ambres

Natty Brooker benefit 15-07-2010

2010-07-26T17:12:00.008+02:00

and i wasn't there!....

for the one who doesn't know who Natty Brooker is:

Revolution

the end of Walking with Jesus

Revolution again different angle

Suicide

Do you have more clips to add let me know!

Update 2 august

Revolution dif angle

Walking with Jesus dif angle

Suicide

50 questions for Ambres

2010-05-25T23:09:00.008+02:00

50 things you have never been asked until about 30 seconds from now ... (and perhaps with good reason)...

1. What color is your toothbrush?
its white now..

2. Name one person who made you smile today:
my Honey! (and a American who said that Geert Wilders looks like Mozart..)

3. What were you doing at 8 am this morning?
sleeping and dreaming that i lived close to woods with Moors around.. (maby it was because i saw the fantastic movie of Warmerdam “De laatste dagen van Emma Blank” not long ago.

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?
getting my clothes from my balcony

5. What is your favorite candy bar?
mars? i buy them rarely

6. Have you ever been to a strip club?
no haven't and wont! imaging the folks who visit those places.. *Remember the funny scene in Lost in Translation ?

7. What is the last thing you said aloud?
*HAHA* like Nelson Muntz when a bullfighter was severe hit during a bullfight.

8. What is your favorite ice cream flavor?
Mango did Ben & Jerry used that in one of their flavors?

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?
Coffee

10. Do you like your wallet?
When its full!

11. What was the last thing you ate?
Rice, Salmon and a Salad of Rucola (Eruca sativa also known as rocket or arugula), Scallion, Chives and Thyme.

12. Have you bought any new clothing items this week?
nope

13. The last sporting event you watched?
Football match (only short tho)

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?
Salty

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to?
My Honey!

16. Ever go camping?
Yes, vacation and Music festival but i'm not a fan

17. Do you take vitamins daily?
The pills? No of course not! its nearly always unnecessary Read

18. Do you go to church every Sunday?
No

19. Do you have a tan?
No i avoid the sunlight

20. Do you prefer Chinese food over pizza?
Not necessarily The food i had in *Beijing was heavenly! But a good pizza – with Gorgonzola…

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?
Im not a kid anymore! Im a man who drinks Straight from the bottle!

22. What did your last text message say?
that's private!

23. What are you doing tomorrow?
Study /write applications / Listen to the new MGMT

24. WHERE IS 24?!?
skipped.

25. Look to your left, what do you see?
a kitchen and Honey a Cleaned kitchen! (although i could have put the milk in the fridge..)

26. What color is your watch?
Black with a “tender red glow” LIP

27. What do you think of when you hear of Australia?
The Songlines

28. What is your birthstone?
*Feldspar and some others.. can i forget them now? pfff

29. Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive thru?
i nearly never visit them

30. What is your favorite number/s?
♥ 37 ♥ need to say more? 8)

31. Who's the last person you talked to on the phone?
My Honey!

32. Any plans today?
Finish my book

33. How many states have you lived in?
does not apply

34. Biggest annoyance right now?
Noisy neighbors slamming the doors

35. Last song listened to?
Longstone - Surrounded by glass (live) (great sounds!)

36. Can you say the alphabet backwards?
look Honey I can do it Vertical!!!
a
b
c
d
e
f
g
h
i
j
k
l
m
n
o
p
q
r
s
t
u
v
w
x
yz

aaah failed!

37. Do you have a maid clean your house?
no but “a man needs a maid”

38. Favorite pair of shoes you wear all the time?
Nhe but my *walking-shoes* i wear often

39. Are you jealous of anyone?
yes but only general characters

40. Is anyone jealous of you?
cant imagine

41. Do you love anyone?
My Honey!

42. Do any of your friends have children?
Yes but is that still a friend..

43. What do you usually do during the day?
Reading listening watching breathing waiting

44. Do you hate anyone that you know right now?
A couple of neighbors with loud music (in their cars)

45. Do you use the word 'hello' daily?
No “hoi!”

46. What color is your car?
next

47. Do you like cats?
I HATE the Cats “one way wind.. one way wind..” brrrr its stuck in mind get it out aaaaarrrgggg

48. Are you thinking about someone right now?
She is Always here!

49. Have you ever been to Six Flags?
Don't think so

50. How did you get your worst scar?
Im a freak of nature..

Long time no see..

2010-05-25T17:16:00.001+02:00

so lets dance with the Lumerians!

Dance Party Revival 6 - Lumerians from lumerians on Vimeo.

its quiet in Amsterdam

2009-12-04T00:17:00.001+01:00

another of Rames Shaffy

2009-12-04T00:03:00.001+01:00

Ramses Shaffy

2009-12-03T22:34:00.015+01:00

a famous Dutch artist died a few days ago. I always loved this song.

"People dont be afraid to life!"

Cheers on him!

a very quick and bit drunk translation. The songs is called Pastorale. The female is Lisabeth List.

Mijn hemel blauw met gouden harp
my heaven blue with a golden harp
Mijn wolkentorens, ijskristallen
my towerlikeclouds, icecristals
Kometen, manen en planeten, aah alles draait om mij
comets, moons and planets, aaah all spins around me
En door de witte wolkenpoort tot diep onder de golven
and trough a white cloudy gate till deep under the waves
Boort mijn vuur, mijn liefde, zich in de aarde
penetrates my fire, my love, in the earth
En bij het water speelt een kind
and close to the water plays a child
En alle schelpen die het vindt gaan blinken als ik lach
and all the shells that it finds blink when i smile

'k Hou van je warmte op mijn gezicht
i Love your warmth on my face
Ik hou van de koperen kleur van je licht
I love the copper colour that is your light
Ik geef je water in mijn hand
I give you water in my hand

En schelpen uit het zoute zand
And shells from the salty sand
Ik heb je lief, zo lief
I love you, love you so much

Ik scheur de rotsen met mijn stralen
I rip the rocks with my beams
Verhoog de meren in de dalen en
Heightening up all the lakes in the valley’s
Onweersluchten doe ik vluchten, aah als de regen valt
Thunderclouds i dissolve, aah if the rain falls
Verberg je ogen in een hand
Hide your eyes in a hand
Voordat m'n glimlach ze verbrandt
Before my smile burns them
M'n vuur, m'n liefde, mijn gouden ogen
My fire, my love, my golden eyes
't Is beter als je nog wat wacht
Its better that you wait a little more

Want even later komt de nacht en schijnt de koele maan
Because a little later the night will come and a cool moon shines..

De nacht is te koud, de maan te grijs
The night is too cold, the moon too grey
Toe neem me toch mee naar je hemelpaleis
Take me with you in your palace in heaven
Daar wil ik zijn alleen met jou
There i want to be alone with you
En stralen in het hemelblauw
And vibrate with you in heavenly blue
Ik heb je lief, zo lief
I love You, Love you so much

Als ik de aarde ga verwarmen
If i go warmth the earth
Laat ik haar leven in m’n armen
I let her live in my arms
Van sterren weefde ik het verre, aah het noorderlicht
From stars i weaved infinity, aah the northern light
Maar soms ben ik als kolkend lood
But sometimes i'm like boiling lead

Ik ben het leven en de dood
I’m life i’m death
In vuur, in liefde, in alle tijden
In fire, in love, through all times
M'n kind ik troost je, kijk omhoog
My child i comfort you, look Up
Vandaag span ik mijn regenboog
Today i brace my rainbow
Die is alleen voor jou
only for you

Nee nooit sta ik een seconde stil
No never i will stop for a second
'k Wil liever branden neem me mee
I would rather burn take me with you
Geen mens kan mij dwingen wanneer ik niet wil
No human can force me when i don't want too
Wanneer je vanavond gaat slapen in zee
When you go sleep tonight in sea
Geen leven dat ik niet begon
No life that i didn't start
En vliegen langs jouw hemelbaan
And fly along your flight through heaven
Je kunt niet houden van de zon
You cant love the sun
Ik wil niet meer bij jou vandaan
I wont leave you ever!

Ik heb je lief, zo lief
I love you, love you so much
Ik heb je lief, zo lief
I love you, love you so much
Ik heb je lief, zo lief
I love you, love you so much
Ik heb je lief
I Love You

tonger

2009-10-19T18:49:00.006+02:00

cut from the local newspaper

"God fan wrâld en alter,
Slaan acht op ús geskriem,
ús lieders binn’ net al te,
it libben wurdt fergriemd;
de dikke beurs hat honger,
it domme praat is baas,
fergun ús wer jo tonger,
ferlos ús fan’t geblaas".

first part of a poem by Eppie Dam from the new book "Giftige Simmer". (For the people who can't read it its in Frisian).

Its based on a poem of Chesterton that follows under.

O God of earth and altar, bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter, our people drift and die;
The walls of gold entomb us, the swords of scorn divide;
Take not Thy thunder from us, but take away our pride.

From all that terror teaches, from lies of tongue and pen,
From all the easy speeches that comfort cruel men;
From sale and profanation of honor and the sword;
From sleep and from damnation, deliver us, good Lord!

Tie in a living tether, the prince and priest and thrall;
Bind all our lives together, smite us and save us all;
In ire and exultation aflame with faith and free,
Lift up a living nation, a single sword to Thee.

"oh deed I do"

2009-10-18T18:24:00.004+02:00

A briliant song by Elyse (Elyse Weinberg) from the album with the same name. Melancholic & hypnotic how the song flows and fills up more and more.. hear those out of tune flutes (which remind me of the original song Lament (flexie disk version) of The Cure)
I discovered this album because Neil Young plays on houses. I just read that Dinosaur Jr covered that song on the Deluxe version of Farm. That i must have.

"Oh deed i do" is written by Bert Jansch.

You can find the song here

The lyrics:

"Now, it makes no difference what you do, I love you, babe.
Well, I need your lovin', I need it bad, oh deed I do.
Now, you don't believe me when I say I love you, babe.
I wanna know the score, all I want is more, oh deed I do.
I wanna lay you down, prove to you I love you, babe.
I wanna turn you on to my lovin', babe, Oh deed I do.
I got the blues like a Gypsy Dave never has, babe.
I got a jealous dream of losing you, oh deed I have.
Now I can never say I'd ever miss you, gal,
'Cause I'm proud as a king, I wanna hear you saying Oh deed I do.
Won't you break my mind and take your time to love me, babe.
You've shattered my brain with a mean saying, oh deed you have.
And you've taken every thought of love I'm thinkin', babe,
you've hung them high, gonna let them dry beneath the sun.
I'm gonna bend the bones that hold my blues together, babe.
I'm gonna stretch the string that my troubles bring to me each night.
I'm gonna sing a song with words that say I love you, babe.
I say I need your lovin' and need it bad, Oh deed I do.
Now, it makes no difference what you do, I love you, babe.
Well, I need your lovin', I need it bad, oh deed I do".

