let spring inside you - a season of grief. a season of beginning. let spring happen to you. filled with melancholic acoustic reflections from adrienne lenker to laura marling
warm winter sun - deep winter sunsets that turn your bedroom orange. filled with songs from the rolling stones to shuggie otis.
to my lesbian lover - for deep lesbian longing. from fleetwood mac to caroline rose this playlist is powerfully lesbian
yes, the summer refuses to end - for when the summer seems endless, you'll carry on feeling this way forever. light and fruity vibes from khruangbin to U.S Girls
temporarily here - for the times in between, places, people, phases in your life. on the road. crashing on a friends sofa. moving across country. it's all temporary but it's yours. melodic musings from perfume genius to moses sumney
you invented romance - do all lovers feel like they're inventing something? if you feel that this playlist is for you. powerful songs from nina simone to sam cooke
blue baby blue - a love letter as a playlist. she likes the colour blue and now you see the world in shades of blue. From angel olsen to brittany howard
constantly shapeshifting - you are a constantly changing thing. listen when you need to move. need to change. need to remind yourself you are not a stagnant thing. from sevdaliza to kelsey lu
new beginnings - you are at the beginning of something new. soft music from st. south to joni mitchell
burnt matches and candle wax - listen to over a candle lit dinner. company can be you, a candle and an open window. this is all you need. the smoothest of songs from duke ellington to dorothy ashby
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Here comes the sun, little darlin'
Here comes the sun, I say
It's all right
It's all right
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…..as the expression goes… adventure is deadly but routine is dangerous… yep!… with the mindset of a 20 something travelling throughout Europe on my Yamaha 650cc motorbike for a year in 1980 was a bigger than life anarchist undertaking… common sense, maturity and logic combined did not sway me from my grandiose scheme… a reckless undertaking in homage to being young and living life without worrying about fitting into society, as I was the society… with basic ethical values that being nice to people was all that is required of me and you know what, it made for good karma too… yeah!, all good and well but let’s face it… debauchery, weed and to a lesser extent booze was also an integral part of my scheme… certainly not too noble but definitely very human…..
… so, in 1980 at age 20… riding my motorcycle from Portugal to southern France (and eventually hitchhiking to UK, loved punk music)… though, always seeking warmer climates and it was also quite a long, long journey which required several days… this was the time before Ipods and entertainment was self-made, not bought or served by a young nerdy clerk (with too much acne to work in the cosmetics section) from an electronics department store shelf…
… with the roaming thunderous sound of 650cc’s jolting quiet country roads into chaos… your adorable yours truly would sing to pass the time… now, I will be the first to admit my singing voice leaves a lot to be desired… and when I sang at our house my brother would implore me to shut the fuck up… justifiably so too… but here I was, somewhere in Europe with a motorcycle wrapped by my testicles and my head locked into a motorcycle helmet with a fogged up and saliva drenched visor… belching this one line…Oh! Sinnerman, where you gonna run to? … as this was all I bothered to memorize… perhaps it was selective memory as I felt only this line was a propos…… this resonated so true…a fool I was not…cause a fool would not know he is running away from himself and/or sins……….
…off to Santiago de compostela…… today, 61 years old (an adorable 61, I must add) …still an anarchist (less hair) but with slightly more money & credit card in pocket … the ethical values unchanged except with the addition of spirituality and even more kindness… hoping to set off again on another camino pilgrimage seeking answers to my existence…. … but this time with the notion….that there is more ‘good’ to people than the bad I read in the daily tabloid newspapers or media…
… existentialism? …..will I find the answers, of course not… as having all the answers defies the purpose of living… what I will find, is that life is simply too beautiful and perplexing and for now, I’m just too much of a mortal to understand………...nevertheless, I will indulge myself in the absurdity of looking at questions with no answers available in this life form… but unlike my youth, I will do this without debauchery or weed but will plunge into meditation…… it’s the lucidity perspective of introspection which gets me smiling… love may be a drug but hope is the driving force … will I ever wise up or even grow up? …… not yet, as I am still traumatized by puberty…LOL.
