2009/03/12
Old Drink
My fingers are sore from playing a steel string guitar for many hours yesterday; fuck flamenco guitars. I was fucking around with an open D tuning (DADF#AD) with a clipper lighter as a slide in between trying my best to sound impressive to the strangers and companions in the carmona complex.
I'm gonna re-plug this band, The Mean, because their music is excellent and deserves multiple listens (finally, someone will give you your money's worth).
While we're at it, why not one more album before I head off to work?
I was introduced to Gil-Scott Heron through secondary/tertiary sources; an obscure hip-hop reference, allmusic.com cross-cultural comparisons, or maybe it was my older brother Max who laid the seeds of appreciation for a true activist/musician.
Anyways, I don't have TV here in Spain, and my excessive internet usage could be categorized as addictive or compulsive, but viva la revolución!
GSH-TRWNBT
I'm gonna re-plug this band, The Mean, because their music is excellent and deserves multiple listens (finally, someone will give you your money's worth).
While we're at it, why not one more album before I head off to work?
I was introduced to Gil-Scott Heron through secondary/tertiary sources; an obscure hip-hop reference, allmusic.com cross-cultural comparisons, or maybe it was my older brother Max who laid the seeds of appreciation for a true activist/musician.
Anyways, I don't have TV here in Spain, and my excessive internet usage could be categorized as addictive or compulsive, but viva la revolución!
GSH-TRWNBT
Stuff and Things
Hello world. A chance encounter in Sevilla with a Senegalese folk musician named Malik was incredibly rewarding.
There may or may not have been a man screaming/singing sevillanas in the middle of the night outside my window.
I'm up remarkably early, although I got some new chamomile delivered from granada, that is quite delicious.
So, here's the first post of the day, perhaps more to come if I don't turn in to a lazy bones.
P-SE
There may or may not have been a man screaming/singing sevillanas in the middle of the night outside my window.
I'm up remarkably early, although I got some new chamomile delivered from granada, that is quite delicious.
So, here's the first post of the day, perhaps more to come if I don't turn in to a lazy bones.
P-SE
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