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Monday, July 2, 2012. And entitled The Folk of Digital Primitive. This is not an urban avant-garde but a diffuse collection of people who came of age in a world were the image knows no boarder and sounds are free. Many live outside the major centres but communicate and publicise their work via the Net. Thursday, May 31, 2012. Who produced the album art.
Check out the video below. I was this song played at my funeral. I found this a couple years ago. I like it a lot. It only makes me happy every time I watch it. Watch it all the way through. Kid Cudi Vampire Weekend Converse.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010. Here comes some new flavor from a variety of artists and lets not forget its 60 degrees in the Chi right now. Snoop Dogg ft Nipsey Hussle and Kurupt. Always nice to hear snoop bringing it. Too Short and George Clinton-Fo Yo Sorrows. Thursday, March 4, 2010. Not gonna lie, pret.
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Taking Blue Mountain By Stages. One man floating on Portage Bay in a barge filled with noisy toys.
A Boombox Is Not A Toy. Blunderbuss, by Jack White. Jack White does what he wants. Marrying a red-headed British model at the convergence of two rivers in South America. And subsequently throwing a divorce party. His first solo record and newest release,.
Mankind is terrified of silence, is uncomfortable in the quiet, is this the reason they need so much going on around them that is noisy? Monday, March 19, 2012. Neither did my wife, I did it. My hearing aids are very small, are camouflaged and like to hide from me.
Surviving in the late 20th century. Posted by that Aussie Boomer. And you, pale Brigid, with night-black hair,. You slump so still and low,. What do you hide in your half-closed eyes. You do not speak and only move. To watch the passing night. Behind that mask of brooding,. 8211; just the four of us,. From different worlds we coexist. 8211; inside a moving train.
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