The Tennis Court Oath, June 20, 1789, by which deputies of the new National Assembly vowed to write a Constitution. This celebrated depiction by Jacques- Louis David well illustrates the spirit of ’89 and the extraordinary fervor with which patriots supported the Revolutionary changes. The president Bailly stands on a table to administer the oath. One can distinguish the abbé Sieyès, sitting just beneath Bailly; Mirabeau (right foreground, in a dark coat, striding forward); Barnave ( just behind Mirabeau); Robespierre (right of center, baring his breast with his two hands); Pétion in front of Robespierre with his back turned; Barère (sitting at left, writing his newspaper); and the trio of the Protestant Rabaut Saint-Etienne, the priest Grégoire, and the monk Dom Gerle (center foreground).
This is just the beginning… of something that has potential to be totally cool but we’ll see where the future takes this. I’ve decided to start a music blog and I guess this is my first post. There are very few things I’m passionate about and I guess you could say music is one of those things. Actually, I’m not really ‘passionate’ about anything but music is kind of up there, I guess. No, I don’t sing or play any instruments for that matter. I don’t make any sick beats and frankly I don’t think i would make a good DJ since I have this thing commonly known as 'Song A.D.D.’ Which is where I don’t finish listening to a song because who even does that these days? Well since I’m not exactly talented musicly, or at all really.. I just listen. I listen to music.
So basically this blog will have sick indie folk tunes for the most part. I also listen to rnb, rap and a little bit of pop music from the radio ;) [we all have guilty pleasures, right?] I probably won’t be posting top 100 hits, unless it’s the UK list because let’s face it, they have better music. So don’t worry, as much as I love Taylor Swift, I probably won’t be posting any of her songs anytime soon. The majority of my posts/reblogs will be of the alternative/indie/folk genre.
ps. This was the track that was playing while I wrote this whole spiel.
“Voldemort,” said Riddle softly, “is my past, present, and future, Harry Potter…” He pulled Harry’s wand from his pocket and began to trace it through the air, writing three shimmering words: TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE. Then, he waved the wand once more, and the letters of his name rearranged themselves: I AM LORD VOLDEMORT.