Showing posts with label [Music so old it’s up for grabs]. Show all posts
Showing posts with label [Music so old it’s up for grabs]. Show all posts
21.7.09
Anonymous Emails Received at Night
dEUS: «My Little Contessa» [mp3]
The Monastery Of Gyütö, Tibet: «Le Grand noir (Mahākāla)» (excerpt) [mp3]
Blind Willie Johnson: «Can't Nobody Hide from God» [mp3]
Subject: The guilt of Christopher S. Nicholson
From: Your Consciousness (your@consciousness.com)
Sent: 27 January 2006 20:18:15
To: [email address withheld]
got more than one girlfriend? got several sexual relations going? been dishonest with money or work ?
I know about you Mr Nicholson and unfortunately you're playing around too many people. if you want all things good to stay good and live happily, you have to change and the first thing to do is to stop messing people around immediately and end all games you're playing and start being faithful to those in your close surrounding and honest and consequent to all others who you abuse for your holiday.
It's not alright that you travel into other central european countries smoothtalking innocent women, nor is it alright to be pretentious and pretend to intellectually praised with wisdom. On the same note your academic affairs are to be seriously reflected on, don't you think? you cannot keep going with this constant manipulation. Don't lead someone around by the nose, whom you are not even planning to get serious with or were you really going to make that person believe you would move into a country where you don't even speak the language ? or would you dare to lure her out of a place where she could really attempt a serious carreer ? Haven't you done enough damage? You have already managed to seperate lovers from one another with your random affairs. You have already comitted serious plagarism and you have manipulated enough people. Enough betrayal, start removing your guilt.
If you don't discover insight, the consequences will haunt you on your next trip and yes, please be aware that your change of consciousness should stay disclosed. I am trying to help you and to be free from guilt involves making changes towards the positive, not sharing stories that will worsen your position. Just start being honest with people, tell them the truth, apologise and resign without further discussion.
kindest regards,
xxx someone who managed to change....
The Monastery Of Gyütö, Tibet: «Le Grand noir (Mahākāla)» (excerpt) [mp3]
Subject: Last warning to be free from guilt
From: Your Consciousness (your@consciousness.com)
Sent: 27 January 2006 22:54:20
To: [email address withheld]
Last chance Mr Nicholson,
got more than one girlfriend? got several sexual relations going? been dishonest with money or work ?
I know about you Mr Nicholson and unfortunately you're playing around too many people. if you want all things good to stay good and live happily, you have to change and the first thing to do is to stop messing people around immediately and end all games you're playing and start being faithful to those in your close surrounding and honest and consequent to all others who you abuse for your holiday.
It's not alright that you travel into other central european countries smoothtalking innocent women, nor is it alright to be pretentious and pretend to be intellectually praised with wisdom. On the same note your academic affairs are to be seriously reflected on, don't you think? you cannot keep going with this constant manipulation. Don't lead someone around by the nose, whom you are not even planning to get serious with or were you really going to make that person believe you would move into a country where you don't even speak the language ? or would you dare to lure her out of a place where she could really attempt a serious carreer ? Haven't you done enough damage? You have already managed to seperate lovers from one another with your random affairs. You have already comitted serious plagarism and you have manipulated enough people. Enough betrayal, start removing your guilt.
If you don't discover insight, the consequences will haunt you on your next trip and yes, please be aware that your change of consciousness should stay disclosed. I am trying to help you and to be free from guilt involves making changes towards the positive, not sharing stories that will worsen your position. Just start being honest with people, tell them the truth, apologise and resign without further discussion.
kindest regards,
xxx someone who managed to change....
Blind Willie Johnson: «Can't Nobody Hide from God» [mp3]
Subject: sorry Christopher
From: Your Consciousness (your@consciousness.com)
Sent: 28 January 2006 01:25:50
To: [email address withheld]
I'm afraid I have heard that if you're not able to take the right steps, you will not have a very long time left of happiness and health. A curse may plague you and will become a very unsuccessful and lonely person. You will continue your drug consumption and accidently consume something that will make you fall even deeper and into a hole in which all your attractiveness and charm will disappear. You will suffer damage to the brain and become very dependant on help and charity which you will get just as little as all others who have been punished with suffering for their betrayals and sinfull lives.
Your only chance is to become a good person. Abstain from all drug and illegal activity. Return to your family in Norway and settle down to a life with nationhood, marriage, children and loyality, faith in god in all his awe and righteousness and the belief that if you live as a peaceful and homely person, your place in the next life will be secured and your safety in this life as well, rest assured, but only if you do so sooner rather than later.
