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Bandcamp Hunter: Thank you and good night from Bandcamp Hunter.
Listen to this song while you read this, if you like.
Bandcamp Hunter began way back in the Melbourne spring…
“To close I urge you to keep supporting the music you love. The world of music has changed completely over the last few years, I believe for the absolute better. The state of music is in the hands of you, the fan, and this is a very, very good thing.”
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e.e. cummings, Book un-dedication to the 14 publishers who rejected him, artfully arranged as a concrete poem in the form of a funeral urn. +
(Source: irisblasi, via myimaginarybrooklyn)
Elvis permitted closeness. He permitted you to go as close as three feet from his face and he wouldn’t act any different than if you were twenty feet away. He was able to focus so much on what he was doing. — Alfred Wertheimer.
Recording session at RCA’s Studio One in New York, July 2, 1956.
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(Source: lawoflifedark, via zeigarnik)
An eminent philosopher among my friends, who can dignify even your ugly furniture by lifting it into the serene light of science, has shown me this pregnant little fact. Your pier-glass or extensive surface of polished steel made to be rubbed by a housemaid, will be minutely and multitudinously scratched in all directions; but place now against it a lighted candle as a centre of illumination, and lo! the scratches will seem to arrange themselves in a fine series of concentric circles round that little sun. It is demonstrable that the scratches are going everywhere impartially, and it is only your candle which produces the flattering illusion of a concentric arrangement, its light falling with an exclusive optical selection. These things are a parable. The scratches are events, and the candle is the egoism of any person…
if my children are lions
let me be the tall grass
if they are horses
better the shade tree
than a groom or rider
if they are fish
in the open sea
I will not be the net
that brings them home
—Edwin Kaye, “Not the Hunter”
Art Credit Bill Henson, Paris Opera Project 1990/91
