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Something quirky and original, from Ólöf Arnalds. Speaking of quirky, Björk’s voice is in there, too. There must be something wonderful in that volcanic water of Iceland.

One more iamamiwhoami video released. Any doubts about Jonna Lee being behind it?

Fell in love with this song from Irya’s Playground, a Swedish band. Got to love Irya Gmeyners’ (the vocalist) voice.

Today, someone mentioned to me that no one sings Love as well as the French, while citing Serge Gainsbourg with his muse, Jane Birkin, as an example. I nodded, approvingly, spotting the delicious irony of Jane Birkin being, in fact, British. She still sings Love beautifully, though.

Artist Céleste Boursier-Mougenot devotes himself to transforming the visual world into sound. Underneath you can see an example of precisely that. To tell you the truth, if I didn’t know any better I would believe Frank Zappa had reincarnated as a bird.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=89Kz8Nxb-Bg

A take of recent dabbling with audio synthesis using my music workstation. A very linear and somehow naive piece, no doubt, yet good as anything else as far as exercises go. The most original part is the use of some audio samples from TV, which can be heard in the background, but only after processing them almost beyond recognition. Can’t take the raw stuff, anyway.

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Today, walked out of bed proud like a giant. Then, in one of those life’s little twists, something seemingly inconspicuous made feelings long thought dead and buried boil to the surface. And how small I started feeling.

Sometimes, but just sometimes, we yearn for that special pill.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c1xI4JKcWiM

A little celebration with a favorite Peter Gabriel song, Solsbury Hill. A commemoration of high-spiritedness, in this joyful day of mine where the last remaining shackles of a previous life were broken, and a personal vow honored, all in one. A salute to open fields, multiple paths, and immense possibilities.

One of my favorite Jazz tracks, from The Dave Brubeck Quartet. This particular piece is from 1964, and it is the last song of the Jazz Impressions of Japan LP.  Woke up with it in my head, and I’m hopeful it will serve me well during the day.