013 Rispondi
  • GiaNXGX

    That's cool, keeping a journal of your musical improvements and failures (as they count too). That's excellent actually and serves as a reference point whenever you are focusing on composing on an specific vein you've indulged previously. You're not the only one!! Though I prefer recording memos with my iphone and cataloguing them based on style rather than publishing them on youtube, but oh well, I don't have 20 exclusive fans to feed haha. As for the improvs, some were decent while others meandered without enough substance to carry themselves for so long, lacking in fundament, but they were nevertheless interesting. I also enjoyed your usage of musiqué-concreté, it added an even more abstract feel to certain tracks.My favorite piece was most definitely Dimmish Morning, and the video was lovely, reminded me of some dadaist cinema even; everything was really warm in a sluggish, apathetic way. Good stuff Andras keep it up!

    30 Mar 2013 Rispondi
  • GiaNXGX

    I listened to all your improvs nigga sorry for the late responce; birthday,physics, love, .

    27 Mar 2013 Rispondi
  • GiaNXGX

    oka; Noisy shit with droning swag: わたしだけ?, 30 min sexual intercourse with ethereal shoegazing bitches: ここ koko, avant-folk nightmarish miasma of folkish improvisations: 慈, abstract monotonal noise rock: I Said, This Is the Son of Nihilism. Haino's tribute to Fahey (kinda , kinda.. maybe Bailey), 光闇打ち溶け合いしこの響き, blues that own, Black Blues [acoustic version] / [electric version]. Tried my best with the descriptions!!

    17 Feb 2013 Rispondi
  • GiaNXGX

    Haino is a genius in a godlike-crazy kind of way. He's a very spontaneous player/singer/shaman(hehe) indeed and takes influence from several interesting composers, some of them particularly peculiar. If you want to I can suggest which albums to get first as his discography is plainly immense. Keiji is one of the forebearers of Japanese noise (cool tag; Japanoise) and, as a result, has various records that are pretty much improvised noise as well as collaborations with noise musicians--sooooo---Just let me know if you're heading for noise, free-improvisation, avant-folk, or all (and more) at once!

    17 Feb 2013 Rispondi
  • GiaNXGX

    Gotcha, did you liked the album? [:

    17 Feb 2013 Rispondi
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I've done absolutely nothing in my whole life except for observing myself doing many things. My thoughts are improvisations. A spontaneous flash of fantastic lucidity, that quickly eases back into pathological normality. Normality which gives to the poor ones the internal assuredness of that they remain poor. Remain normal! I write this because until yesterday I used to think that the popular ones were the rich, but no. The fellow who appears always rounded by poor people is the poorest of them all. The biggest of the disputes is the one which nobody speaks of, however many secretly, or even unconsciously, would make anything for a terrible performance. I observe from a distance, while becoming aware of myself. I write down on a note every single thing I perceive on me, but I forget it. Therefore, I need to write it again, and again… that takes away a good slice of my day, the dementia of normality manifesting itself. Good moments are going to be the moments of hallucination, certainly the most lucid and sincere ones, in which I'll wake up from this false physical reality and live in the real reality, that combines the physical world with the personal one. Everything is out there, ready to be interpreted on the most diverse and rich forms. But still, I don't do it. Why? I don't know. But, what about other people? Well, I'm not even sure if they exist. Honestly, I'm pretty sure many of them do not exist. Not even a bit. They spend their entire lives searching for a way to adequate perfectly on the role of a figurant: acting all the same, speaking about the same futile subjects. I'm sorry for my arrogance, but I'm friend of the protagonists. Protagonists not from social circles, but from a reflexive and creative play, from the construction of the identity of each.

Avoiding the gist, ably dodging nostalgia, to give life in a bleak day to the old and patient imminence of a mandatory realization. The one which pretends to be present since long ago, but is always hidden in the form of a suggestion, indifferently underestimating its own importance, just like an immaterial, enormous, wealthy treasure disguised as a huge futility worthy of eternal procrastination. Luckily, it is naive and doesn't convince anyone. Everything it asks for is one single day of intense sensorial stimulus: curing blindness with closed eyes, getting rid of deafness underwater, and exercising the habit of muteness when the speech lacks that stuttering emotional exaltation to be transmitted… this day should be today, after all, if it is not, it certainly won't be tomorrow.

"I wander through the battlefield
A torn and weary soldier
And with every casualty
I’m just one more day older
I remember Denise
And I think maybe I told her
Of an unsolved equation
In the papers of my folder

And I search for myself
Maybe you can help me
Find myself and teach me my own mind

She didn’t stop to answer me
She said that she must leave me
Maybe she heard me
But just could not believe me
Then I met her image
And I thought that she’d relieve me
But as soon as I had spoken
I knew that she’d deceive me

And I search for myself
Maybe you can help me
Find myself and teach me my own mind

I found a path and followed it
To where I do not know
I thought that in the chapel ground
Maybe my fruits would grow
A preacher said he’d help me
To learn all there was to know
But he was feeding from his Bible
And stopped thinking long ago

And I search for myself
Maybe you can help me
Find myself and teach me my own mind

I’ve heard wise men talking
Of how to play the game
They proclaim the source of life
But die off just the same
And those who they supported
Are crippled now and lame
And limp away to hide within
The shadows of their shame

And I search for myself
Maybe you can help me
Find myself and teach me my own mind"

from Tudor Lodge's "Help Me Find Myself"

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