Member Since: 6/27/2006
Band Website: fotolog.com/stereomc
Band Members: The Dirty Dozenwww.betarecords.com/ricknowferwrite to [email protected] do believe in sound and shapes..overwhelming figures rotating apt to reach the unbearable lightness of beingLe mobili ed immobili figure geometriche hanno forme estese, deboli, prostrate, perfette ed imperfette. Sembrano sognare. Li si direbbe dotati di una vita sonnambolica, onirica come quella dei vegetali e dei minerali, parlano una lingua muta ed universale come il destino, come i cieli e sono pieni di luce e sfumature cromatiche al calare del tramonto così come agli albori dell’alba e della vita di cui fanno parte in maniera intensa e silente.
Ai giochi di colori, nessuna infamia artistica. Di fronte al puro sogno, all’impressione non ancora interpretata, l’arte in se, l’arte effettiva è puro istinto e pura percezione. Qui tutto ha la chiarezza sufficiente e la deliziosa oscurità dell’armonia dove tutto si crea e nulla, neppure i singoli elementi vengono distrutti..
Influences: Nick Drake, John Martyn, Ben and Roy Harper, Robert Johnson, The "Acoustic" Pink Floyd, Kings of Convenience, Elliot Smith, Jose Gonzales, Ani di Franco, The Smiths, The Pixies, Chico Cesar, Beck and Jeff Beck, RadioHead.Lord Byron; Don Juan...But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think;
to what straits old Time reduces
Frail man, when paper - even a rag like this - ,
Survives himself, and all that's his.
'Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses
Instead of speech, may form a lasting link
Of ages;
so shine on you crazy diamond and everything will be just history repeating
Sounds Like: Night - William Blake.The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon like a flower,
In heaven’s high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.
Farewell, green fields and happy groves,
Where flocks have took delight;
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each sleeping bosom.And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold,
Saying, "Wrath, by his meekness,
And, by his health, sickness
Is driven away
From our immortal day.
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