Silence.. PLEASE......

2009-10-11T21:21:00.004+02:00

“Silence is a fence around wisdom”

so Thats why my neigbours are noisy. My nerfffs are crumbling..

problems with playing clips

2008-11-15T18:24:00.003+01:00

I read its a well know problem that Firefox has problems playing the embedded clips from youtube. I hope they clear that up in the next update. Otherwise use IE instead.

REM

2008-11-15T17:18:00.004+01:00

to tease my Honey a bit..

here a list of clips from Green my favourite album of REM. Sadly REM is mostly accociated with there later hits like Shiny Happy People and Loosing My Religions song i cant hear anymore too. Green was just before. Many find Automatic For The People there best maby because it was there first REM album. Green has much from there later style in it. So have a go and tell em if you like it or hate them still as much hehe.

Popsong '89 "hello i love you.."

silly song silly clip. This one is uncencored.

Get Up

One of my favourite songs

"Sleep delays my life (get up, get up)
Where does time go? (get up, get up, get up)
I don't know
Sleep, sleep, sleepy head (get up, get up, get up)
Wake it up...up (get up, get up)
You've got all your life (way up ahead) (get up, get up, get up)

Dreams they complicate my life (Dreams they complement my life)

I've seen you laying pined (get up, get up)
I've seen you laying pined (get up, get up)
Life is rough...rough (get up, get up, get up)
I've seen you laying down (get up)
With the loving kind (get up, get up)
I know life is hard...hard (where goes your time?)
Where to turn? Where to turn?

Dreams they complicate my life (Dreams they complement my life)

Dreamtime...

Dreams they complicate my life (Dreams they complement my life)
This time, no escape, I wake up. (get up, get up)"

what does "I've seen you laying pined" means?

You Are The Everything

You have been here and you are everything

its not the entire song but nice footage.

Stand

a singalong lol some will hate it maby i think its funny

World Leader Pretend

recorded at Pinkpop a festival in the Netherlands. I have this concert at cd and played this a lot. This is the best song on the album great lyrics. If you skip all the vids so far then only play this one.

I sit at my table and wage war on myself
It seems like it's all...it's all for nothing
I know the barricades, and
I know the mortar in the wall breaks
I recognize the weapons, I used them well

This is my mistake. Let me make it good
I raised the wall, and I will be the one to knock it down

oooh my those years a long time ago. The intro here is not on the album *we live as we dream alone.. and i always hear that voice yelling from the audience *yeahh..

The Wrong Child

a delicate song

Orange Crush

only lousy clips so a soundclip instead.
That hunting guitar riff Its amazing!! if never get bored of this one..
"The line "I've got my spine, I've got my Orange Crush" may refer to the damage to the central nervous system that soldiers contracted as a side effect of Agent Orange."

briljant!

Turn you inside out

i'm a big fan of the guitar playing of Peter Buck. That "jangle"..

Hairshirt

only one lousy recorded clip again so a audio one. Reminds me of the summer of 1992 sticky warm no change everyday was the same.

I Remember California

geee one of the two clips eh im stunnend that they choose this music for this!

Untitled Song

the last song of the album.

"This world is big and so-awake
I stayed up late to hear your voice
This light is here to keep you warm
This song is here to keep you strong

I made a list of things to say
But all I really want to say
All I really want to say is
Hold her and keep him strong
While I'm away from here
Hold her and keep her strong
While I'm away from here

I've seen the world and so-awake
And stay up late to hear me sing
Just hold her
I've seen the world and so-awake
And stay up late to hear me sing
Just hold him
Hold her and keep her strong
While I'm away from here
Hold him and keep him strong
While I'm away from here

Black Ice and more..

2008-10-30T22:28:00.006+01:00

a week ago i found these, a for me unknown band, at youtube. A great mix of spooky old dark wave, Lydia Lunch & fi. Siouxsie and the Banshees.

Black Ice - Severed

Think you like this Honey!

here one other vid of them:

Black Ice - Invisible

it reminds me of Lydia Lunch (her voice specially). I cant find much clips of her on Youtube but here are two lol on the first one she doesn't sing and on the second well..:

Lydia Lunch - Dance of The Death Childeren

before i forget she made (with Sonic youth) one of the most brilliant songs ever Deathvalley 69 which i cant embed here prob due to copyrights but click the link. Sonic Youth play this life but whats this song without Lydia Lunch! What brilliant piece!

last song is also from a for me unknown band

The Electrocution Boys - A Dissappearance

the comments say it hasn't been released yet well do that soon indeed!

Madness

2008-10-22T22:40:00.003+02:00

For me this is perfect funny total Madness!!

and i have to quote a comment on you tube

*13eddie13
Alright... so I've viewed this video twice...

Who were the other 270 masochists?

i was number 356! which one are you??

Killing Joke

2008-10-18T14:15:00.002+02:00

One of the best bands ever! And im glad i saw them one time life. Overwhelming and one of the best live acts i ever saw. One thing i remember he jelled "laat het gaan! waaah waaah (I always think he said it dutch haha) yeaah scream let is come out!!
Two brilliant clips on you tube.

Unspeakable

"Facts and figures the clocks turn backwards
Facts and figures turn anticlockwise
Many signposts leading to the same place
I wonder who chose the colour scheme it's very nice
Unspeakable!

Keep running 'cos it's nightmare time
Every direction leading to the same place
I wonder who chose the colour scheme it's very nice
I wonder who chose the colour scheme it's very nice
Unspeakable!"

Exit

"noise turns darker the moments pass
but the drums keep thundering in familiar way
outside the legions multiply
by and by - you're still alive
getting nowhere - can't find no way

discord dances discord earth
'cos ego ego taking the fame
harvest thanks didn't go quite right

noise turns darker the moments pass
but the drums keep thundering in familiar way
by and by - i'm still aliveoutside the legions multiply"

RVU "Voor Elkaar"

2008-10-17T10:31:00.002+02:00

"Voor Elkaar" is a new program on public tv broadcaster RVU. Its a simpel format. There are people who need help. Help with cooking, to be just company for a day, a walk over the market, help for finishing rebuilding a house. The people are ill or old so they cant do it or are lonely. A presenter asks random (local) people on the street if they want to help them. How willing/open are the Dutch? "No no time no time, nothing for me, im not handy" is many times the answer. A girl reply's the host "so many people are so busy with themselves. It will be hard to find them". What would i say? I first would def walk around the camera lol.

I find it so sweet of the people who agreed to help. They all reply how great they find the experience to help (without pay but just to give help being social). It makes me teary eyed when i see that old woman -who is blind so she couldn't visit her old neigbourhood (-market) anymore and now she can again with help from a volunteer- answering: "This is the most beautiful day in my live.."

To bad no subtitles but maby its still nice to watch. Btw click on "Voor Elkaar" to watch.

String: Blog Action Day 2008

2008-10-14T20:51:00.005+02:00

My Honey made a discussion posty about poverty. I wanted to reply but it got a bit long. Many arguments came up while writing it. In the end i decided to make it fit for a post on my blog.

reply to Atomic:

Hmm it’s a complicated matter. I personally never knew what real poverty is. We only had to “be careful”, we ate lousy bread and i wore all my brothers’ old clothes (10 years outdated!). These days I see it as a lesson... I learn to save. (Eh...)

Personally i only give money to charity. But many don’t believe it helps.
The Dutch as a country give 0.8% of the “total gross national income" to “development co-operations” (charity; hope I translated that correct). That’s a huge amount. Actually I’m bit proud of it; there are foreign countries who give more in whole but less as per citizen. Also must be said that the Dutch government mostly really pay! There are countries who Offer to help promise certain amount to donate but never really give. The mouth is faster then the wallet.
But lately, since we have a growing right winged population, people call (shout) to lower that 0.8% or even to stop that- period. They give multiple arguments:

The most important one is that the money is often misused. For instance when given to corrupt country you often have to pay certain persons first before getting it to the right-people. And second why donate a country which is at war? The money has no “save ground” for to be invested in the long run. Many see Africa as a hopelessly-by war-divided-bottomless well. We give and give and give…
Then there is the bold racism argument. Money donate on Islamic countries is less & less (not) popular.
The argument that the money is not properly invested locally I can understand. Maby it was given to easy? The money is used short termed and not invested for the future. Of course that has many reasons. (Well if I’m hungry now I don’t think of buying/saving grain to sow next year? And next year there will probably be again). One is lack of knowledge; how to properly invest. Next is maybe motivation.
A real good argument is that the invested money is destroying local economics. Notorious is the help for Ethiopia. The hunger was severe. Then the West gave so much free grain… from The West! that the grain which Africa grows itself couldn’t compete. Local farmers went bankrupt and well consequences are obvious.
So what can we do? The West can be blamed for poverty and wars in Africa. The cold war wasn’t fought directly but there. So we morally have to do something and wars may not stop us. As big providers of guns we first have to stop to deliver them. Obvious it wont help much there are so many who eagerly willing to take it over (and the West prob use that as an argument to deliver So we still have bit control!). Countries must not get the change to borrow too much money to get in debt. The corrupt systems don’t care about the future. The West must not give their superfluous food. Or make conditions (buy our grain from the money we give you). The UN must organize a worldwide ban on collaboration with corrupt systems. Like Mugabe’s. It doesn’t help if the West bans him while other countries jump in. Then liberation and stimulation of equal rights for woman which comes with education (birth controle is important). The West has to open their markets for products from third world countries. But one legal argument is that the food has to have same *health inspections/ warranties. That’s expensive for them and so they can’t compete. It’s one of the reasons the West ban them or hmm maybe the one they use to save their own markets!
But do I say something new here aren't they well know?
One of the nicest ideas I only read about last years but it existed from way back (btw our future queen is active in this) is Microcredit. I couldn’t say it better then here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Microcredit please read it. A great way to stimulate local development with responsibility. Also read the part about woman! There is also criticism on this.
It’s a bit of a mix of what I think and what generally is thought here. Maybe it’s a start for a further debate?

Greetings,
Ambres

(ps.What people generally think won't say they are my ideas. I could make many more remarks but i hope its sufficiënt for now).

The Smiths

2008-10-12T00:26:00.003+02:00

I think in my life time there will be never i band like The Smiths again. One could say its because you never be 20 again. Maby.. maby "those feelings" are over indeed but i dont believe that anybody (a band) can make such a genius combination of clever lyrics with such brilliant music ever again.
I sometimes think of the best band ever. That's impossible depends on the time when you choose but now i would choose for The Smiths. Imagine they wrote only one lousy song! "Work is a 4 letter word".. and even then title is funny!
About The Smiths later more but during a youtubenight (that must be a normal word from now on) i found this clip..

