“You remember when I said how I was gonna explain about life, buddy? Well the thing about life is, it gets weird. People are always talking ya about truth. Everybody always knows what the truth is, like it was toilet paper or somethin’, and they got a supply in the closet. But what you learn, as you get older, is there ain’t no truth. All there is is bullshit, pardon my vulgarity here. Layers of it. One layer of bullshit on top of another. And what you do in life like when you get older is, you pick the layer of bullshit that you prefer and that’s your bullshit, so to speak.”

~ David Webb Peoples (Accidental Hero)

Inamorata.
Mission: Music, masculinity.
Master of the art, music.
Who is this music
That which description may never justify?
Can the ocean be described?
Fathomless music,
Body of all that is.
Live everlastingly.
Man initiate inamorata:
Your music art tomorrow’s unknown known life.
I love tomorrow.

~ Robert Conrad

“The puppet masters have all these gatekeepers trying to stop anything new, because if the standard of enlightenment is raised or widened, their mediocre products are in jeopardy.”
~ Wayne Shorter

He’s talking about music critics here, but he could have been talking about the entire fucking world.

Oh, I snatched this quote from this book called ‘Miles Beyond – The Electric Explorations of Miles Davis 1967-1991′ which comes highly recommended.

Electric Miles rules my life right now. ‘Agharta’ and it’s companion ‘Pangaea’ are the best live recordings ever put on tape. The artwork for both LPs is fucking amazing as well. Instant favorite. Wish I had the originals.

Now this is all well and good, but the sad thing is, basically, after these releases (1975) music really turned to shit. Good music went underground, out of sight. Mainstream music got nowhere, turned in on itself and came out again like really nasty diarrhea.

And now we’re stuck with massive fucking cunts like Justin Bieber spraying their diabolic shit all over the world and actually getting away with it, because we don’t have any good reference points anymore. Someone like Miles Davis doesn’t stand a chance in todays world and we’re never, NEVER going to hear genius like this again.

Click on it. Marvel at it. Turn it up really loud and shit your pants while you try to comprehend it. Bitches.

Charlie Haden
Jack DeJohnette
Ravi Coltrane
James Genus
Jeff Watts

A modern jazz masterpiece and swan song. Ranks way up there with 50s/60s/70s era jazz output.

I think this is going to be the last time. I only re-applied because some people convinced me I was ‘missing out’. On what, I don’t know exactly. But I was missing out anyway. I had my second profile on-line for slightly less than a year I think, and I still can’t get my head around the function of Facebook.

I don’t think there is real a function other than being able to show the world you’re alive and/or to flaunt your insecurities. Maybe a little of the ol’ existential angst has something to do with it too. There’s something psychologically interesting about people who have 300+ friends on their profiles. It’s just feels like self-delusion to me.

So yeah, it’s not for me. I have a personal website, a personal blog and a personal Twitter account. I even collect listening stats through Last.fm. These are things I think are interesting, even to others. These websites give people a way to contact me if they want to.

What I don’t find interesting is embarrassing myself by sharing my personal comments with other people, or sharing the things I like and dislike with everyone else. To me it’s just another way of saying: “Here’s me! Please judge me!”, something people do enough as it is. Although with Facebook it’s from a safe distance.

It’s not about socializing with people. It’s more akin to voyeurism. It’s why people like to look inside other people’s houses when they walk by. After a while you just put blinds up.

This here is a very cool gallery of Columbia Records’ immense jazz LP artwork history.

Thought this to be appropriate for the upcoming days:

_{Thanks, Fluor}.

Smoking in movies usually looks extremely fake. Except for for this guy:
Article about Jeff Bridges and his well developed smoking style as seen in movies from The Last Picture Show (1972) to The Big Lebowski (1998). Interesting tribute to one of the best actors to ever spark up on the screen. It’s just another form of expression to him. I like that kind of microscopic dedication.

Rafaël Rozendaal

Makes websites as art pieces, pieces are sold with domain name,
work remains public, name of collector in title bar.
Collectors in France, UK, Spain, NL and Austria.
Lived in Amsterdam, Rio, Los Angeles, Paris, Tokyo, Portland and Berlin.
Lives and works in hotels.