To try please to find your way by this reflected Labyrinth. To take guard of the spines and broken glass. Careful not to awake the tempestuous Minotaur and not to avoid the marsh at the end of the false corridor. Once inside the free space the Château your spirit of the impurities or take the Seven Married Ones, or Diamond Vampires, as your clean for all Eternity, or at least, until new Sun burns its rays drapes through one afternoon neglect….
To rest in the living room, sip of your Burgundy, and to light a candle. You are not alone.
Believe the children are our future. Teach good and to let them carry out the manner. Their to show all the beauty which they have inside. Their to give a direction of pride. To facilitate it. To let the laughter of the children point out to us how we were accustomed to being.
The imperishable gratitutde must surely go to these magicians in the sphere known under the name of 20 Jazz Funk Greats for their unequalled revealing qualifications and generosity for above two items.
It is the third installment of the Danish artist brilliant, Martha Hviid, about the history of the rock of her country:
MARTHA: so now I'm going to tell you about a band called kliché.
a lot of danish music is regarded kitsch or bad taste by danes that care a lot about music. kliché somehow avoided that. people still go nuts when "Militskvinder" gets played at parties. I guess they have a lot of talking heads, bowie and devo in them, but they are still looked upon as highly original and they have inspired a lot of new bands in denmark.
I'm sending you four songs. two from each album they made. notice that they only sang in danish, but on "Bravo Charlie" they sing in NATO's phonetic alphabet.
so, what's next? danish late 80s/ early 90s pop, right? and then eurovision. just so you're not waiting your heart out for it; I'm not going to tell you about aqua, laidback, whigfield or any of that stuff.
The quartz of George, in his own words, begins a new segment of weekend today. This will reappear with the leisures of the Director himself:
GEORGE: Of course, as everyone who knows me can attest, I'm not usually one to toot my own horn. However, it seems that I, inadvertently, reignited the summer drink phenomenon known as the 'Albino Aristocrat' this past evening. I can't say that I mind, though, and it's really a sublime way to make the transition from summer into Autumn.
I first concocted the 'Aristo'(as noted teetotaler, Marlon Brando, was keen to calling it) while crashing with John Paul Getty and Talitha Pol in Marrakesh in 1969. We all needed something light and refreshing to calm down the psychedelic demons we had conjured only hours before. Most of the spirits had been liquidated by the regular guests and hangers-on, so there was little to choose from. However, those few leftover materials, along with the mushroom-induced apparition of a floating costume(powdered wig, lace cravat, and velveteen waistcoat)that was still haunting me, led to, I believe, the greatest beverage creation of the past 100 years.
It's quite simple to make really. I invite you to try yourself, or seek out the professional assistance of your trusted local pub personnel. And if it's anything at all like the absolute craze that this summertime drink started in Ibiza in 1970, before you know it, everyone around you will be sipping the same crystal-clear sensation.
Albino Aristocrat
Ingredients to use: 5 oz. 7-Up (Sprite will do, I suppose, and if you're watching your figure as I am, then you may certainly substitute with a diet version)
2 oz. White Rum (I suggest Appleton or 10 Cane, though Bacardi or Captain Morgan will suffice in a pinch)
1 maraschino cherry (It has been hotly debated in serious drinking circles whether or not to use two cherries, since the drink is a double and the cherry, of course, represents the eye of the Albino himself. It's really up to you, but I will say this: The ghostly fop from that fever dream of mine had only one bulging and bloody eye that would never blink or turn away!)
Directions: Fill a Highball glass with nine ice cubes. Pour 7-Up and white rum into the Highball glass. Stir well, garnish with the maraschino cherry, and serve. (Variation: In lieu of cherry, sprinkle powdered sugar over the mouth of the glass. Now you have a 'Powdered Wig' - rumoured to be a favorite of Richard Nixon during the Watergate debacle.
Enjoy, and don't forget to leave your own unique recipes in the comments section!
From which do they come, these brilliant and mysterious stars of another place? They find their way in the world and, just like the Obelisk, they indicate the manner of new beginnings, another future of the infinite possibility.
Metalmags is such a being. She travelled of another system to help the terrestrial beings simple to learn how to dream and reach for the skies. Her strange and soft sorcery is fed by the interstellar constellations, although she can feed with far from neon to survive the atmosphere of this world. Using her Ambassador worthy of confidence, there is no dimension which she cannot penetrate and no cosmic flower that she cannot bring to the full bloom.
It is possible to receive her transmissions here and here. Send your love and be however reward you with the beauty the unknown.
It is the second installment, in the form of letter with the quartz of George, of the Danish history of rock from the artist Martha Hviid:
MARTHA: ok, so here is the danish 70s, or part of it. the first song is by a rather unknown psych band called Freed. fred in danish (the d is soft, almost like a th-sound in english) means peace, so freed must be something like peeaace, which I find kind of funny. the song is called 'natten solen dagen' which means 'the night, the sun, the day'.
the next two songs are by my dad's old band - Jomfru Ane Band. they started out as a political theater troupe located in jomfru ane gade, which is a street in a city called aalborg.
I chose the first song because it always was my favourite when I grew up. 'Leilas kærlighed' means 'Leila's love', and it's basically just a plain love popsong about longing and lust.
