Listen to: Brother Crazy (M.RUX EDIT) by Ornette & the Walckers

A day of truth. Today I looked at the world with my eyes open. Peeled back and exposed to such torturous traits of mankind. I feel the ache, the dull burn of fact. Inescapable truth. Conflict music. Your rhythm chips away at my bones. Those bones. Our flesh and pulse that fall so weak in the eyes of political madness. Powers of pain. The strength of pure Will drives souls to bodies and lifeless heaps. A flickering spark in a thundering storm. I’m full of sorrow and pain today. A day of truth. Today I looked at the world with my eyes open.

My Dad and Hurst Berlin ‘90.

Papa rocking the denim on denim look…

Roger Walters awaits.

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My Dad and Hurst Berlin ‘90.

Papa rocking the denim on denim look…

Roger Walters awaits.

"At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: ‘The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.’

In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely fact of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.” —Caitlin Moran

Huge fan of this Swedish soul songstress, just did a lovely interview with her incredibly positive and down to earth self. Love this album and looking forward to hearing more of her work in the future.

On trains…

MD- One of the beautiful things about train noise is it’s sound spectrum. A moving train features almost all the frequencies audible to the human ear. I don’t know any other machine that has such a rich sound.

IS- There is another aspect that fascinates me when it comes to trains, which is that every moment sound different. It is like watching a river flow: you’ll never see the same river twice. The other day, I was lingering under a railway bridge. Hell, it was a moment of beauty whenever a rain passed.

Max Dax talking to Irmin Schmidt

Und jetzt kommt etwas anderes…

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Und jetzt kommt etwas anderes…

I have some amazing people in my life, even though many of them are nowhere near.

"Everyone is on their phones and doesn’t take the time to smell the roses. They are getting their dose of nature by looking at my photos on Instagram."

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"Everyone is on their phones and doesn’t take the time to smell the roses. They are getting their dose of nature by looking at my photos on Instagram."

When I was small and away from my Mum often, she would always tell me to look at the moon at night and for me to know she was looking at the same moon. That way she would feel closer.