Tag: music
Music, Ancestral Spirit
Music was not an invention of human civilizations: it was a «revelation,» an «encounter.» Because it was discovered by man among the sounds of the world: he recognized it as a faceless deity, a sacred and ancestral spirit. Music has no body. Sound is its illusion of corporeity, a fleeting and subtle vibration that moves | … |
If They Don’t Love You… Let’s Dance
To celebrate Valentine’s Day, we bring a gift for those who have an impossible love, especially if it unfolds without a sorrow. The following is a 2 hours and 25 minutes mix, specially prepared for the occasion, courtesy of a member of our team, Abraham Araujo [DJWOWQuéDJ]. Our Backroomix #0002 “If They Don’t Love | … |
Random songs
I had few musician friends as a teenager. Although most of them played the guitar, their main interests were in painting, literature, cinema, or poetry. Being innovative, transgressive and original was a priority in our work in the Maracaibo of the nineties, but I always felt that, in each of their disciplines, they had more | … |
Head Cleansers and All Ills; Jump in the Water
Let’s say that all metaphors have drowned in the sea. They have seen him alone, like a blind man. They have seen him like the flimsy ground of summer. As an unpunished presence and an artifice of destruction, he is not held accountable for his continuous work, his colossal effort to repair his first mistake: to have allowed earth to escape to air, to have erected the time of its dwellers.
I was the Sun
Twelve o’clock, noon. My body is at that precise point where it has ceased to resist the heat and surrenders; it lets itself die a little. It seems my heat threshold is high and I understand: the key is to remain very still. The murmur of some cellphone speaker with bachata by | … |
Thom Yorke, A Void Inhabited by Urgency
«Then into our life there comes the darkness, there’s a spacecraft blocking out the sky…” is on the surface ready to be read, not in its depths ready to be interpreted; it is on the line of sight that draws the horizon. In this first stanza of Decks Dark, from Radiohead’s newest album A Moon | … |
Venezuelan Suite (or Reading Paul Desenne)
Because we are almost ghosts, we composers appreciate apparitions; their sincerity is absolute. P.D. I God is an uncontrollable noise. For others, God is silence. But here we are going to talk about Paul. Music recreates prejudice and at the same time devices for survival and for self-destruction, where flesh, innocence, and anguish | … |