quill's listening history
This is an old track - I had a version of it up before - but I am away from music right now, and I found this track in my files. It is the moment when the idea came to visit, and it was exciting to remember that, and I want to send the download…
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My new trio. This is just us, warming up at the beginning of our last rehearsal before our first gig. Just stupid stuff - you know, foolin' around in E and suchlike - but the guitar sound is wonderful, best sound I've ever had. One mic, corner…
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The first time we played this tune, the drummer and I played it, spontaneously, almost exactly as this recording documents. But we'd never heard it before, had no chart, Kelly was just playing it on the bass and singing a bit, and our parts just…
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Nothin' new - this track replaces a different version of the same tune your Quill had up for a while. Missing this trio a bit; musing over some old tracks; thinkin' the loose feel and the reckless solo and the nice smoky vocal in this version…
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Well there's one kind favour I'll ask of you
See that my grave is kept clean
Well there's two white horses in a line
Carryin' me to my buryin' ground
Dig my grave with a silver spade
And lower me down with a golden chain
If you ever…
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comes to the senses
a sweetness so sweet
and deep
that the tongue curls
and presses
hard inside the
mouth
holding, for a moment, and for another
the throat catches
closes
so the sweetness cannot pass…
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Another little tune-sketch from your ever-incomplete but always searching friend, Quill.
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Well it seems your quill is alone rather a lot, of late. The silver lining - and surely it has to be a trick of the light, that shimmer on things, redoubtably more mercurial than arg-arg-argentic - is time freely spend a-practicin', and even the…
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In the woods by a waterfall
power, from the water's course,
sparkles the air
a few coils of wire and some magnets later ...
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This is in some boring typical genre. I just can't figure out which one. Perhaps Wiccan dances for epileptics? Not sure.
In Cold Hell, in Thicket is a microtonal musical setting of Charles Olsen reading his poem in 1950 as provided by PennSound…
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