Lacrimosa

Latin for 'weeping'

I've sent the frost and sun to wipe your yellow tears.
I've sent heavy steam disturbing your breath and bitting chill to make you understand how easy you can breathe during the other seasons.
I've sent you insanity to understand that life achievements are nothing if you don't know how to enjoy life failures.
I've sent you body illness to fill your psyche abyss.
You kept on crying and then I've sent you challenges that didn't leave you any time to shed a tear. I've been sending you gifts that you fought to accept. I've been sending you gifts that you thought were punishments.
I've sent you weeks of rain to flood your shallow soul. You kept on sobbing, surmising that at least you can hide your tears in the rain. Despite that you cried even more. People could not see you weeping. Rain washed your tears. You lost your daily attention.
I've sent you lonesomeness to understand that you are the best company for yourself.
I've sent you all this putting all my thoughts, prayers and heart into. Risking my kindness to be misinterpreted.

I don't want anything back except for you not to return into the misery you've escaped from. 

stop weeping. 

listen to me

7 years

As my evening ends with open books, four cups of coffee and Sundanese music I notice that my shoe is missing one lace.

Accidentally. Accidentally I stumbled upon the sounds of warm rain and thin bamboo boats, the sound of 7 years ago and 7 years in the future.

Having in mind folk tales and mystery and magic of a number 7, everything seems to be small pieces of a big picture. Big jigsaw puzzle. And now I am just putting the boring part together. Putting sky in the mountainous landscape picture. All that does not really matter but at the same time makes it complete.

Hopefully, that missing shoe lace will not make a huge difference in this picture.

B Aggressive B B Aggressive: Kenneth Cockwhore Mixtape

Yesterday's night left me bruised. I left other people bruised. Seems to be a fair trade situation or even so unfair that you can not do anything about it. Building my small smart plan very thoroughly. Here I have unfinished book of Haruki Murakami. Tonight The Wind-up Bird will be released for a night flight. Tomorrow, my searches will expand more. My aim is to distillate my mind, to distillate my emotions, to separate doubts and certitudes, to separate actions and distractions.

Yesterday's night was wonderful and I thank everybody connected to that night for it. Bruises at this point brings deliberate certainty about goals and aims. Certainty to act. This late evening I am listening Copenhagen based artist Kenneth Cockwhore mixtape called Afterhours Mixtape with it's sneaky, dark corners where tonight's nightmares are hiding. Deep and ease. Strip and tease. Finishing Haruki Murakami book, setting down the list of invisible goal groceries for tomorrow and going into sleep maze to get those nightmares out and leave 'em bruised up as well.

I am not giving up.

Whole Grain Lose Brain

Cornflakes and yoghurt with Einstein. 

Champagne instead of real pain. 

Valuable intellectual gain. Whimsical, giant crush on a spring. 

At the same time insane.

Whole grain bread and vein. Vein filled with rain.

Friend on a plane. Tomorrow. I already feel left alone. 

My lose brain that I draw on the paper. That I draw on intentionmodelofopportunityperception. Like a ball of yarn, like a small target. Listening the same song for a millionth time. I could listen even more. The reason why is not that a song is beautiful. Listening one melody keeps your thoughts flowing the same rhythm the same direction. Listening keeps you thinking. Just few more lines to write. I'll be alright. I was laughing today in the morning. I wish to laugh with that slightly blushed face everyday. Listening one melody makes you dream more. Listening to the same heart beat makes you insane. In the room, where sound is isolated 99,99%, person can survive up to 45 minutes. Then one gets insane of the same rhythm. Same ticking blood and muscle bomb. Same pace. Same space. 

Traveling in a circle. A big need to draw a circle. Over the brain. Over the intentionmodelofopportunityperception.

 Over you. 

And make it magic, that nobody, who wants to harm you, would ever step there.

Never.

Whole grain bread and something dead. Sandwich with a ham. 

Sound of the day. To keep the same pace in different space.