Fleet Foxes "i liked P.I.L. more than the mp3 you sent me on msn.."

2008-10-11T21:14:00.005+02:00

well my Honey was talking about The Fleet Foxes. See my previous post. Yeah P.I.L. was great to hear again. But if you want to hear something new.. like *The Beach Boys specially *Pet Sounds, *Crosby Still Nash, a bit *Simon and Garfunkel en also reminders of Neil Young too lets just say a whole bunch of 60/70 at there best! then you have to listen to this.

Right from that harmonies of the great intro:

*Red squirrel in the morning,
Red squirrel in the evening,
Red squirrel in the morning, I'm coming to take you home.
(im jealous of that simple funny start)

there rises the mood for an amazing album!

lets check what Youtube has to offer btw i skip most of the *only sound clips from now on:

a nice harmony song on this clip (which is not on the album) the first song of the album: Sun It Rises

the next song/clip White Winter Hymnal can be downloaded from the Subpop site visit them for more info too and btw also for another clip and to purchase this album! I really LOVE this song i wanne wave with my arms at the start The song ends so subtle brilliantly sad.. lyrics its my favourite track.

it looks indeed that we are 30 year back watch Ragged Wood:

mmm i wanne play CCR again too! but what an amazing song! chills.. btw there are many names passing by Michael, Jesse, Oliver James

The next song: Tiger Mountain Peasant Song

recorded in a church. (The sound is bit lousy). The lyrics are great:

Wanderers this morning came by
Where did they go
Graceful in the morning light
To banner fair
To follow you softly
In the cold mountain air

Through the forest
Down to your grave
Where the birds wait
And the tall grasses wave
They do not
know you anymore

Dear shadow alive and well
How can the body die
You tell me everything
Anything true

In the town one morning I went
Staggering through premonitions of my death
I don't see anybody that dear to me

Dear shadow alive and well
How can the body die
You tell me everything
Anything true

Jesse
I don't know what I have done
I'm turning myself to a demon
I don't know what I have done
I'm turning myself to a demon

next song: Quiet Houses

Come to me
Come to me
Come to me
Come to me!!

with a Pet Sounds feel.. it even has the mumbeling but you hear that better on the cd.

"let your hair grow long... with He Doesn't Know Why

do i see there the goats from "The Pet Sounds" cover??

to the next atmosferic song Heard them Stirring there is not a clip. Only a sound only.

a for me chilling song Your protector

maby this one reminds me most to CCR.. bit swampy.

also from the next one there is no clip. Meadowlarks. Great great simple guitar. Love the production.

how many great bands weren't already on David Letterman (btw to bad Letterman is not on Dutch TV anymore) now Fleet Foxes with Blue Ridge Mountains
ok i have to tell his voice reminds me of Paul Young. (Thats not a recommandation for most after that most horrible alltime cover he did but he made even worse songs!. Honey don't click the link i warn you!!).
With that Big Country guitar bit REM it brings youth memories..

last song Oliver James

what a great album. Im a bad reviewer. I can only tell simply what i like and what it reminds me off. For me no subtitle eh reflections. Just that i played this many times already and that it makes me Long for american valleys with trees in autumn leaves maby a early snowfall.. scratchy records and the *creaking sound of open fire. Pass me the bottle please.. We don't need to talk to understand.

ps. Now lets hope they dont get too much cheers and feel to much pressure for the next album
ps.ps. if there are other readers which one do you prefer? P.I.L or Fleet Foxes?

P.I.L.

2008-10-05T00:49:00.010+02:00

was just at a birthparty where my brother in law played an album of P.I.L. That was a long time ago i played them for the last time. All my cd's are stored in boxes and randomly so i play them rarely. But "Second Edition" -hidden in them- also known as The Metal Box is still one of my all time favourite albums. The sharp voice of Lydon the noisy guitar and especially the hunting basslines of Jah Wobble still gives me shivers. Poptones (thank you Youtube there is again! a nice video of it) is my favourite song of that album.

"Drive to the forest in a Japanese car
The smell of rubber on country tar
Hindsight does me no good
Standing naked in this back of the woods
The cassette played poptones
I can't forget the impression you made
You left a hole in the back of my head
I don't like hiding in this foliage and peat
It's wet and i'm losing my body heat
The cassette played poptones
This bleeding heart
Looking for bodies
Nearly injured my pride
Praise picknicking in the British Countryside
Poptones"

Here a clip of Death Disco

(btw i always hear the previous song following im Waiting for the bass intro!)

Memories

the version on the cd is much better then this version

No clip but WHAT A BASS!! Albatross

i see "old" summernights troubles at school, smoking weed at my sleepingroom window, old lost friends my black cassette walkman with tdk tapes (that's antique now!) all very lousy but such a clear time too!

a silly clip where the bass is nearly unhearable *Swanlake

Next a no clip *Graveyard The end of the cd Radio4 Music is indeed one of the strongest ways to remember the past. Emotions to long to explain. Let me just post all the songs *No Birds(with some pics). Socialist Chant

Careering

bass bass give me bassssss The Suit

What a great song wow

Bad Baby
The opening line is great i always have to think of the beatles [strangly]

"Nearly ten thirty
I'm rising early
I've got an eye to buy the best
Before the rush
Someone left a baby
In the car part
Never any reason
Don't you listen
One more sob story
Some one is calling
Seen through the window
Calling through mirrors
Don't you listen
Don't interfere
Ignore it and
It will go away
Someone is calling
Don't you listen
Don't you listen
Someone is calling
Don't listen
Someone is calling
Don't you listen
Don't you listen"

This album is always so cheap so run to shops and buy it (unless you are my neigbour...!)

here one more version of Poptones because its such a briliant song

"Too much youtube kills the brain..."

2008-09-05T20:51:00.005+02:00

"..but its too much fun to resist. Therefore today The Cure. By accident i found this old concert of The Cure on You Tube. Amazingly i recognized a small part "The Final Sound" which is on the video "Staring at the Sea" as the intro for the "Play for Today" video. I always hoped to see that concert whole one day. Nice to know it was recorded and broadcasted in The Netherlands 18 July 1980. I was only 9! then.. This concert is just after Seventeen Seconds was released.
My first memories about The Cure are from 1984 when i saw Robert Smith wearing loads of make-up in "The Caterpillar" video and how strange we found that back then. Soon some had the same haircut.
My BEST memories are those with my Honey when we saw them in Rotterdam i cherish that moment for ever!

Part 1

In Your House - M

Part 2

Jumping Someone Elses Train -Another Journey by Train

Part 3

A Forest

Part 4

(That amazing Intro! brings sooo many memories!!)
The Final Sound - The Play For Today

it goes deep..

Der Erlkönig

2008-08-30T17:10:00.003+02:00

Der Erlkönig is a famous poem by Goethe. More information can be found here.

This is the text.

Original German

Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und Wind?
Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind;
Er hat den Knaben wohl in dem Arm,
Er faßt ihn sicher, er hält ihn warm.

"Mein Sohn, was birgst du so bang dein Gesicht?"
"Siehst, Vater, du den Erlkönig nicht?
Den Erlenkönig mit Kron und Schweif?"
"Mein Sohn, es ist ein Nebelstreif."

"Du liebes Kind, komm, geh mit mir!
Gar schöne Spiele spiel' ich mit dir;
Manch' bunte Blumen sind an dem Strand,
Meine Mutter hat manch gülden Gewand."

"Mein Vater, mein Vater, und hörest du nicht,
Was Erlenkönig mir leise verspricht?"
"Sei ruhig, bleib ruhig, mein Kind;
In dürren Blättern säuselt der Wind."

"Willst, feiner Knabe, du mit mir gehn?
Meine Töchter sollen dich warten schön;
Meine Töchter führen den nächtlichen Reihn,
Und wiegen und tanzen und singen dich ein."

"Mein Vater, mein Vater, und siehst du nicht dort
Erlkönigs Töchter am düstern Ort?"
"Mein Sohn, mein Sohn, ich seh es genau:
Es scheinen die alten Weiden so grau."

"Ich liebe dich, mich reizt deine schöne Gestalt;
Und bist du nicht willig, so brauch ich Gewalt."
"Mein Vater, mein Vater, jetzt faßt er mich an!
Erlkönig hat mir ein Leids getan!"

Dem Vater grauset's, er reitet geschwind,
Er hält in Armen das ächzende Kind,
Erreicht den Hof mit Müh' und Not;
In seinen Armen das Kind war tot.

Who rides, so late, through night and wind?
It is the father with his child.
He holds the boy in the crook of his arm
He holds him safe, he keeps him warm.

"My son, why do you hide your face so anxiously?"
"Father, do you not see the Erlking?
The Erlking with crown and cloak?"
"My son, it's a wisp of fog."

"You lovely child, come, go with me!
Many a beautiful game I'll play with you;
Some colorful flowers are on the shore,
My mother has some golden robes."

"My father, my father, can't you hear,
What the Erlking quietly promised me?"
"Be calm, stay calm, my child;
The wind rustles through dry leaves."

"Do you want to come with me, fine lad?
My daughters should be waiting for you;
My daughters lead the nightly dances
And will rock and dance and sing you to sleep."

"My father, my father, can't you see there,
The Erlking's daughters in the gloomy place?"
"My son, my son, I see it well:
The old willows seem so gray."

"I love you, your beautiful form entices me;
And if you're not willing, I shall use force."
"My father, my father, he's grabbing me now!
The Erlking has wounded me!"

The father shudders; he rides swiftly,
He holds in his arms the moaning child.
Barely he arrives at the yard in urgency;
In his arms, the child was dead.

A great poem and when hearing in the composition from Schubert its brilliant. On you tube there are couple of version. But i'm only interested in the sung version. The first one is by Fischer-Dieskau.

The second by Anne Sofie von Otter

I cant decide which one i prefer. I love the "intonation" of Fischer-Dieskau how fi.the son cries after Der Erlkönig ruft "so brauch ich Gewalt." "Mein Vater, mein Vater jetzt faßt er mich an! Erlkönig hat mir ein Leids getan! In the second version i'm overwelmed by the hunting violins and the strong basses. But also her performance is magnificant *das kind war Tot! and how that hits you..

The Shins

2008-08-29T20:00:00.002+02:00

I love this song!

the lyrics i havent figured out yet but i add them here:

After all these implements and text designed by intellects
So vexed to find evidently there's just so much that hides
And though the saints of us divine in ancient feeding lines
Their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vine

I'm trying hard not to pretend
Allow myself no mock defense
Step into the night

Since I dont have the time nor mind to figure out
The nursery rhymes that helped us out and make a sense of our lives
The cruel uneventful state of apathy releases me
I value them but I won't cry if the time was wiped out

I'm trying hard not to give in
Battened down to fair the wind
Read my head, at least pretend
Allow myself no mock defense
Step into the night...

