Monday, January 30, 2012


"The definition of being a modern person is to examine yourself, to reflect on yourself and to be a self-knowledgable person.  So this is to be a history of whatit is to be twentieth century.  These objects that represent culture that is around us, and then reflecting on themselves in an infinite regression, a kind of infinite narcissim. "



Friday, January 27, 2012



There will always be the poem
I will climb on top of it
                                     And come

In and out of time
Cocking my head to the side slightly
As I finish shaking, melting then
Into its body, its soft skin

Is not a lie....

-Jim Carroll


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Thursday, January 26, 2012

 
It is your work in life that is the ultimate seduction.

-Pablo Picasso

Saturday, January 21, 2012


Called out in
the dusk of the night
almost as if I'd
hoped to light
some weary corner of me
with just one word to confirm
the light of me

Filled out with
the gathering shade
drawing in
feeling so frail
so ill at ease
almost afraid
to think to much
as it would shatter
the calm of touch

 

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Old Album Reviews


Brave New World

I can't help but think of a term thrown around in the seventies when I hear Kid A: Future Shock. The idea was that modern technology was transforming our society at such speed that the world one was born into would bear little resemblance to the one of his/her adulthood. While "OK Computer" outwardly attacked the homogenization of modern society, "Kid A" works its way inside-out from the belly of the beast; here, Radiohead captures the language of isolation, and expresses the apathy, the ennui, and, finally, the repressed violence of a lost generation.
"Kid A" is set in a very different context from "OK Computer," embracing keyboard sounds, filters, computer processing: this furthers the overall metaphor by placing more distance between the listener and the artist. "Soundscape" is a term thrown around when people refer to this CD. The songs are set into large, open musical spaces that give a drifting feeling to all the songs; this effect is brought foward in the instrumental "Treefingers" as a strong expression of helplessness.
"Treefingers" is a bridge between "Kid A's" primary section, which is more contemplative and complacent, and the secondary, dealing more with anger and violence aimlessly escaping into its evironment of complacency. "How to Dissapear Completely's" refrain "I'm not here, this isn't happening" is a disassociation from the world and from one's self. It's mirror image, "Idiotecque" rebels against this in its warning "We're not scaremongering, this is really happening;" the voice now looks with fear and hatred.
What begins in the lines of "Everything in its right place/yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon" (ie a good, organized life in which one feels a nagging sense of incompletion) later comes to terms in Morning Bell: "You can keep the furniture, A bump on the head...Where'd you park the car? Clothes are on the lawn..." A divorce scenario ("Cut the kids in half") describes the breakdown of and breakaway from modern institutions and societal pressures.
This might seem ridiculously analytical, but Kid A is that kind of CD. As "Everything..." concludes "There are two colors in my head:" the noise of modern society, of modern living, fills our minds all the time, and is often at odds with itself. Radiohead attempts to come to terms with this dichotomy, or, perhaps, decides, "I think you're crazy, maybe..."



Nothing Else Sounds Quite Like This

The Japanese indie band Ghost are something of an enigma to me: the word is that they live as gypsies all across Japan, thus embodying the hippie spirit conveyed in their psychodelic albums. Lama Rabi Rabi is the strongest of their cds; a compelling mixture of psychodelic rock and roll, ambient world-folk balladry, and jazz-like musicality.
The opening track, "Masttillah," is an 8-minute drone that feels like a hashish den tucked away in Tangiers; then the title track cuts in with its rythmic chorus chanted repeatedly. "Into the Alley" is a gorgeous ballad with acoutic guitar echoing into the distance. The rest of the album is a blend of electric guitars that feel like they came right from Led Zeppelin I, mythic flutes blowing faintly in the distance, and ambient percussion and found sounds. "Marrakech" and "Mex Square Blue" stand out for thier very clever compositions and impeccable production. "My Hump is a Shell" serves as an interlude and uses a theremin against a gentle acoustic guitar. The album then winds down and rounds off with "Agate Scape," a lush, jazzy piece showcasing Masaki Batoh's haunting voice and melody, as well as the etherial piano playing that comes to amazing climax. Remarkably, this cd goes from point A to B with such grace that one almost forgets the shifts in style it makes!
While all of Ghost's albums are worth a listen, this one really shines as a coherent work of great songwriting and awesome production, with each song working off the others to create its own time and space.