The second song is about a public playground in my new neighbourhood (remember, Nørrebro?). it was build for the children to have something to do, but people didn't treat it well, and vandalism and insanitary surroundings made it fall apart, and the politicians didn't want to do anything about it. I know it sounds like a lame cause, but it was really a big deal because it raised some bigger issues about what the city was turning into.
it was the politicians that didn't want the playground to start out with. they had cleared the area, and this adventure playground (as I think you call it in english) was build, but then the politicians wanted to tear it down and build housing estates instead. the locals wanted to keep it and it ended with the playground being torn down under the protection of 700 policemen(!). apparently a danish achitect came up with the idea about adventure playgrounds which we call byggelegeplads.
these songs aren't the most famous one's they've done. the top most famous one is about nuclear power and the second one about the political history of the united states and how denmark relates to it. I don't want to send you the last one, because your people get quite the verbal beating there.
so, this was a look into that era.
next I imagine going more into one certain synthy-new wavy-art band that I think you would really like.
furthermore I have a vague idea about giving you a taste of late eighties/ early nineties popsongs which is like plain food without much taste, but when you've had it in your mouth for a while you start to notice all the flavours of the raw produce and find out that what you've thought was flavour so far was really just bulks of spices covering everything up. you'll never want to go back to the spices.
The soft and reserved Baby Sloth Spirit will appear before your strabism and eyes inflated in an holographic bubble chamber of indicator on the inter-dimensional border between the end of this world and the beginning of the next one. Tomita took BRITE of RAINBOW like prisoner and Lolita laid out and led her via Lamborghini with its pyramid of undulation deeply in the Volcano of Time. A party is then thrown, a ceremony where only the strangest habits reign. [Listen]
The staircases seem glowing in the catacombs with neon while the armour-plated misadventures of Three 6 members of Maffia as they become the crystalline statues and gather the phantom of Walter Carlos with the remainders of the brain of mother. [Listen]
The slovos to attach ribbon adhesive-ranges of scandalmongering androïdes of BORN from its glass fibre lips as a its languid and sexy plague members approximately in this rigid way that only the beautiful statues can. With the apex of the night, when all the guests are wet and dreaming of the treat, food, and the sex, the Phantom of the Opera himself appears. [Listen]
He reduces by the teeth out of glass because as a laser in furs, for he is not any other than Vangelis. And the Baby Sloth Spirit pours outside his veins cut out in sections as a red wine in the carpet of cuddly toy. The New Age will now start. [Listen]
You were already told of Martha Hviid, the brilliant and good artist friendly of Denmark. Martha is very quite informed about the music rock'n'roll and has to say much to us sonic history of her native soil. The following dialogue was taken of a Martha message sent to the quartz of George. It is the first part of a continuous series.
MARTHA: it's the first danish punk band. I think the song is from 77 or something like that. the singer only has one arm. there's always been a lot of arguing over which band was the the first punk band in denmark, SODS or No Knox. my friends hang out with peter peter who was the guitarist in SODS. I recently saw his new band, they play sort of epic surf mixed with kraut country, if you can imagine that. one of the guys from No Knox is now a soundguy, who I get along with very well. he did the sound when we put up the boredoms and stuff like that.
you should see this, very good glimpse of the danish punk scene:
I'll translate what they're saying.
>>yes, ABBA is and will always be a clean natural product that makes life worth smelling again. isn't that right?
>>there's lots of ways to draw attention to oneself.
>>ah. we're going to get some punk now.
>>yesyesyes, take it easy, you're giving me a crisis. but it's true, we're going to get some punk here in pop 79'. punk music, the simple, raw, clean rock music that brings us back to the 60s, where The Kinks and The Who let go. the genre is british, but we're going to present you to something of a speciality here; a danish punkband. let us introduce, in punk-cosmorama, Århus' answer to something like everything : LOST KIDS!
-first song
>>that was "coca cola freaks", now we'll play "rådden dig" (rotten you)
-second song
>>punk on danish tv, maybe for the first and the last time. that was real århusian raw cosiness punk from skolegade or somewhere around that place in Århus. that was Lost Kids and two of their numbers "cola freaks" and "rådden dig", Lost Kids under conduction by Jan Jet. I've often been asked what raw cosiness really means. raw cosiness in the the punk version means flogging (that's actually how to translate the word he uses) down lager in the sewer; us punks, right. now for the counterpart of punk, the new british pop knights Racy and their breakthrough song "lay your love on me".
this film was made in the nineties, but is a classic because it's about danish punk. if you can find it anywhere with subtitles I think you would really enjoy it.
for our next class I'm going to tell you about the seventies in denmark. I'll find some danish hippie music and some psych, and I'll tell you about the band my dad was in. they were very famous, and are now part of danish music history because of their political lyrics.
'Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.' -Oscar Wilde
There are things which one indicates and those which remain hidden. Some do not show anything of themselves, but the more the others indicate, the more one mystery develops.
For some it is shocking to see the nudity of another person. The sensuality is primordially and offensive for them. They would prefer to rather hide the human body behind a curtain than so that its beauty is known with all. They maintain this experiment only for moments crowned and deprived behind the closed doors.
Others are masked in a veil of mystery, but the reason is not always clear. Some do not like. Some do not trust others. Some are obligatory behind layers of camouflage. Some appreciate simply the mystery and can exceed reality day labourer in new and magic or spiritual kingdom very their clean. The mask is their language.
We all carry daily masks. We all use costumes. How little us really knows itself. What would occur if we could let fall the frontage and seem naked and the innocent one before another?