Mercy's eyes are blue
When she places them in front of you
Nothing holds a roman candle to
The solemn warmth you feel inside

There's no measuring of it
As nothing else is love

I'll try hard not to give in
Battened down to fair the wind
Read my head, at least pretend
Allow myslef no mock defense
Step into the night...

Mercy's eyes are blue
When she places them in front of you
Nothing really holds a candle to
The solemn warmth you feel inside of you

. HAPPY BIRTHDAY !! .

2008-08-21T18:10:00.001+02:00

You say it's your birthday
It's my birthday too, yeah
They say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you.

Yes we're going to a party party
Yes we're going to a party party
Yes we're going to a party party

I would like you to dance (Birthday)
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance (Birthday)
I would like you to dance (Birthday)
Dance

I would like you to dance (Birthday)
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance (Birthday)
I would like you to dance (Birthday)
Dance

You say it's your birthday
Well it's my birthday too, yeah
You say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you.

Chet Baker My Funny Valentine

2008-08-16T22:52:00.005+02:00

My Honey is not online and i miss her soo

Don't Change A Hair For Me
Not If You Care For Me

You tube removed all of the videos of Chet Baker. Only this one was still online.

Schopenhauer about Noise II

2008-08-09T23:30:00.004+02:00

some time ago i posted a txt from Schopenhauer about Noise. There is also a vid on Youtube for people who cant read:

sigh but why that needles intro!

For AtomicVelvetSigh

2008-08-07T23:54:00.002+02:00

Heart's Heaven

Sometimes she is a child within mine arms,
Cowering beneath dark wings that love must chase,
With still tears showering and averted face,
Inexplicably fill'd with faint alarms:
And oft from mine own spirit's hurtling harms
I crave the refuge of her deep embrace,
Against all ills the fortified strong place
And sweet reserve of sovereign counter-charms.

And Love, our light at night and shade at noon,
Lulls us to rest with songs, and turns away
All shafts of shelterless tumultuous day.
Like the moon's growth, his face gleams through his tune;
And as soft waters warble to the moon,
Our answering spirits chime one roundelay.

by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Spinvis- Voor Ik Vergeet

2008-08-07T22:27:00.015+02:00

This is a beautiful song from a dutch artist called Spinvis (literally Spiderfish). When i heared this for the first time in 2002 it impressed me. Six years later its still one of the best songs i know. The cleverly melancholic lyric and the simple smart clip which makes it a little gem. I made a quick translation of the lyrics. (Its a lousy translation i know so suggestions are welcome).

Voor ik vergeet dat hier een kerk heeft gestaan
before i forget a church ones stood here
voor ik vergeet dat ik jarig was
before i forget it was my birthday
en een tic-tac in mijn neusgat had toen we naar zeeland zijn gegaan
and a tic-tac was stuck in my nose when we went to Zealand
voor ik vergeet koninginnedag
before i forget Queensday
en wie toen mijn vrienden zijn geweest
and the ones who where my friends back then
en ik niets meer weet van straten en examens en vacanties en ruzie
and i forgot everything about streets and exams and vacations and fights
op een feest ergens in de Biltstraat waar ik toch niemand kende
at a party in the Biltstraat where i didnt know anybody anyway
voor ik vergeet en later alles anders heet
before i forget and everything is named differently
voor ik vergeet en ik de feiten en de cijfers en de namen van de schrijvers niet meer weet
before i forget and cant remember the facts and numbers and names of writers
de hele dag en alle woorden en elk uur de hele dag
the whole day and all the words and every hour of the day
en ook de nacht en de zomers en de handen van mijn vader vergeet ik op den duur
and also the night the summers and the hands of my father i one time will forget
voor ik vergeet vergeten ben van die hersenscan en van die toestand met dat huis
before i forget no memory is left of the brainscan and the problems with that house
en dat ik zo iemand was die van alles wou
and that i was that person that wanted to do so much
en niets begreep van de film waarin hij speelde
and didn’t understood anything of the movie he was playing in
en de lafbek die hij was
and the coward that he was
ik hou van jou
i love you so much
ik hou zoveel van jou
i love you so so much
tot ik vergeet
till i forget
ik jou vergeet
I forget
jou vergeet
you
en nog alleen maar lijk te dromen
and it seems im just only dreaming

You Tube (3) Sonic Boom

2008-07-30T22:24:00.002+02:00

Great find on You Tube Sonic Boom Goes Kraftwerk.

Nice Sweater!

'Hidden' Van Gogh painting revealed

2008-07-30T21:51:00.006+02:00

Its known that Van Gogh reused old paintings. With x-rays they can see them but always a bit vague as can be seen here on the Van Gogh Museum site. Today they published a recently discovered/uncovered one. But now its not made visible by x-ray but with a technique based on *synchrotron radiation. With that technique also colour can be brought to light. I'm looking forward to more new discoveries.

This is the painting:

This is the hidden painting:

We havent seen it Yet! Moogie

*.*

Crime and the City Solution

2008-07-11T13:19:00.007+02:00

Wow i love You Tube. Some songs of (forgotten?) Crime and the City Solution a band from the 80-ties which i played so many times.

The Shadow of No Man

On Every Train (Grain Will Bear Grain)

I Have The Gun

Goosebumbs.. brings back so many memories. Check also the rest beautiful live recordings here

You Tube

2008-07-11T13:12:00.003+02:00

A funny clip on you tube Western Spaghetti made by *Pes

Pretty Protter Potter eh right..

2008-03-11T12:52:00.016+01:00

This is a meme i got from my babe

> your name................................Pjotr
> 4 letter word............................Poet
> vehicle.......................................Pacing
> city.............................................Paris (*i'll see you soon!*)
> boy's name................................Paul *Sir!
> girl's name................................Paulette
> alcoholic drink..........................Pernod 68%
> occupation................................peace of mind
> something you wear...............Pants
> celebrity...................................Prince Philip*
> food...........................................Pizza With ansjovis
> something found in a bathroom...pubic hair haha
> reason for being late......................pooping (..no rush..)
> cartoon character...........................Pink Panther
> something you shout......................piemel
> animal..............................................Parrot hmm and look titel
> body part........................................PENIS! eh look above
> word to describe you.....................Personal

Prince Philip by Stuart Pearson

*a quote from Prince Philip which could be mine: “"I'm one of those stupid bums who didn't go to university and a fat lot of harm it did me."

Google Books Library Project

2008-02-29T16:24:00.013+01:00

This is what internet was invented for! (Except to see if there was still coffee). Access to all the information you want and of course need!
We can enter a worldwide library in books.google There you can find many titles you searched for so long and find the ones you never heared of before. Well it is still a beta version and there are problems with copyrights.

One big objection for me personally is that i don't like to read online. Luckily there is a invention who can make that a lot easier *electronic paper* developed by Phillips.

when you click on the pick you see a article.

Of course i will always prefer the real book. The book who smells (i have the weird habit of smelling a book when opening it). The aging of the book when it accompanies you in your life where the edges are folded at favourite passages the dirty cover because of the readings outside in the garden. Or the books who are, after so many years, clean and neat like they where bought the day before; being so attached to them you wish you had white gloves when opening them which you now so rarely do! In the cupboard they are waiting as guards in case you need them. There present being makes it saver.

[btw how i hate it when people make notes with a pen in them.. Thats blaspheme!. When you own a painting you don't put your name on it too don't you?].

In wikipedia i read this:
**May 2007—The Boekentoren Library of Ghent University will participate with Google in digitizing and making digitized versions of 19th century books in the French and Dutch languages available online.

I keep an eye on it. If i have time i will post the books which look interesting to me. For instance this one

Twenty Years in the Philippines [1819-1839] By Paul P. de La Gironière

Do crocodiles look like that there?

"Wars of Islam"

2008-02-29T14:29:00.004+01:00

Going through my pile of cds i found this cd *SPK Leichenschre i* again. Personally im not very fond of the whole cd but the song "Wars of Islam" number 13 is absolute briljant. Yes the sound may be a bit outdated (its recorded in 1982) but its impact still actual. For me it comes most close to absolute madness (In eitherway you "look" on it!). Its disturbing frightning & overwelming sound blasts away my mind and i can only grind my teeth when listening.

"Sunday Noise"

2008-02-17T12:13:00.007+01:00

I nearly had a peaceful sleep. I was only woken by a couple screaming under my window trowing curses to each other about their happy gathering that night. Previous Saturday i heard them too. She crying loudly echoing in the street and he shouting at her.. walking away then running back probably lifting her up from the ground and shouting "Ooh i love you so fucking much! So fucking much". She kept on crying loudly. I could imagine he pulled her body on his back so they could stumble drunk home towards Hangover Sunday.

Luckily i had a quiet Sunday rise. Except for the dream i had where a small dog dove in my rain boots where he started to scratch and bite me. When the memory of the dream faded i put on Mozart's "Konzert C-dur fur Flote Harfe und Orchester" and nothing more.. but the feeling of cold air on my shoulders and watching the sunlight shining trough my window showing a bit of dust on the books i just had cleaned yesterday. It is said that Mozart didn't like flute but listening to this i cant believe that. I was gliding in the almost too-sweet-music. Volume so low i hardly could hear it. But it doesn't need volume. I claim that the louder the music is (or "should" be played) the less its value.

When the piece ended There was the Noise of the day again Cars HonK (and why is it allowed for them to have extra big "exhaust pipes"(hope thats the good word). They are only put there to make noise and to impress.. read annoy others! and its legal! I call them "the Dick Thinkers") planes.. dogs.. running up stairs and down.. slamming doors.. and screaming people.

Today my nerves are bit stronger then yesterday so so far i can stand it. Nearly no headache. Still i remembered a short story of Kafka.

Kafka "Great Noise"

"I sit in my room in the headquarters of the noise of the whole apartment. I hear all the doors slamming; their noise spares me only the steps of the people running between them; I can still hear the oven door banging shut in the kitchen. My father bursts through the door to my room and passes through, his robe trailing; the ashes are being scraped out of the stove in the next room; Valli asks, shouting one word after the other through the foyer, whether Father's hat has been cleaned yet; a hushing sound that aims to be friendly to me raises the screech of a voice in reply. The apartment door is unlatched and makes a grating noise like a scratchy throat, then opens wider with the singing of a woman's voice, and finally closes with a dull manly bang, which is the most inconsiderate sound of all. Father is gone; now the subtler, more diffuse, more hopeless noise begins, led by the voices of the two canaries. I had been thinking about it earlier, and with the canaries it now occurred to me again that I might open the door a tiny crack, slither into the next room like a snake and in that way, on the floor, ask my sisters and their governess for peace and quiet".