NINA SIMONE: TRUE INSPIRATIONS. vOLUME 2.
NINA SIMONE: TRUE INSPIRATIONS. vOLUME 2.
A prodigy of jazz lead, an activist and an avant garde prodigy.
By Mike Alexander: Music Columnist
A vast amount of the amazing story of Nina Simone’s life has been covered already.
From her beginnings as a child piano prodigy in the humble surroundings of North Carolina, through her classical training as a young student, her foray into the world of Jazz and soul (largely as a means to an…
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Nina Simone - "Brown Eyed Handsome Man"
From the album High Priestess Of Soul
Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm
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You've got to learn to show a happy face
Although you're full of misery
You mustn't show a trace of sadness
Never look for sympathy...
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Baltimore - Nina Simone (Baltimore, 1978)
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This was probably my first proper digital illustration. Of a Queen nonetheless.
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As I take the time to listen the song and read over the lyrics of 'Assume form' by James Blake..zisuka nje inqondo afloats with the Melody of the piano and the sound of his voice, it is as if he right next to me, speaking through and to me.... Way before the spoken word, telling me to leave the world I'm in and to afloat with him wherever the wind may take us... Well let's 😌✨ immediately as I leave, the strongest hold that lingers In mind tells me to stay, that he's a trickster just like all the others but unfortunately..too late the beats of the sticks slightly hitting the drums overpowers the voice..oh well up up and away we go...this road seems familiar, yet the destination isn't for certain...closing my eyes trying to retrace my steps hope I don't trip and fall this time
With the spoken word already worded out, James might as well catch me and the feelings he's let loose in me....the trust he's earned in just a short space of time... I guess that's what happens when this particular feature (based on my previous post) Music brings people together and help them deal with the version of events and expression In their daily lives....
He makes me feel lighter, warmer more clear.
As I being to listen to the song, I need not be guilty but the sound of her voice and the melody of the piano, makes one seemly in a 'hunny I'm home, been a long day at work typa lie.'
And for that particular reason I can't help but be guilty...the assurance in her voice leaves me feeling uncertain yet so full of warmth that it fuses my heart, makes me feel as if I have really found a real now... someone who truly is in it till the end...is this what heaven feels like...is this how God feels each time we sin and come back to him seeking for forgiveness...I ask this because He's forever close to women than he could ever be to men... giving em the capacity to birth their creation and fill their world with love, becoming their own very world... I'm sorry it's all on Nina... she had me at the palm of her hand and I couldn't resist the temptation of going out of my world a bit and afloat these thoughts. I know now why I always come home by that I mean how she's stuck on repeat, how she's manage to keep me telling a tale, infused with love on the brain and in my soul, how she sensationalized the melody and how it's now stuck in my head...how I crave to be held in the way her words hold me...one thing is for sure though,
She is one woman I could never be but crave to be
No need for an explanation but just for you to come back to me, be mine , come home to me
After all has been said and done
Hush now don't explain
Just be with me
For eternity... really has me in my feels
You've got to learn to leave the table
When love's no longer being served.
You’ve Got to Learn by Nina Simone
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someday i will also write my chapter specifically on nina simone’s covers of songs by jewish songwriters (leonard cohen, bob dylan, kurt weill) and how her covers of their work not only reframed those songs through a lens of black political performance but additionally create a new sonic space of black-jewish solidarity
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When I get that mood indigo
I could lay me down and die
Rainbow goth is my new fave vibe... like pastel goth is over... rainbow goth is itttttt!!!
A sweet vampire hanging out with their toad familiar in their queer bedroom!
Loved drawing @bluntweapons and they inspire me so much 🦂
my favorite duo
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Nina Simone: Mississippi Goddam / Moon Over Alabama (medley)
This is the medley she sang when Dr Martin Luther King Jr was murdered in Memphis. Listen Carefully when she changes the lyrics, because this is the only recorded version of this - and its specifically to pay tribute to MLK