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It seems to me that love should not make all else disappear but should simply tint it with new nuances; I would like a love that accompanies me through life, not that absorbs all my life. Simone de Beauvoir

MURDER AT THE DIAMONDHEAD RESORT

Diamondhead, Mississippi, March 2012

The book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. Franz Kafka

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This is a rough cut of the beginning of “Good Friday”, a CocoRosie song I’m covering. It will probably be completely different by the time I’m done with it, if I finish it…

WEYES BLOOD » “ROMNEYDALE”

THE OUTSIDE ROOM (2011)

This melody reminds me of Tim Buckley’s “Song to the Siren”, which I’ve always thought was so beautiful in its simplicity. “Romneydale” is equally captivating.

PROTEST MUSIC

“Something I hear a lot as a music writer is ‘can’t expect every band to be Fugazi,’ excusing the perpetual dearth of well-executed political songwriting. But this day served as a reminder that new protest music can still be purposeful.”
Jenn Pelly on Occupy Wall Street, music and protest, a reflection from May Day, for Pitchfork

This is something I think about a lot—how songwriting during the 60s and 70s was so saturated with political sentiment, in an artful and meaningful way, and where this spirit and engagement with our times is in music today. Props for reopening this conversation.

There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night.

Albert Camus

This tumblr could easily be comprised of exclusively Camus quotes.

NINA SIMONE » “EVERYONE’S GONE TO THE MOON”

NINA SIMONE ANTHOLOGY (2003)

CAT STEVENS » “IF YOU WANT TO SING OUT, SING OUT”

FOOTSTEPS IN THE DARK: GREATEST HITS, VOL. 2 (1984)

Talk about soul-swelling. I initially heard this song when I saw the movie Harold and Maude for the first time last October. Such a beautiful message.

THE GRASS ROOTS » “LET’S LIVE FOR TODAY”

SINGLE (1967)


A classic. Also be sure to check out the original Italian version of the song, “Piangi con me” by The Rokes, which, interestingly, translates to “Cry” or “Weep with me”.