How can they understand!? They lost their ability to listen they lost "the eye" for tiny things.

ps. And what a blessing it is you can find so much on the internet. This piece with a niece article comes from 'The New York Times' site and can be found here.

Schopenhauer about Noise

2008-02-16T21:13:00.006+01:00

Painted by Bronzino

Today my nervzzz where cRasHed again by people who think they listen to music -well lets just say they listen to just sound- and want to share their taste "so gerne" with others too! The most excellent curse of the brain the most well proofed sign of lack of intelligence by people is their fondness of "House Music". Ironicly the dutch have, according to the people with those fine tastes in these matters, the best *sound makers* in the world (til the day i die! i refuse to call it music). May they one day be forgiven..

Some dont know how much energy it cost to recover to get calm again after such Attack. I covered myself in blankets luckely they went away and i could slowly breath again with calm Music of Vivaldi. The friendly talk of Montaigne to ease my rage and this article of Schopenhauer. How i fully agree with him.

The article comes from this site *http://www.mgilleland.com/asonnoise.htm

On Noise
by Arthur Schopenhauer

"Kant wrote a treatise on The Vital Powers. I should prefer to write a dirge for them. The superabundant display of vitality, which takes the form of knocking, hammering, and tumbling things about, has proved a daily torment to me all my life long. There are people, it is true -- nay, a great many people -- who smile at such things, because they are not sensitive to noise; but they are just the very people who are not sensitive to argument, or thought, or poetry, or art, in a word, to any kind of intellectual influence. The reason of it is that the tissue of their brains is of a very rough and coarse quality. On the other hand, noise is a torture to intellectual people. In the biographies of almost all great writers, or wherever else their personal utterances are recorded, I find complaints about it; in the case of Kant, for instance, Goethe, Lichtenberg, Jean Paul; and if it should happen that any writer has omitted to express himself on the matter, it is only for want of opportunity.

This aversion to noise I should explain as follows: If you cut up a large diamond into little bits, it will entirely lose the value it had as a whole; and an army divided up into small bodies of soldiers, loses all its strength. So a great intellect sinks to the level of an ordinary one, as soon as it is interrupted and disturbed, its attention distracted and drawn off from the matter in hand; for its superiority depends upon its power of concentration -- of bringing all its strength to bear upon one theme, in the same way as a concave mirror collects into one point all the rays of light that strike upon it. Noisy interruption is a hindrance to this concentration. That is why distinguished minds have always shown such an extreme dislike to disturbance in any form, as something that breaks in upon and distracts their thoughts. Above all have they been averse to that violent interruption that comes from noise. Ordinary people are not much put out by anything of the sort. The most sensible and intelligent of all nations in Europe lays down the rule, Never Interrupt! as the eleventh commandment. Noise is the most impertinent of all forms of interruption. Of course, where there is nothing to interrupt, noise will not be so particularly painful. Occasionally it happens that some slight but constant noise continues to bother and distract me for a time before I become distinctly conscious of it. All I feel is a steady increase in the labor of thinking -- just as though I were trying to walk with a weight on my foot. At last I find out what it is.

Let me now, however, pass from genus to species. The most inexcusable and disgraceful of all noises is the cracking of whips -- a truly infernal thing when it is done in the narrow resounding streets of a town. I denounce it as making a peaceful life impossible; it puts an end to all quiet thought. That the cracking of whips should be allowed at all seems to me to show in the clearest way how senseless and thoughtless is the nature of mankind. No one with anything like an idea in his head can avoid a feeling of actual pain at this sudden, sharp crack, which paralyzes the brain, rends the thread of reflection, and murders thought. Every time this noise is made, it must disturb a hundred people who are applying their minds to business of some sort, no matter how trivial it may be; while on the thinker its effect is woeful and disastrous, cutting his thoughts asunder, much as the executioner's axe severs the head from the body. No sound, be it ever so shrill, cuts so sharply into the brain as this cursed cracking of whips; you feel the sting of the lash right inside your head; and it affects the brain in the same way as touch affects a sensitive plant, and for the same length of time.

With all due respect for the most holy doctrine of utility, I really cannot see why a fellow who is taking a wagon-load of gravel or dung should thereby obtain the right to kill in the bud the thoughts which may be springing up in ten thousand heads -- the number he will disturb one after another in half an hour's drive through the town. Hammering, the barking of dogs, and the crying of children are horrible to hear; but your only genuine assassin of thought is the crack of a whip; it exists for the purpose of destroying every pleasant moment of quiet thought that any one may now and then enjoy. If the driver had no other way of urging on his horse than by making this most abominable of all noises, it would be excusable; but quite the contrary is the case. This cursed cracking of whips is not only unnecessary, but even useless. Its aim is to produce an effect upon the intelligence of the horse; but through the constant abuse of it, the animal becomes habituated to the sound, which falls upon blunted feelings and produces no effect at all. The horse does not go any faster for it. You have a remarkable example of this in the ceaseless cracking of his whip on the part of a cab-driver, while he is proceeding at a slow pace on the lookout for a fare. If he were to give his horse the slightest touch with the whip, it would have much more effect. Supposing, however, that it were absolutely necessary to crack the whip in order to keep the horse constantly in mind of its presence, it would be enough to make the hundredth part of the noise. For it is a well-known fact that, in regard to sight and hearing, animals are sensitive to even the faintest indications; they are alive to things that we can scarcely perceive. The most surprising instances of this are furnished by trained dogs and canary birds.

It is obvious, therefore, that here we have to do with an act of pure wantonness; nay, with an impudent defiance offered to those members of the community who work with their heads by those who work with their hands. That such infamy should be tolerated in a town is a piece of barbarity and iniquity, all the more as it could easily be remedied by a police-notice to the effect that every lash should have a knot at the end of it. There can be no harm in drawing the attention of the mob to the fact that the classes above them work with their heads, for any kind of headwork is mortal anguish to the man in the street. A fellow who rides through the narrow alleys of a populous town with unemployed post-horses or cart-horses, and keeps on cracking a whip several yards long with all his might, deserves there and then to stand down and receive five really good blows with a stick.

All the philanthropists in the world, and all the legislators, meeting to advocate and decree the total abolition of corporal punishment, will never persuade me to the contrary! There is something even more disgraceful than what I have just mentioned. Often enough you may see a carter walking along the street, quite alone, without any horses, and still cracking away incessantly; so accustomed has the wretch become to it in consequence of the unwarrantable toleration of this practice. A man's body and the needs of his body are now everywhere treated with a tender indulgence. Is the thinking mind then, to be the only thing that is never to obtain the slightest measure of consideration or protection, to say nothing of respect? Carters, porters, messengers -- these are the beasts of burden among mankind; by all means let them be treated justly, fairly, indulgently, and with forethought; but they must not be permitted to stand in the way of the higher endeavors of humanity by wantonly making a noise. How many great and splendid thoughts, I should like to know, have been lost to the world by the crack of a whip? If I had the upper hand, I should soon produce in the heads of these people an indissoluble association of ideas between cracking a whip and getting a whipping.

Let us hope that the more intelligent and refined among the nations will make a beginning in this matter, and then that the Germans may take example by it and follow suit. Meanwhile, I may quote what Thomas Hood says of them: For a musical nation, they are the most noisy I ever met with. That they are so is due to the fact, not that they are more fond of making a noise than other people -- they would deny it if you asked them -- but that their senses are obtuse; consequently, when they hear a noise, it does not affect them much. It does not disturb them in reading or thinking, simply because they do not think; they only smoke, which is their substitute for thought. The general toleration of unnecessary noise -- the slamming of doors, for instance, a very unmannerly and ill-bred thing -- is direct evidence that the prevailing habit of mind is dullness and lack of thought. In Germany it seems as though care were taken that no one should ever think for mere noise -- to mention one form of it, the way in which drumming goes on for no purpose at all.

Finally, as regards the literature of the subject treated of in this chapter, I have only one work to recommend, but it is a good one. I refer to a poetical epistle in terzo rima by the famous painter Bronzino, entitled De' Romori: a Messer Luca Martini. It gives a detailed description of the torture to which people are put by the vaious noises of a small Italian town. Written in a tragi-comic style, it is very amusing. The epistle may be found in Opere burlesche del Berni, Aretino ed altri, Vol. II., p. 258; apparently published in Utrect in 1771.

The article of Montaigne can be found here: http://www.uoregon.edu/~rbear/montaigne/2xxxi.htm

Quote from Goethe's Faust

2007-08-18T23:08:00.000+02:00

"Das Pergament, ist das der heil'ge Bronnen,
woraus ein Trunk den Durst auf ewig stillt?
Erquickung hast du nicht gewonnen,
wenn sie dir nicht aus eigner Seele quillt."

now let me see if i can find a english translation of this.

update: found it

Is parchment, then, the holy fount before thee,
A draught wherefrom thy thirst forever slakes?
No true refreshment can restore thee,
Save what from thine own soul spontaneous breaks.

Bayard Taylor



Vindt ge op het perkament de heilige bronnen,
waaruit een dronk uw dorst tevreden stelt?
Geen lafenis hebt gij gewonnen,
Zo zij niet uit de eigen ziel opwelt.

C.S Adema van Scheltema

Joss Mckinley *Underneath an Abject Window

2007-08-17T21:03:00.000+02:00

Found this site with great pictures of Joss McKinley. Check them here.

Here is his homepage

Zen

2007-08-13T22:58:00.000+02:00

"A student asked Soen Nakagawa during a meditation retreat, "I am very discouraged. What should I do?" Soen replied, "Encourage others." -- Story from Essential Zen

Stars

2007-08-12T12:27:00.001+02:00

Had to think of this poem last night when i gazed up watching the stars..

Walt Whitman

When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer

When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

and this it comes from a letter from Stendhal to his sister:
"Wat baat het mij om te weten dat de zon om de aarde draait, of de aarde om de zon, indien ik door de kennis van deze dingen de dagen verlies die mij zijn gegeven om ervan te genieten?"

eh in a bad translation from me:

"What's the benefit for me to know that the sun spins round the earth, or the earth round the sun, when through that knowledge i am loosing the days which where given me to enjoy
them.."

and he finished with "Many people, my sweet Pauline, are foolish enough for that; but we will not be."

Re: Moody Monday

2007-08-01T19:27:00.000+02:00

Feel so Lonely without you too.. 4 weeks to go! *.*

Nietzsche on Hardship

2007-06-03T23:33:00.000+02:00

Its been some time since my last post. Hope to pick it up again with a short posty now and then. Read one book of Alain de Botton and think i saw him in a episode? of a program about philosophy. His ability to make complicated things easier to understand is great. But personaly i think one must not underestimate ones ability to understand complicated things and as Shopenhauer said dont follow the *koninklijke weg* whats that in english? hmm let say for now * the easy way. Later more. Here a link to a short clip about Nietzche.