Notes to myself: Sunday

It's going to be one long evening with Erykah and some coffee. Maybe my dear will teach me some responsibility and planning. Days come and go. On and on. And so far not a lot left out of those days. Today I've started painting. The God of Procrastination. Also started Einstein's biography and some letters. On and on. The first step is to relax. The second is to start. The third - plan before falling asleep. The forth - dream good things. The fifth - get up, when open your eyes, no more snoozing. That's all. On and on. Practice to remember all good advices. Practice to love with no reason. Practice to think bright. Practice to go straight forward. On and on. 

Over the time I'll learn. Wait and meet. Try and succeed.

Holidays are over

Holidays are over and concentrated concentration collection has to take ahead. 5 songs for a good day when the laundry has to be done and when the carpets have to be vacuumed. 5 songs and 1 thought. well maybe few more. Life has been pretty unpredictable lately. I could say two weeks of empty-headed living, some peaks and some bottoms. With all the possible ambiguity that could ever happen. Childish actions. And at some point really childish consequences. And after that just a "fish day", which means that I'll be quiet. for today

S/S/S : systematically solving struggles

 If I could figure out. I would work it out.

I think, I'm on my way easily moving to different directions but keeping the moving idea on. 

The try not to stop and seek for the right solution is running in my blood lately. 

The weather is perfect, conditions are perfect, nothing good on TV, I don't even own one. The water is cold, keeps me awake, the company is serious, they spent more hours on studying than I did so I count them as a good influence. What else...

Conditions are perfect, beyond any doubt.

The most important thing on to-do list is DON'T STOP.

And on leisure time, remember "If you don't sin, Jesus died for nothing".

Mix of A Day #5 as 5 fingers on my hand

Day starts with easy flowing music. Simple tunes, simple smiles. Some sunshine and some apple juice. Some daydreaming for breakfast. Some books and some radio.

And I shout out loud "Good Morning!!!"

I wish you the best day.
3 days and I'm gonna see my beloved Sea.

Don't fuck with me

When the morning song starts with lyrics "Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me" and sharp teeth can bite any apple from the tree and not just that. When there is no need for an answer and there is no need for a question either. When all your day passes daydreaming and floods your mind with an intense anger puff followed by sensitive smile and carrying thoughts. When you decide, that no matter what will happen as long as everybody else feels happy. And then You smile.

How does person cope with his instability and insecurity?
I found the solution.
Mornings

Jody Barton

Mix of the day#5 sounds and colours

With stigmatic eye opening last week's occurrences pass slowly and quite drastically leaving me standing with not much of an explanation, nor support, nor preparation.
And well, I am letting suppressed breath in the depth of my lungs to escape making dull sound. Sound like the empty trunk would have a ghost inside, who would be fighting with the emergency kit or tire. Bitting, hitting, screaming in tears and then kissing after. Colouring inside and out kraplak-red.

Bleeping noise of things going on around me and... and nothing that would attract/distract my attention. Scaling the amount of thoughts that I've put in my small head and things that i rolled over my heart. They do not weight as much as the wind anymore and it's time to get rid of that unnecessary ballast.

This evening is all for Fink. Lush vocal of Fin Greenall, English musician, in his life music was natural thing while growing in his house. In my house art was natural. And even though I forgot arts and I forgot my skills, I forgot what feelings it caused, I forgot how often I used to cool down while reading biographies of artists, I still have oil-paint running my veins.

Fink - See It All (Emika remix)



Fink- Yesterday Was Hard On All Of Us

 Fink- All Cried Out




Anna Shelton photography











 

MIX OF THE DAY #4

Oh yeah, today the rhythm is quite moving and live. Cooking fetish is back, classic look is on, Ugne turned on her sexy mode. That's why, I have few songs for this evening named "Mix of the day#4". Previous mixes you can find here.


So, today I actually found some of the Danish music pearls, that was quite surprising, because some time ago I cursed all the Danish artist and closed my mind totally. Non of them were worth listening but just look at that:

The song of my day number 1:
Boom Clap Bachelors - Løb Stop Stå



Boom Clap Bachelors - Falder Ind Og Falder Ud



Lars and The Hands Of Light- Me Me Me (Trentemøller remix)



The weirdest mood is controlling me. Feel teenager with all those crazy freaky ideas in my head. My food is salty, I could run bare feet on cold ice, and sing one of Moloko's passionate songs that I used to sing when I was sixteen.

