much communication in a motion
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"untitled" (found photograph)
keep art alive; artist unknown
"when the samba takes you,
out of nowhere,
and the background's fading,
out of focus.
yes, the picture's changing,
every moment,
and your destination,
you don't know it."
keep art alive; artist unknown
"when the samba takes you,
out of nowhere,
and the background's fading,
out of focus.
yes, the picture's changing,
every moment,
and your destination,
you don't know it."
avalon (video) ~ roxy music
avalon (live) ~ roxy music
avalon (live) ~ roxy music
avalon was one of those albums that i played over and over again, letting the songs - this one especially - fill the room, and in the process, change it. i was too young to be out in the world - too young to drive, to date, to go out dancing, to lose myself on a dark and smoky dance floor - but i was not too young to imagine it. i remember the sound the needle would make as i laid it down gently on the vinyl, the crackle and hiss it would make just before the opening moments of more than this would begin. i would lie on my floor, a notebook open in front o me, and write about things i'd yet to experience. the music, the way it swirled around me, i almost felt as if i had lived lifetimes already.
did my musical imagined experiences live up to what life was later on?
sometimes an artist can get lost in his or her own imaginings, the painted or scrawled images often so pure, beautiful even if tragic, and unfettered by the pitfalls that lie hidden away. but, i don't know, i think the way i saw things, even at that young of an age, listening to bryan ferry sing about after parties and romantic possibilities, i saw the cracks, too. i never remember thinking that life could not be broken, or break you, at times. though i do think i've carried with me a bit of a dreamer's view, which i hope brings out passion in the things i create, and the way i love.
sometimes i wish i still had my turntable. that i could spin all those records i still have, and write - not type - in spread open composition books while lying on the floor, letting the music take me across the bridge of imagined, and real.
sometimes an artist can get lost in his or her own imaginings, the painted or scrawled images often so pure, beautiful even if tragic, and unfettered by the pitfalls that lie hidden away. but, i don't know, i think the way i saw things, even at that young of an age, listening to bryan ferry sing about after parties and romantic possibilities, i saw the cracks, too. i never remember thinking that life could not be broken, or break you, at times. though i do think i've carried with me a bit of a dreamer's view, which i hope brings out passion in the things i create, and the way i love.
sometimes i wish i still had my turntable. that i could spin all those records i still have, and write - not type - in spread open composition books while lying on the floor, letting the music take me across the bridge of imagined, and real.
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Comments (7)
love this song... nice memory I find your thoughts inspiring. My expierance growing up at about 12 was that I read somewhere where Salvadore Dali would write down his dreams in a notebook by his bedside. I tried it a few times but nothing came of it.Thanks
this was great but i think i may have worn out a couple of copies of Flesh and Blood. Music has a way of being there for so many important moments in our lives and provide reference points for wonderful memories and some not so wonderful.
cpetersonart3 - sometimes i miss writing in notebooks. i know it is so much easier to just type away into my laptop, but i wonder at times if it is missing something. i may need to start writing both ways again.
mitchy - i love the Flesh and Blood album, too.
Avalon is one of the best records of the 80s -- I started listening to Roxy Music on 8-track, because you could buy all their albums in the cutouts for like 50 cents at Woolworths at the end of the 8-track era. I started with Manifesto and then worked backward toward the Eno stuff.
This is my favorite, though -- perfect. I can see why Ferry has not made another Roxy album. Bought the remasterd version on CD several years ago, still in moderate rotation at my house.
I'm fond of other Roxy albums, but this one is the dearest to me.
My Aunt had a big box of 8-tracks that I used to listen to whenever I was visiting...though I remember her having Loretta Lynn and Johnny Cash more than anything else.
DO you still have the Roxy 8-tracks?
I havent' thought of this in years . . . I rented a house in the late 80s that had an indoor spa/hot tub and hooked up my Radio Shack 8-track player into a boom box that we used in the room. Very steamy. Not good for 8-track storage -- and at that point -- having a bunch of 8-tracks wasn't exactly cool anyway. Pitched about 100 or so -- some good Lou Reed and a bunch of David Bowie, too.
The fate of the 8-tracks via the indoor spa is a great story, though...I was just wondering if anyone has kept their old 8-tracks.
For the record, I've not met anyone who has.