The Dao of Sade

Probably the most remarkable element of Sade's albums (and what sets her albums apart from the "smooth jazz" moniker), is what is not played instead of what is played. "Stronger..." maybe the best example of this "less is more" aesthetic, and denotes the band's broadening musical palette.
The title track is sort of a thesis for the album: minimal percusion, subtle vocals harmonies, and the controled use of guitar and keyboards create a certain atmosphere, a feeling of tropical islands and breezes. "Nothing Can Come Between Us" is a good example Sade's simple (in a good way) lyrical potency: "in the middle of the madness/
when the time is running out/ and you're left alone/ all i want is you to know that/ it's strong still
/ can't pull us apart." It also introduces some gospel and blues themes. There's the gorgeous "Haunt Me," which does just that with its lush piano. My favorite is "Give It Up;" it has such a subtle build up, and then layers the lyric elements in such a perfect way.
Not to say the album doesn't have its duds. "Clean Heart's" soft elegance borders on monotonous (plus, I've never been a fan of her "social conscience" songs). "Turn my Back on You" is a rather limp attempt at funk, though the guitar rift is pretty cool. And "siempre hay esperanza," well, I think I've skipped this song every time I listen the album, so there you go.
Still, all in all, this is really the first album where the Sade sound came into adulthood, and its uncommon depth amazes me (as it accomplishes it so subtly). So few in rock and pop understand how to use negative space in their music; Sade is one of the masters of that technique.

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Sono Luminus


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I never thought that I would reach you
Though I've been searching for oh so many years
This place I am seems unfamiliar
But there's a light to break through all my fears

Still, time and time again
I'm looking for the love
The one that can inspire

Lift me higher
High as heaven can be
Sono luminus
Love is here
Where it always will be
Deep inside of us
I'm looking out into the distance
The sound of thunder is rolling in my head
The sky is stretching out before me
Thanks for today, everything is blessed

So here we go again
Searching for the truth
Until the twelfth of never

Lift me higher [Higher]
High as heaven can be
Sono luminus
[Love can move a mountain]
[Yes there's nothing that it can't do]
Love is here
Where it always will be
Deep inside of us
[Love will fill the darkness when you're gone]

Lift me higher [Higher] [Love can move a mountain]
High as heaven can be [Yes there's nothing that it can't do]
Sono luminus
[Love can move a mountain]
[Yes there's nothing that it can't do]
Love is here [Love will fill the darkness when you're gone]
Where it always will be
Deep inside of us
[Love will fill the darkness when you're gone]
Lift me higher [Higher] [Love can move a mountain]
High as heaven can be [Yes there's nothing that it can't do]
Sono luminus [Love will fill the darkness when you're gone]

Friday, January 13, 2012



Singularity

The air, it worries
feels the slowing down
the arrow of time
that pauses mid-flight
and slips into the void

A time diminished
by forces unseen
delicate, communal
yet somehow alone
and without sight

But, Grace, they say
is locked eternal
is falling, weightless
trembling before Him
yet knowing no-thing

and merging, endless
to a single point of light

-D.B. Rocca, 2011

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Sanctuary

Summer's faded glory
Lives on in winters grace
Like a sun warmed garden railing
Or the look upon your face
I wanted you so simple
I wanted you so wild
But in my clumsy longing
I turned into a child
Who lacks for understanding
And runs out in the snow
And expects the sun to find him
Wherever he will go, for today






The misty city skyline
Drifting in and out of range
And all those people bustling
Prisoners of their age
I search for something timeless
As when the world was new
Where a man is but a pillar
In the temple that is you
On a camel-laden journey
I will take the reins
And take you to my shelter
Where past has been reclaimed for today




Heavy like the iron
These simple homes were framed
I lord over the silence
These city streets contain
Waiting fir the lion
To roar out of the calm
And send my spirit quaking
Right back to your arms
Our private sanctuary
That lies in blood and bone
there comes the deepest slumber
Our souls have ever known for today

-D.B. Rocca, 2011





Monday, January 9, 2012













Enchanted, enchanted
This magical place that we've found
No one here but us and the sound
Of the stars and the night owls
Your breath and the rolling clouds
Enchanted, I am, by you
Now love has come to me
And set apart thee
From all of the maddening crowds
The orchard is leaning her bows
To hear our laughter
And we roll in the arder
Enchanted, i am, by you


-Patrick Wolf



















 














The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be

A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;              
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea
,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.


-William Wordsworth