And yeah, that reminds me the last song for this evening.

Moloko - I Want You

Alex Clare

EmptyTrunk wasn't blown by the wind storms last days. Thanks God. Wind was approx. 36 m/s yesterday and running against the wind was like running up escalator which is going down.

Pretty sad and sour atmosphere is hanging above Herning, where I live. Wind, rain, final semester projects, business, laziness, depression and etc. Only one nice thing is the sun, which appears from time to time.

This cloudy atmosphere is being cleared by British singer-songwriter and composer called Alex Clare.
His debut album showed up last July. The Lateness of the Hour.

Some for the Monday.

Alex Clare - Up All Night



Alex Clare - Relax My Beloved



Alex Clare - Too Close (Live)





Ok, gotta go to fight winds again.

Mix of the Day #2

And so another passion of mine. Rock. Few days ago I was just talking to my friend about this kind of music. I swear sometimes you cannot  find anything better to relax you than The black Keys or Kings of Leon. But wait a minute...


WELCOME
#1
Radio Moscow- 250 Miles



Radio Moscow - City Lights


 
Radio Moscow is more psychedelic rock than blues rock still very acceptable to raise mood or get some space to think. This American band was formed in 2003 in Iowa. But really Radio Moscow reminds some of the 70's blues rock bands by spreading "the good vibe" and praying for broken strings. Makes to close my painful eyes and catch the signal with oldstyle transmitters.

#2
The Heavy- How Do You Like Me Now?



The Heavy - Sixteen



O.K. The Heavy is making me want seduce somebody. Evil sexy tunes. Deep voice. Rhythms. All good. The Heavy is English band playing with James Brown type of vocals and playing it right. Even though not all songs have a consistent style it still drives me crazy.

 #3
Left Lane Cruiser- Hillgrass Bluebilly



Left Lane Cruiser - Big Momma



Bring yo' ass to the table, cuz Left Lane Cruiser says so. And bring it as fast as you can. Those guys from states are not kidding, Mississippi influenced country blues rock. Well, I'm on my way to investigate more about 'em.

Mix of the Day

Todays mix 

was made by Stéphane Pompougnac and released back in 2007 in an album called "Hotel Costes Vol. 10". 

About Hotel Costes I can tell you just few things. First, it is one fancy Parisian hotel/café/restaurant, with a constant residend DJ Stéphane Pompougnac. Second, it is the number of music compilations which makes my body shiver everytime I listen to it since 2004. 

I clearly remember when first time I found this album in my moms workshop. Well, firstly I listen to it, but it wasn't something special some latino, some downtempo, back in those days I was so into Marilyn Manson, that it didn't impress me at all. Few days after I decided to listen to it again. and then again.. and again.. It became a little addiction of mine.

I think one of the reason why I love hotels now was Hotel Costes cristal clear music rythms which reminds me soft beds with all the white linen and sheets, with white robes, with nice views outside the window, with everyday luxurious order and with simple things that makes you live in space where you have everything enough and nothing too much.

Hotel Costes just led me to the love for simplicity.

Light sounds of it keeps on seducing me. Could lay in a white bed somewhere in Brasil and listen to the sounds of occean and few favourite songs from this album.

Zimpala- Adios

Angus and Julia Stone -Paper Aeroplanes

 Peder (feat. Anne Trolle) - White Lilies

   White Lillies Feat. Ane Trolle by lizardshakedown




Have a nice relaxing evening, better with tea and buns.

au revoir les enfants
bisous

Kent Williams

Or...ganise

Sounds of today:

Joy O (or Unknown) - Sicko Cell

 

then bit of M83

M83- Midnight City

and then some psychodelic but not exhausting

Glasser- Apply

Have a huge to-do list and have to start doing all the things what are planned. Have some music for the energy and for the motivation. 

Note to myself: need to get my camera back. Save da f*ckin' money and buy a proper lense.

One more:
Ratatat- Bilar