26.5.09
Music so Old It’s Up for Grabs 1: Skip James
Skip James: «Hard Time Killin' Floor Blues» [mp3]
Lord, I'm depressed. Not the clinical mental state; the financial crisis is finally scraping the lining of my pockets. So I thought a song from the Great Depression would be fitting on this idle, rainy day of no work (yet still no play).
Not that I fancy my state of affairs even remotely comparable to the hardships of the millions affected by the Great Depression—or the billions now in grave poverty all over the world. Still, I thought I'd give all of you who were neither filthy stinking rich nor wretchedly poor before this global recession fell upon us something for free, now that you need it. So here you go: Music that the copyright police can't arrest you or I for sharing, simply because it's too old. Heh!
Country bluesman Skip James (1902-1969) was from the US south; a mean and bitter grouch whose misogyny was only matched by his misanthropy and who, because of the Depression, variously tried his hand at being a plantation foreman, a preacher (Baptist and Methodist!), a pimp and various other shady professions. He was a religious man, of the kind who only ever invoked God whenever fantasising about the eternal suffering and punishment of those who (he imagined?) had crossed him. Sample lyric:
Lord, I'm depressed. Not the clinical mental state; the financial crisis is finally scraping the lining of my pockets. So I thought a song from the Great Depression would be fitting on this idle, rainy day of no work (yet still no play).Not that I fancy my state of affairs even remotely comparable to the hardships of the millions affected by the Great Depression—or the billions now in grave poverty all over the world. Still, I thought I'd give all of you who were neither filthy stinking rich nor wretchedly poor before this global recession fell upon us something for free, now that you need it. So here you go: Music that the copyright police can't arrest you or I for sharing, simply because it's too old. Heh!
Country bluesman Skip James (1902-1969) was from the US south; a mean and bitter grouch whose misogyny was only matched by his misanthropy and who, because of the Depression, variously tried his hand at being a plantation foreman, a preacher (Baptist and Methodist!), a pimp and various other shady professions. He was a religious man, of the kind who only ever invoked God whenever fantasising about the eternal suffering and punishment of those who (he imagined?) had crossed him. Sample lyric:
Somebody gonna wish they had religion
Somebody gonna wish they knew how to pray
Somebody gonna be so sorry that they laughed at me
You better get ready for that great day
My kind of guy!
But I digress. In 1931, James got a break when he was contracted to record several 78s. But the supremely talented and original bluesman's career was cut short almost immediately due to poor sales, a consequence of the Great Depression. A life of hustling and treachery followed, until he was found in a Washington DC hospital—friendless, abandoned and (in typical hypochondriac fashion) «dying»—by glorious and equally hateful fan of obscure 78s, maverick fingerpicker John Fahey, 33 years after James' last recording. For the next five years, Skip James experienced a revival that didn't give rise to gratitude as much as a bitterness at its belatedness, at the hands of an audience of white middle class, Socialist folkies he despised. (Naturally.) Then he died.
But long before that, back in 1931, he'd recorded the signature song for the Depression, «Hard Time Killin' Floor Blues». «Killing floor» refers to the abattoir, but was slang used as a colourful metaphor for hardship, be it romantic or economic.
And if you like this recording, check out James' '60s re-recording of the song, with clearer sound and by which time he'd developed a strange and decidedly chilling falsetto that renders the words all the more poignant, and ensures his place among the most unique blues singers in history…
Oh, and you might remember the song from this film:
But I digress. In 1931, James got a break when he was contracted to record several 78s. But the supremely talented and original bluesman's career was cut short almost immediately due to poor sales, a consequence of the Great Depression. A life of hustling and treachery followed, until he was found in a Washington DC hospital—friendless, abandoned and (in typical hypochondriac fashion) «dying»—by glorious and equally hateful fan of obscure 78s, maverick fingerpicker John Fahey, 33 years after James' last recording. For the next five years, Skip James experienced a revival that didn't give rise to gratitude as much as a bitterness at its belatedness, at the hands of an audience of white middle class, Socialist folkies he despised. (Naturally.) Then he died.
But long before that, back in 1931, he'd recorded the signature song for the Depression, «Hard Time Killin' Floor Blues». «Killing floor» refers to the abattoir, but was slang used as a colourful metaphor for hardship, be it romantic or economic.
And if you like this recording, check out James' '60s re-recording of the song, with clearer sound and by which time he'd developed a strange and decidedly chilling falsetto that renders the words all the more poignant, and ensures his place among the most unique blues singers in history…
Oh, and you might remember the song from this film:
Enjoy—it's free!
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