What's the Frequency, Kenneth?

Aug 27

quote I never considered for a minute that I had talent,” he wrote in 1994. ”What I did have was divine inspiration and an open subconscious.

— John Fahey, according to his NYT obit from 2001.
Aug 21

Three mellow guitar/drum loop demos I made in summer of 2010, probably original envisioned as songs for the Sheriffs of Nottingham. The fact that they’re still here without vocals tells you how that went.

Aug 20

You can watch the morbid “Fat Elvis” videos from the ‘77 tour, or you can just pretend he ascended to heaven shortly after this (incredibly uptempo) 1970 performance. I know which I prefer.

Aug 12

I went hungry in New York and Chicago was no better
But today, my dear mother wrote and told me in her letter
Son, come back to Memphis and live here with your Mama
You can walk down Beale Street, honey, wearing your pajamas
You know home folks here, we let do just what you want to
And I born you and raised you right here on the corner

Jul 31

Beale Street Sheiks, “Mr. Crump Don’t Like It,” 1927.

Jul 28

quote

"Back in the day, Walter would, every once in a while, forget how to draw. Remember?" Louise said.

“Oh yeah,” Walter agreed. “That still happens occasionally. It’s like, ‘Oh my god, nothing I’m drawing looks any good anymore. My life is over as an artist.’ And what I realized, because I was an editor at the time, and had seen a lot of work go past me, was that when you hit this phase where suddenly your stuff, which looks just like it did yesterday, doesn’t look good to you anymore, it’s because your mind has made a leap. Your brain has gotten farther than your hand has learned to do it yet. But eventually, give it a few weeks, keep it up and you’ve made a leap in your own craft. That was a big help because it was so depressing when you realize you couldn’t draw anymore.”

From an interview with Walt and Louise Simonson. (via twiststreet)

Exactly this. 

(via mckelvie)


Wow. Well, there’s one game-changing thought technology.

Damn.

(via merlin)

Jul 28
Jul 11
flashbulbmoment:

They are… like… a god to me.

flashbulbmoment:

They are… like… a god to me.

Jul 11

It has taken (literally) months of effort, but now there is a structure. Months of notes, months of abortive false starts, months of flailing around in mind mapping programs trying to force structure onto something wild, something that was running away from me almost as fast as I was catching up to it. Now there is work to do.

Jul 11

quote This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body… .

— Walt Whitman’s introduction to Leaves of Grass