To singularity, οι πολιτικές του virtual, μέσα αντι-κοινωνικής δικτύωσης, η μουσική στην εποχή των ringtones…• Singularity, the politics of virtual, anti-social media, music in the age of ringtones…
Living home on monkey island, babyRight in the middle of a zooLiving home on monkey island, babyPretend to be a monkey, too Well there’s one thing about these monkeys, babyThey don’t know I’m aroundBut that’s pretty good, ’cause if they knewThey’ll probably come and put me down Living home on monkey island, babyRight in the middle of a zooLiving home…
Ο Marc Ribot και οι Τεχνητοί Κουβανέζοι σε ανάλογο κομμάτι εποχής Buena Vista Social Club..
Psychedelic garage from the patriarchs of krautrock.
“Early Recordings” from this short-lived late ’80s duo are actually much better than their single “official” release..
First of all I’m not buying into any miraculous medicine or vaccine since there can’t be no cure for the flu save for some generic preventing measures such as healthy nutrition or avoiding being exposed to cold drafts – as everyone used to know before coronavirus microphobia took over our lives. Anyway, Covid-19 or whatever intimidating name they attach to…
O St Julian στο περίπου ομώνυμο κομμάτι.
Don’t wanna be a part of youCause you always make me feel a foolCan’t you see it’s a matter of fact?Plain as day, as white and black This timeIt’s gonna changeThis timeIt’s gonna changeFor me, for you Do you believe those things they said?All this trash they fill your headCan’t you see it’s a matter of fact?Plain as day, as…
Σπαρακτική στα όρια του γκροτέσκο ερμηνεία του Tom Waits από το αποκορύφωμα της δημιουργικής του πορείας το 1988.
I don’t need anybody’s love, I couldn’t afford it anywayWith my penny’s worth of hope, that’s not funny but it’s a jokeAnd I got a good one for the collection agencyIt’s a wish that I could wish the world away, I could wish the world away Don’t watch TV, it’s all lies, I watch TV day and nightI believe everything…
Gospel κατά Funkadelic.
We’ve been in, down and out, manBeat myself into the futureKnew it ’cause I feel rich trashMan, you don’t know what kind all that’s aboutI’m mad as I wanna beI’m there already NYC: 1999!NYC: 1999!NYC: 1999!Alright! Word travels as a trainThe newspapers are full of crapLine stretching round the blockHey man, it was never like thatMad as I wanna beI’m…
Και για να μη φανώ άδικος απέναντι στους γιατρούς συλλήβδην, ορισμένοι εκ των οποίων μου έσωσαν κυριολεκτικά τη ζωή χωρίς κανένα χρηματικό αντάλλαγμα, ένα σχετικό τραγούδι του Skip James από την παραμονή του στο νοσοκομείο.