Currently Playing Sol Do Meio Dia By Egberto Gismonti see related

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Finally I have internet!!! Yayhhh!!! Here is a little someone whom I love very much and makes my days happier just be existing and being there for me for the last 2 years.

Isn't he the cutest?

Currently Playing Dark Side of the Moon By Pink Floyd see related

Is there anybody out there?

A song that I have really loved since I first heard it, somewhere around 1993-1994. Good old high school times!!

BREATHE

Pink Floyd


Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave but don't leave me
Look around, choose your own ground

/ Em - A - / / / /

Long you'll live and high you'll fly
Smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be

/ C - / Bm - / F - / G F /

Run, rabbit run
Dig that hole, forget the sun
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down it's time to dig another one

Long you'll live and high you'll fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave

[Breathe - Reprise]

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come in cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire

Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells

... / G FG F# - /

Now we're talking!!! What's happening to all those musicians out there that actually PLAY the instruments and have something to say with their music? I am tired of these pseudo-bands and pseudo-musicians/artists who can't play shit, are scared of making a minimum attempt at experimentation, repeat the same idiotic stereotyped lyrics, and have not the slightest clue about voice leading, instrumental writing, chord progressions, modulations, or any other fundamental principle of music making. All they have is their exceedingly polished public personas, their mean rich kid's attitude with the world, and the obsession the mass media has with them. "And as much as I try, I can't seem to describe. Like a most improbable dream" (hehe, if u know where this comes from, erm.. well, i don't know what... you're most probably one of the 'good ones'). I mean, everybody knows its fake, everybody knows they are not honest in their expressions, everybody knows its mass brainwash, but everybody goes for it. People actually fall for these clowns. People actually choose to live in a disfunctional society, in a soap opera world, in fear of change and knowledge, in a reality of short term solutions. No wonder its politicians who rule the fates of peoples and countries. We have really become comfortably numb...

Signing off,

JPdZ - Yacare

For Musicians only.hehe. letters home from composers:

LETTERS HOME:

From Arnold Schoenberg:

Dear ma & pa. How are you? I am fine. Love Arnold.

Arnold love, fine am I. you are how? pa & ma dear.

dlonrA evoL .enif ma I ?uoy era woH .ap & am reaD.

.read am & ap ?woh era uoy .I ma enif ,evol dlonrA

Love, Arnie

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From Philip Glass:

hello heh heh hello, o-hell o-hell oh ellow ellow heh heh heh hello

yam yam yam Eye yam yam Fie aye aye aye fuh fuh fuh fie un yun yun yun

are are yuh huh huh huh yuh you? oooh. oooooh.

Sincerely, Phil

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From Milton Babbitt:

Dear bi-polar source set, All members of the aggregate feelings

positive experiential axis. With affections invariant under transposition,

Milton.

From Anton Webern (c. 1913)

Hello. Hel. H.

I am I

From Pierre Boulez (c. 1952):

1x2x3

Schoenberg is dead.

John

Currently Playing Britten - War Requiem / Vishnievskaya ?? Pears ?? Fischer-Dieskau ?? LSO ?? Britten By Benjamin Britten, Peter Pears, Galina Vishnievskaya, Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau, Simon Preston, London Symphony Orchestra and Chorus see related

'An eye for an eye and the world will be left blind' -Mahatma Gandhi

It saddens me so much to see the things that happen in this world, sometimes I feel I won't be able to take it anymore. Maids tortured, civilians beheaded in religious wars, prisoners tortured, girls raped by their own father and family, just open any newpaper and pick your poison... How many centuries will it take? how many people must die and suffer?

Blowin' in the wind. By Bob Dylan

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, ’n’ how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, ’n’ how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they’re forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, ’n’ how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, ’n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it’s washed to the sea?
Yes, ’n’ how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, ’n’ how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn’t see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.