oh would you look at that I’m obsessing over another band oh no what do I do well time to research the entire existence of each band member, know their full name by heart, memorize their marriage and divorce history and save every picture of the band and its members until I know more about the band than the people who were in it
David Sylvian’s “Brilliant Trees” is one of my favorite albums of all time, deftly swerving from art funk like this, the opening track, “Pulling Punches,” to pondering tracks like “Backwaters” which fall through multiple time signatures. It’s a classic, through and through. This is a Japanese copy that sadly is missing the OBI strip.
Dashboard’s a bit empty. I might need to add more taste to my dashboard.
I’m looking for blogs to follow so I can fill up some contents.
Reblog if you post one of the following:
Anni-Frid “Frida” Lyngstad
[Classic] Doctor Who
Elisabeth Sladen | Sarah Jane Smith
1960s-1980s contents, it doesn’t matter.
Music, obviously, preferably 1930s-1990s.
Monty Python’s Flying Circus
Kate Bush [yes, I’m serious]
You’ve been waiting for this: The Beatles
Cream [band] (and other related bands, e.g. Traffic, either way)
Fried chicken [Disregard that, it was a mistake I made]
Any help is appreciated! You don’t have to have all of this in your blog. As long as you have one of these, you’re fine. I’ll just check out your blog after you reblog, and then determine if I will follow you. :-)
“For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem, is but a dream within a dream.”