Time

2007-06-03T23:07:00.000+02:00

Oh, it's a long, long time from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time for the waiting game

Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with You

Update.
This is how i know the song http://youtube.com/watch?v=wD8XnS-qtJI its a version by *The Young Gods

locked in eternal embrace

2007-02-07T17:49:00.000+01:00

Archaeologists find prehistoric Romeo and Juliet locked in eternal embrace

Archaeologists have unearthed two skeletons from the Neolithic period locked in a tender embrace and buried outside Mantua, just 40 kilometers (25 miles) south of Verona, the romantic city where Shakespeare set the star-crossed tale of Romeo and Juliet.

Found this on a news site look here for the whole story

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lol hope its not too macabre..

'To Be'

2006-12-16T23:19:00.000+01:00

Come with me
My love
To the sea
The sea of love

I want to tell you
how much
I love you

Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds..

2006-12-16T15:25:00.000+01:00

no it was not about LSD but purely coincidance as Lennon told later. Anyway i found this funny.. hmm clip to give an idea what an lsd trip does..

Funny

2006-12-01T01:22:00.000+01:00

When i was surfing on internet to look for some info about classical music i found this add. "The Voice of Honda" Amazing and funny! Even that i ignore all adds.. ~im going to buy a Honda now!! lol

(btw sadly i could not find an avi of it if someone does please let me know)

26 november

2006-11-26T23:33:00.000+01:00

Geee my last post was in may! and so much has happend since then. There is lots to write about but took no time for it yet. I hope to post a pic now and then.
sniff sadly my cam is gone now so i couldnt make pics of the nice sunsets we had (have) here in the Netherlands. Such strange weather its november but its nearly 15 degrees! normaly its around 7. We have records each year and this is the latest; the last two months where the warmest in 100 years. Yeah its changing! lol maby i should not download so much uses lot of energy and now with a possible new job as a energysaving eh information eh guiding.. eh dont know the exact term anyway..
Curious do more people notice it?

btw made a few shots with my phone and the result is maby a nice combination. The greenhouses are not only ugly; horrible because there light erase the stars at night; they use a lot of gas while we could just buy products from countries where they can grow outside. hmmm

Horny Frogs

2006-05-12T14:13:00.000+02:00

Frogs sorry i stole this pic from internet they are hard to catch with my phonecam hehe but if i succeed ill add it

At last my server is working again! Got a new modem but only trouble since installing it. When i called the helpdesk (waitingtime 20 minutes) they only said "they couldnt do much about it" and that i should call their technical helpdesk waiting time up till one hour!! waaah i could only wait..
Well time to read then and hang outside my window listening to the horny frogs geeee listen some, well One, i hear him every night! is really exaggerating it hehe maby got too much hormones from the water of the ditch (well read about poisening of water of the increased use of medicines) luckely the population of frogs is growing its a good sign of the health of the inviroment. So probably its just the nice weather then.

Bach

2006-04-12T00:07:00.000+02:00

"Bach is God, Mozart is Jesus and Schubert is The Holy Spirit - the Sacred Trinity". I dont know if i agree with that. I like all the three composers but to be honest in general i dont know much about classical music. So i decided to focus more on classical music. And lately i discovered i find classical music more satisfying.

I love Bach. Just read a biography about him written by great writer 'Maarten ‘t Hart', the same one who said the quote above. (Well i like his personal ‘effusions’ diaries more then his novels). I dont give a short review of the book i always hate that (others may but i know im a fuzzy head and make a mess of it). But a few points. Much biographers of Bach picture him as a trouble maker who had much conflicts. MH quotes a certain incident from a range of biographies. Funny how the story each time difference a bit. In the end he quotes the facts. Compairing them to all you read before you forever doubt every biography (and biographer) in general; if you didnt do that already! A biography is just a book with "intentions" like any other one.
I forgot to say that not much is known about Bach. And thats the reason he is pictured as a grumpy man. Simply because conflicts are much better documented!

There is only one original painting of Bach, painted by Hausmann.

But forget the biographies first the originals. That counts for books too! [One quote by Schopenhauer. He complained: "there are more people reading About Goethe then actual reading him!" i think its the deep need for humans to gossip!] A good work of art doesnt need biographies. Eh so why did i read it then? To find a way in. There is so much.

Where too start? Its nearly easter, so the perfect time for the passions from Bach. Everyone (eh?) knows The Mattheus Passion. Here i added the opening part. "Kommt, ihr Tochter, helft mir klagen!" "Come, ye daughters, share my mourning,.." i could add much more from it. Beautiful too is the aria "Erbarme dich" but i dont like the singer on my cd very much. But those two are the most well known. And there is so much to be discovered. When you have the change to hear the John passion too, you notice (more easy) a great find from Bach. In the MP you hear a aureole when Jesus starts to sing (its not in the John Passion). So hurry to the record store and just buy a copy. Its a good introduction.

Btw we have a performance in Dutch now "a well sold one" too! pff. Why? Is it that difficult to take a bit time to understand the lyrics? Ooh but that takes concentration! Classical music like all good things take time to be understood. In nearly every text book you find double translations and on the web you can find lyrics everywhere. And to understand the original lyrics proper adds much to the apprecition of Bach but about that later more.

Lines

2006-04-11T02:04:00.000+02:00

Hmm i noticed i have a blurry spot on my cam. Grr but then loved to have a real cam (i use my telephone lol)

Lines

2006-04-09T00:53:00.000+02:00

i remember when i was a child we had electric lines from a pole (smelling so nice off carboleum) to our house. Ideal resting place for singing birds. Sadly they are nearly completly dissapeared. Only big ugly gray iron structures, holding massive electric cables, standing here polluting the eye. Birds are flying themselfs to death against the wires. As a kid i was always afraid when passing them they would fall down, so i hide my head in my hands. (Btw the cables broke twice in a massive storm). On that place i shot the pic.

When it rains you hear electric buzzes and see faint purple electric discharges..

Fun

2006-02-22T01:04:00.000+01:00

Click it for better effect, stole the pic from the net

Voor De Nachtegaal In Het Ei

2006-02-21T02:51:00.000+01:00

(pic as posty below not from me)

Voor De Nachtegaal In Het Ei

Je bent niet de kalk
niet de verschrikkelijke stilte.
Je bent vogel, je bent nachtegaal.
En morgen, als je snavel zich zal spannen
zal je het duister verbreken,
deze boeien
die je omringen als een hand.
Dan zal je de hemel bezitten.

Je hoeft alleen maar de kalk te breken.
Daarna zal alles komen:
vleugels en kooien
en de les van het bittere leven.
Je moet jezelf leren geen hoogvlieger te zijn.
Durf te vallen met gebroken vleugels.

Je zult vaak, vaak de lucht verliezen
om te eten, te drinken
te slapen
te huilen.
Omdat de hemel jouw tranen niet aanvaardt
valt de regen naar beneden op de aarde.

Je moet
de hemel verlaten, op zoek naar liefde
want de hemel geeft geen liefde
geeft geen takken
geeft geen nesten.

De harde wind zal je ver weg doen waaien,
zal je veren plukken.
Maar wees niet bang,
want de wind zal gaan liggen
en je veren zullen weer aangroeien.
Je zult moe worden van de droge woestijnlucht
en zij zal je een andere lucht geven.
Je zult dorst hebben.

Je zult moe zijn
maar dit alles is makkelijk,
want de lucht zal zich overgeven als je hoger vliegt
en de bomen zullen schijnen

je zult achtervolgd worden door roofvogels.
Door de vos en de slang zal je niet goed slapen.
Maar ze zullen je niet vangen,
want aan het eind heb je vleugels.

Maar waar moet je bang voor zijn?
Voor wanhoop,
voor de mens,
die je in een kooi vangen om te huilen.

Vogel, vergeet niet
om jezelf te leren vliegen met gebroken vleugels
met een gebroken hart.
Vergeet niet
om jezelf te leren vliegen achter tralies.

Rodhan Al-Khalidi
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For the nightingale in the egg

You are not the lime
not the terrible silence.
You are bird, you are nightingale.
And tomorrow, when your beak will tighten
you will break the darkness,
these shackles
who surround you like a hand.
Then you will possess heaven.

You only have to break the lime.
After that all will come:
wings and cages
and the lesson of the bitter life.
You have to teach yourself to ‘be not a genius’.
Dare to fall with broken wings.

You will often, often loose the air
to eat, to drink
to sleep
to cry.
Because heaven does not accept your tears
rain will fall down on earth.

You must
leave heaven, in search for love
because heaven gives no love
gives no branches
gives no nests.

The hard wind will blow you far away,
will pluck your feathers.
But dont be scared,
because the wind will drop
and your feathers will grow again.
You will get tired of the dry dessert-air
and she will give you different air.
You will be thirsty.

You will be tired
but these things will be easy,
because the air will surrender if you fly higher
and the trees will shine.

You will be haunted by birds of prey.
Through fox and snake you will sleep bad.
But they wont catch you,
because at the end you have wings.

For what do you have to be afraid?
For despair,
for humans
who capture you in a cage to cry.

Bird, dont forget
to teach yourself to fly with broken wings
with a broken heart.
Dont forget
to teach yourself to fly behind bars.

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Rodhan Al-Khalidi is asylum seeker from Irak who lives in the Netherlands. He started to write poems with a computer and dictonaries while waiting on a ‘staying permit’. He learned dutch that way. And since he can only write when he has nothing to do he had plenty of time because when waiting on that you are not allowed to do anything. This poem is from "Voor de nachtegaal in het ei". I read on internet his ‘staying permitted’ is denied and he has to go back to Irak. The cruel rules of Sweet Netherlands!

The translation is again only to give an idea and is without poetic intentions. Dont forget to download the mp3 of the nightingale i just downloaded it when i read the poem.

Wish i could "sing" but i feel hopeless *cripple in language. And even more in English! So much to learn..

there you go..

2006-02-20T01:34:00.000+01:00

De wesp vertelt: 'Het is vaak niet zo moeilijk om in de
woonruimten van de mensen door te dringen. Suiker is
daar in overvloed.
Het is meer dan eens voorgekomen dat men op de
terugweg plotseling op een uitzonderlijk, absoluut
verbod stuit. Met al zijn ogen tast men het gezichtsveld
af. Tevergeefs. Bloemen buigen zich vlakbij in de wind,
maar zonder geur. Dichterbij proberen te komen heeft
geen zin. Op iedere poging volgt ogenblikkelijk een
vermanende klap op de kop. Wat te doen? Je moet elke
redelijkheid laten varen en je overgeven aan een
tomeloze razernij en terwijl je blindelings naar alle
kanten zoemt.. ben je plotseling buiten, veilig en wel!
Dat is het geheim. Voor zover bekend zijn er geen andere
manieren om buiten te komen.'

translation we *.* made from the dutch text so prob mistakes but to give a idea of it comments welcome.

