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Jan 5, 2012
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dont ever use my tumblr anymore cause they’re pretty lame but been listening to this song on repeat all night and it’s not anywhere streamable // // ahwlee - stay.(sloppi)


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Sep 5, 2011
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"no whiteness (lost) is so white as the memory / of whiteness," wrote Williams. but one can lose the memory of whiteness, too.


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Aug 31, 2011
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"Try to imagine what it will be like to go to sleep and never wake  up… now try to imagine what it was like to wake up having never gone  to sleep."

"Try to imagine what it will be like to go to sleep and never wake up… now try to imagine what it was like to wake up having never gone to sleep."


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Aug 31, 2011
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ermmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

kinda sucks that i don’t post over here anymore unless i’m promoting myself but uhhhh… http://lotsoflettershere.bandcamp.com/album/um-ah

just released my first full length type thing, don’t know if it can be called an album but i am anyways.. full title is: Um [mystic nonsense on the radio waves coming out of the dark] / Ah [she is not divine]

ah, hm. i’m not very used to writing about my music, so uh - here goes. this is an album made mostly in my room during the late hours of the night / early hours of the morning. i don’t express my emotions in a vocal form nearly enough and so this album is sort of a big release of everything i’ve felt / a recording of my mindstate over the course of the past year. i started teaching myself about music one year ago almost to the day and so, to me this a big marker, an important mile-stone. the first half of the album documents the lighter side of the emotional spectrum and is filled with more floaty, dreamy beautiful pieces whereas the second half contrasts that with a group of tracks that were made during the days i felt most despondent. weed or psychedelics probably make this album more enjoyable.

heavily influenced by the books, odd time signatures, people with hoarding problems and weed.
this is an album about human loneliness, depression and having a good time while high.

i envisioned this shit to be a bit more smooth, oops.

ah, i knew i forgot something… this album sounds 100000000000x better in headphones. it’s an album made for an intimate listen / i’m too poor to afford speakers so everything is made / mixed for headphones.

so i hope you enjoy and feel free to share it around…. much love


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Aug 26, 2011
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uh ——————-

http://lotsoflettershere.bandcamp.com/

i’ve put out a small release of jazz tracks i’ve remixed / chopped up. maybe it’s something you’ll enjoy, maybe not. we’ll never know if you don’t try ;c


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May 26, 2011
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"But I tried though," he says. "Goddammit, I sure as hell did that much, now, didn’t I?"


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May 24, 2011
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May 18, 2011
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"A day of dappled seaborne clouds. The phrase and the day and the scene harmonised in a chord.  Words.   Was it their colours?  He allowed them to glow and fade, hue after hue:  sunrise gold, the russet and green of apple orchards, azure of waves,  the greyfringed fleece of clouds.  No, it was not their colours: it was  the poise and balance of the period itself.  Did he then love the  rhythmic rise and fall of words better than their associations of legend  and colour?  Or was it that, being as weak of sight as he was shy of  mind, he drew less pleasure from the reflection of the glowing sensible  world through the prism of a language manycoloured and richly storied  than from the contemplation of an inner world of individual emotions  mirrored perfectly in a lucid supple periodic prose?”
i will never tire of this.

"A day of dappled seaborne clouds.

The phrase and the day and the scene harmonised in a chord. Words. Was it their colours? He allowed them to glow and fade, hue after hue: sunrise gold, the russet and green of apple orchards, azure of waves, the greyfringed fleece of clouds. No, it was not their colours: it was the poise and balance of the period itself. Did he then love the rhythmic rise and fall of words better than their associations of legend and colour? Or was it that, being as weak of sight as he was shy of mind, he drew less pleasure from the reflection of the glowing sensible world through the prism of a language manycoloured and richly storied than from the contemplation of an inner world of individual emotions mirrored perfectly in a lucid supple periodic prose?”

i will never tire of this.


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May 14, 2011
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so touching..

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May 1, 2011
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Every man casts a shadow; not his body only, but his  imperfectly mingled spirit. This is his grief. Let him turn which way he  will, it falls opposite to the sun; short at noon, long at eve. Did you  never see it?


Every man casts a shadow; not his body only, but his imperfectly mingled spirit. This is his grief. Let him turn which way he will, it falls opposite to the sun; short at noon, long at eve. Did you never see it?