Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Hade's "B" Book



I never throw away mixtapes (or CDs) that my friends have given me and it's always exciting when I sift through them all and occassionally pop one in, just to see what secret forgotten treasures might be hiding on them ...

This mixtape was created for me by my long-lost friend from college, Jeff Nesmith, whom I haven't seen in many, many moons ... He now lives in New York ... This mix was ripped from an actual cassette tape that Jeff had given to me back in the day (early 1990's) ...

I dunno why, but for some reason, in between some of songs he reads pages from a Dr. Seuss “B”  book, which always makes me laugh ... Musically, it sort of breathes in and out of different genres, which I think is one thing that makes it so playable ... one minute you have Billie Holiday crooning and the next thing you know, Ministry is literally screaming into yer ear!!!

I remember it was around this time of year when Jeff gave me the tape ... so both the cover and the music always make me think of dead leaves and cemeteries and Autumn in general ... Maybe you can listen to it while trying to decide what to be for Halloween ...

As always,


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Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Midnight




Behold : A play list dedicated to the most mysterious hour of the night : midnight. 

The midnight hour is believed to be the time when magic practitioners would cast their strongest spells and hexes due to it being an in-between time.

Midnight is also a quiet, reflective time ... oftentimes lonely and sometimes creepy.


Poet Wallace Stevens summed up the midnight feeling pretty aptly :


I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. 

I have been one acquainted with the night.