The wasp tells: ‘Often its not very difficult to enter
the houses of humans. There is plenty of sugar.
Many times it happend that one the way back, one suddenly bounches
on a exeptional prohibition. With all eyes one feels the range
of vision. In vain. Flowers nearby bend by the wind, but without
scent. To come closer is of no sense.
On every attempt immidiatly follows a warning slap on the head.
What to do? You have to loose all reason and give over
to a unbridled rage and while you buzz to all sides.. your
suddenly outside, safe and well! Thats the secret.
As for now, there is no other way to get outside.

La guêpe raconte: ‘ll n’est souvent pas difficile
d’entrer dans les habitations de hommes. Là le
sucré abonde.
‘Lorsqu’on est pour sortir, il est arrivé plus
d’une fois qu’on se heurte soudain à unde
interdiction extraordinaire, absolue. Vainement,
on parcourt de tous ses yeux le champ du visible.
Des fleurs s’aigitent tout près dans la brise (il est
vrai non parfumée). Inutile d’essayer d’en
approcher. Ce ne sont que coups impératifs sur
la tête dès et autant de fois qu’on tente
d’approcher. Que faire alors? Cessant de prendre
des mesures raisonnées, il faut se livrer au délire
le plus violent et, voletant complètement à
l’aveugle en tout sens… tout à coup l’on se
trouve dehors, sauve! Voilà le Secret. D’autres,
pour en sotir, on n’en connaît pas.’

Henri Michaux

update text follows

Sorry have read in dutch translation and added the french original too. Does anyone have a English translation? or the place where i can find it on the net?

Overreacting

2006-02-08T01:00:00.000+01:00

I have to confess im a bit depressed these last weeks. My work has ended and no chance for a new job in the near future. Lots of paperwork to get a social security (that one is depended of that is horrible you become a number), hudge taxbills and that neighbour who nearly causes me a nervous breakdown with his house music. Murdering my music.

Getting emotional on "Der Vollmond strahlt auf Bergeshöhn" from Schubert. The record has some scratches causing ticks which makes it even more warm. Suddenly i hear a beat under it. Some people claim to have a right to "go wild" now and then, they mean all day And night. That others whine. "Moet toch kunne?"
House music is more then nothing. Its The sign that one is stupid. No spirit no refinement. No soul. I would almost say not human. The proof is that housemusic is only nice when the volume is LOUD. Because when its not LOUD it doesnt work. Like all bad taste it needs to be pumped up! Big Words! Big Muscles! Big Cars Big Mouths Big Prizes Big Audio Audiospeakers Big Bass Boosts. Adrenaline Bang Bang Bang

All taste needs silence.

Music does too how strange it may seems. Thinking of the words of Oscar Wilde "art needs the lonely worshipper". Art takes time to be discovered uncovered. Thinking needs silence, time too choose mean to judge. (and Lol maby real taste is democratic? hehe). Taste is thinking. Taste needs freedom. Constant bangs distracting each shivering thought. It grabs and breaks down every thought that tries to escape to find something next to it. (Is that why people starting to move their body's because their minds cant?) LOUD wants no choice LOUD wants to protest overrule smash burn! LOUD wants no thoughts only closing mouths Wants All Attention. Kill all communication. LOUD always is the same in the end leads to deafning ears piiiiiiiiieeeeep Drowing in beats one dies! Sorry im overreacting but even the thought of it makes me mad. Thats what it does!

But i need fine emotions when my peace *.* is not arround. Sometimes i can be so nervous that all sound disturbs me.. its one of my weakest spots wanne glide over the floor like in the story of Kafka begging for silence.. please.. I again warned my neigbour and others did too. He is quiet now.

Music in silence. Discovered Cecilia Bartoli. A mezzo soprano. When you have time please listen. Its a part from Händel "Lascia la Spinala". I uploaded Schubert too couldnt find the lyrics of that the song is from Rosamunde.
How i love these pieces.

"Lascia la spinala cogli la rosa
tu vai cerando il tuo dolor.
Canuta brina per mano ascosa
giungerà quando nol crede il cor."

"Leave the torn and pluck the rose,
you go in search of grief.
Old age will creep up on you
when your heart does not expect it"

Yes i hear it now.. leave the torns and pluck the rose..

I want a car

2006-01-20T13:58:00.000+01:00

(from a local newspaper)

"Darwinfish on the backside of the car rival of Jesusfish"

After the ichtus- or Jesusfish, came the shark who grabbed the Jesusfish, on the backside of the car. Then a new one appeared the Darwinfish, one with legs which means: life evolved out of sea. But religious people didnt let mess with them. In Amerika there is a new variant, the Darwinfish followed by the Ichtusfish. The darwinists stroke back again. There is a new one where the biting Ichtusfish is followed bij the Flying Spaghetti Monster. As a protest against the plans to teach the theory of ‘intelligent design’ at schools (see also my posty below). The end of this evolution on the backside of the car has not ended yet. What will follow next in ‘the survival of the fitest’?

Frost bites

2006-01-18T15:49:00.000+01:00

Wandering through a wintergarden.
Fallen leaves of last year are covered in ice-cristals. Prefenting them from decay but when the temperture rises again above zero the sun and moist will let them rot.

-Strange that the cristals most stick on the "hard-parts" (dont know the english word for that). Because there is more moist in it?

When i pick one up it makes a crackling sound between my fingers. My nose close to the leaf makes the ice melt a bit through my warm breathing. Putting the tip of my tongue to it; cold - the ice melts before i feel crumbles. It uncovers a bit of colour. The moist has a bitter taste and i spit the water out. Then i let the leaf fall again. Down on the ground its unregonizable in the heap.

How i love to watch them but how more i long for the spring.

Geese

2006-01-14T20:53:00.000+01:00

Well as i wrote below i forgot to shoot a pic of the sky. But then remembered something else.
Shot this pic last year in the time when much birds migrate to the south. Its a search pic but you see the typical V form below. One cant only see but also hear them. In the fog last week i made a soundrecording of overflying geese. Because of the fog they probably got disoriented so they fly low and maby towards the lights of the city too. You can find the recording here. Maby they even yell more so they dont get lost from the group. Btw im not sure if the birds in the pic above are geese.

Zoom of the V (although im not sure i shot this pic on the same day)
For the people who couldnt find the birds on the pic above.

refreshed

2006-01-14T17:12:00.000+01:00

forage

Last week i felt suffocated. The gray clouds stopped the sun and with all the moist in the air and no wind we had a long period with fog. Its like the world comes to a stop. Nothing is more saddening then hearing the foghorn at night 'woooooeeeeeeeing'. Disturbed my concentration while reading. Made me depressed and with *.* away.. Lost inspiration.

So happy today that the sky was cristal clear blue again! There where bits of blue past days already made me sigh of relieve and with *.* back..
Went to the sea today. No foghorn but with brrrr barking dogs! But they couldnt drive me away there. The sea and the blue sky. Shot some pictures but strange now back at home wonder why i only took pictures of gray sand? Lol!
The wrinkle’s made by the waves of the sea in the sand and the traces of bird feets left after their forages. [When the sea pulles back much food is left]. There is so much symbolism there.
No pictures of the sea or sky but wandering there i just had to think of a posty..

'wrinkles'

note much wrinkles where sadly 'destroyed' by feet of men and dogs.

Little Annoyance Solved

2006-01-12T20:58:00.000+01:00

A silly post but today i solved a little annoyance for myself maby it sounds a bit familiar to others too.

I love Erik Satie. He is a french composer (1866-1925) briljantly played for instance by Reinbert de Leeuw from which i own 3 recordings/cds. The cover of a compilation cd of him here below.

I can recommand it to you readers. Maby some parts of Satie even sound familiar because sadly his music is often used as background ""sound"" to documentries and even.. brrrr.. commercials. A total emptyheaded dutch actrice even said she loved to play Satie while cleaning the house ehhh Of course thats not Satie's fault but.. but..
Thats why i never ever buy a certain brand of olive oil "Bertolli" because they used the heavenly "Requiem" of Mozart .. Blasfemy! Anyway..
Gnossiennes is one of my favourite parts. But when playing No.1 at a certain passage i have to think of lyric/song sounding like this; "with my love by my side and she is breathing low". Which is annoying of course its not Clean anymore But strange i couldnt place the song/lyric! Well Thats totally annoying! It sounded so clear that it had to be one very familiar. So i waited untill i just played that band. But no.. it took me year(s)? well a long time before i traced it.
Googled today, should have done that much sooner, after listening to Satie/Reinbert again [btw i hear it best when playing "de Leeuw's" version maby because he plays it very slow; he is even the slowest according a article read above] and tadaaa Its from Pink Floyd's Meddle! "A Pillow Of Winds".

Pfew

Now im wondering. Is it coincidance or did Pink Floyd used it? I cant find any information about it. Its a very famous piece so its not unlikely. That they heared it from De Leeuw is not possible because Meddle is from 1971 and "de Leeuws" recordings are from 1976. Well Close.
Both are ""relaxing"" pieces. But without a doubt i prefer Satie. Maby thats why i couldnt place the lyrics/song because it was a long time years since i played Meddle.

Now im curious if other hear it too.

8 januari

2006-01-08T03:33:00.000+01:00

    Die Entschlafenen

Einen vergänglichen Tag lebt' ich und wuchs mit den Meinen,
    Eins um's andere schon schläft mir und fliehet dahin.
Doch ihr Schlafenden wacht am Herzen mir, in verwandter
    Seele ruhet von euch mir das entfliehende Bild.
Und lebendiger lebt ihr dort, wo des göttlichen Geistes
    Freude die Alternden all, alle die Todten verjüngt.

Friederich Hölderlin (1770-1843)

De Ontslapenen

Eén vergankelijke dag slechts heb ik geleefd met de mijnen,
    d' een na de ander slaapt in, vlucht voorgoed van mij heen.
Maar, gij slapenden, weet: in mij zijt gij wakker en in mijn
    ziel die verwant is aan u rust uw ontvluchtende beeld.
Ja, nog levender leeft gij daar, waar des godlijken geestes
    vreugd al wie grijs wordt en oud, allen die stierven verjongt.

(translation Ad den Besten)

It would have been my mom's birthday today. Posted this for her and for all who have lost a loved one. If someone has a english translation please send it cant find it on internet.

Ghost? Alien?

2006-01-06T20:26:00.000+01:00

Im afraid!! when i was looking at my pictures i took from my house i saw something appear. First it was hazy look:

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And when i looked at the others i got scared!! Was this 'it' what i was feeling the preasens in my house? What woke me in the middle of the night I in cold sweat feeling a strong hand closing my mouth so i couldnt breath..

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and more O No i wanne Move Now What is hunting me!!

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Well i probably didnt fool anyone with this but many people in Neth did. Read http://www.randi.org/jr/2006-01/010606netherlands.html

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This is my little friend. So for the cold spooky winternights (or hot mysterious summerdays) cut a ghost, alien or what you like from a piece of paper. Then take your cam shut down the flashlight and move it quickly before the lens when taking a pic. Practise will do. Lets call this a "van den Broeke" in the future or a "Robbert" hehe. If you made some i like to know!

"Snow"

2006-01-04T19:26:00.000+01:00

Some pictures i shot from a snowblizzard well it was actually more like hail. Gave strange effect. Sorry some pictures are bit blurry and the light is a bit too bright (and that annoying background light! but didnt feel like editing them.

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"Prove Christ Exists"

2006-01-03T22:35:00.000+01:00

Matthias Grünewald, Crucifixion

Article from The Times by Richard Owen

AN ITALIAN judge has ordered a priest to appear in court this month to prove that Jesus Christ existed. AN ITALIAN judge has ordered a priest to appear in court this month to prove that Jesus Christ existed. The case against Father Enrico Righi has been brought in the town of Viterbo, north of Rome, by Luigi Cascioli, a retired agronomist who once studied for the priesthood but later became a militant atheist.

Signor Cascioli, author of a book called The Fable of Christ, began legal proceedings against Father Righi three years ago after the priest denounced Signor Cascioli in the parish newsletter for questioning Christ's historical existence.

Yesterday Gaetano Mautone, a judge in Viterbo, set a preliminary hearing for the end of this month and ordered Father Righi to appear. The judge had earlier refused to take up the case, but was overruled last month by the Court of Appeal, which agreed that Signor Cascioli had a reasonable case for his accusation that Father Righi was 'abusing popular credulity'.

Signor Cascioli's contention " echoed in numerous atheist books and internet sites" is that there was no reliable evidence that Jesus lived and died in 1st-century Palestine apart from the Gospel accounts, which Christians took on faith. There is therefore no basis for Christianity, he claims.

Signor Cascioli's one-man campaign came to a head at a court hearing last April when he lodged his accusations of 'abuse of popular credulity' and 'impersonation', both offences under the Italian penal code. He argued that all claims for the existence of Jesus from sources other than the Bible stem from authors who lived 'after the time of the hypothetical Jesus' and were therefore not reliable witnesses.

Signor Cascioli maintains that early Christian writers confused Jesus with John of Gamala, an anti-Roman Jewish insurgent in 1st-century Palestine. Church authorities were therefore guilty of 'substitution of persons'.

The Roman historians Tacitus and Suetonius mention a 'Christus' or 'Chrestus', but were writing 'well after the life of the purported Jesus' and were relying on hearsay.

Father Righi said there was overwhelming testimony to Christ's existence in religious and secular texts. Millions had in any case believed in Christ as both man and Son of God for 2,000 years.

'If Cascioli does not see the sun in the sky at midday, he cannot sue me because I see it and he does not,' Father Righi said. Signor Cascioli said that the Gospels themselves were full of inconsistencies and did not agree on the names of the 12 apostles. He said that he would withdraw his legal action if Father Righi came up with irrefutable proof of Christs existence by the end of the month.

The Vatican has so far declined to comment.

THE EVIDENCE

· The Gospels say that Jesus was born to the Virgin Mary in Bethlehem, grew up in Nazareth, preached and performed miracles in Galilee and died on the Cross in Jerusalem.

· In his "Antiquities of the Jews" at the end of the 1st century, Josephus, the Jewish historian, refers to Jesus as 'a wise man, a doer of wonderful works' who 'drew over to him both many of the Jews and many of the Gentiles'

· Muslims believe Jesus was a great prophet. Many Jewish theologians regard Jesus as an itinerant rabbi who popularised many of the beliefs of liberal Jews. Neither Muslims nor Jews believe he was the Messiah and Son of God

· Tacitus, the Roman historian who lived from 55 to 120, mentions 'Christus' in his Annals. In about 120 Suetonius, author of The Lives of the Caesars, says: 'Since the Jews constantly made disturbances at the instigation of Chrestus, Emperor Claudius expelled them from Rome.'

" Still Life "

2005-12-16T14:49:00.000+01:00

Wonderful things (mostly) only give glimpses so you have to catch them in time.
And one needs to put energy in finding them. I think they jump from here to there
appearing in the wide range of the world. They fade sometimes
maby
but always appear somewhere else again.
They never dissapear.
Its -like- nature who always finds a way to grow and blossom again.

It seems how more we love 'a wonderfull thing' how more fragiel it becomes untill its without protection. Nothing grands it existence for even a short time. One sees it has to fade sometime.. There is famous line from the dutch poet Lucebert "Alles van waarde is weerloos" "Everything valuable is defenceless". And when its gone we have only memories left. But then the power of its beauty "the colours are vibrating in their forms". The more we loved the "departured beauty" the more it wants to burst out and be named. They give life! They give a ‘purpose’ to something loved that is lost. Thats why i wrote my posty "Sunset? Sunrise? Light!"

Still i think one has to be careful with memories because even those can fade. They are defenceless too. So we have to maintain them or even write them down -also to inspire others too-.

My mother told me "you can better laugh then cry about my death". It showed me how she was thinking about herself but its also a good lesson how to look at our lost loved ones.
Life is stronger Must be stronger then death.

I know she must have loved this painting.

Adrian van der Spelt, 'Flower Still Life with Curtain', 1658

note While writing this as a answer to a *.* posty i noticed how we think the same. Hope its ok i made it into an own post. kissss

light-poison

2005-12-16T12:41:00.000+01:00

Read a nice quote on a site of a dutch singer Armand

"Volgend jaar worden in Nederland de autokoplampen afgeschaft.
Dan zijn alle wegen verlicht".

"next year they abolish headlights in the Netherlands.
Then all the roads are enlightned"

and we have to travel to the moon to see the stars!

χρῶμα - Colour

2005-12-06T23:57:00.000+01:00

Another exibition im curious about is
Colour! In Greek and Etruscan Antiquity.

Probably not all of you know that Greek marble statues where not white as we know them today. In fact temples and statues where painted in variegated colours. In this exibition they show reconstructed colours and giving a stunning new look at the so well known marbeles, statues, temples, pottery etc.

In 19th centuary archeologist first discovered colours on excavated artefacts. It was a shock as many people where used to the "white" statues. Even research was not much accepted then because of that (and the long sacred toes of artlovers? lol). Round 1900 the idea was more accepted and the questions arose ‘how bright those colours where’ and ‘whàt of the temples and statues was painted’. Most accepted by then the idea that only Red and Blue was used. In 1982 Vinzenz Brinkmann started a new research with modern recourses. Much new things colours where brought back to life/light. His investigations was mostly aimed the Greek Statues from 5th century before chr. found near the Aphaiatemple which came from the pediment(?) of it. Most of them are now in the Glyptothek of Munchen A close study showed many traces of colours (like red of the wounds). One of the statues is Paris streching his bow aiming at enemies

To show its original state they made a copy of it and reconstructed the colours:

Its to give an idea and many more is shown that way.

So when you have a chance please skip the coffeeshops and Red Light District [dont maintainance our criminals! its so often forgot] and visit The Allard Pierson Museum in Amsterdam. Oude Turfmarkt 127.

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lol hope i have the right ancient greek word for colour i just started the course and my dictionary is a bit confusing me Btw you can here chromium ('chroom' dutch) in it.

Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster

2005-11-26T13:11:00.000+01:00

look http://www.venganza.org/
[update txt follows later]

BirdFlu

2005-11-25T20:57:00.000+01:00

"Het Dolhuys"

2005-11-23T01:15:00.000+01:00

this pic is from a new exhibition in "Het Dolhuys" Haarlem called the "Paradijsvogels of Zorgmijders" ["Bird of Paradise or HealtcareAvoiders"]. "Het Dolhuys" is old dutch word for someting like a "mental Hospital".

Someone asked me why i placed this picture. Well first because i love the way she is looking at us [the photographer] and how we look back.. maby uncomfortable curious afraid under her stare; btw thats what the exhibition is about "the way we look at the mentally-ill trough time", the branches shaped like an aureool or crown round her head. Why did she do that? How and what is she thinking? ...

Im always fascinated by mental illness. Started in my darker (darkest) period when i got totally phobic. I was afraid of getting insane. For a few years thinking i saw the first signs of becoming a shizofrenic. Brr horrible times and difficult to explain if you dont ever where a "true" lol fobic. I read about it try to find confirmation about my 'illness' which, of course, i didnt found. Only that i had big mentally problems dealing with fear and phobics. Luckely i did not only read about psychic illness but also, for the first time, literature. Among the first ones was Herman Hesse I stumbled at the next quote of him: "The fear of getting insane is most of the time nothing more then the fear for live, for the demands of our own passions. There is always a gap between primitive passions and that what we conscious like to be and also try to be. One cannot pass that gap, but one can jump over it, hundreds of times, and everytime one needs courage and one feels fear before he jumps". I felt a sigh of relieve trough me when i read that-although the fear didnt dissapear. Also this quote of him struck me. "Yes, say yes to yourself, to your isolation, your feelings, your fate! There is no other way. I dont know where it leads, but it leads to life, to reality, to "prickly" and inescapable problems. One can find that unbearable and comit suicide, thats ones own free decision - its often a comforting thought, also for me. But one cannot run-away-for-it, not by decision, not by treason their own fate and destination, not by trying to fit in with the ‘normal people’; that would only work for a short moment but bring even more despair".

Wish i had found him sooner.
How great for the one who has found a "teacher in life" early. "Noch seh ich ihn vor mich treten in lächelnder Betrachtung, noch hör ich seinen Gruß und seine Fragen". One who can stimulate and point at traps in life, who is honest about fear, feelings, views. The meaning of what oneself is! What it means to live your own life. 'Your tasks’. How much spoiled energy in self-hate, depressions, fustrations, fear and self-focus [the focus without solving but 'spiral-thinking' down down down]. "meines Adamas, meines Adamas"..
So there i was in life with no free horizon -yet!- lonely but not lonely in myself anymore it broke my bans "suicide.. often a comforting thought, also for me" for the first time actual looking at myself. Most important for me was not what the quotes said but the different way to look. All much too late sadly. But now i could work for the first time at free views.
lol how do i came here?? So its association with this picture too. Anyway another great book i read that time was by former doctor in psychiatry P.C. Kuiper "Ver Heen" [Far Gone]. He discribes the process of getting insane from own experience. One day he gets a infection in his brain which lead to psychotic depressions. He stayes in mental hospitals [Hesse was too] but fully recovers through psychotheraphy, medication and painting. (If im correct he died a few years back but cant find info about him). 'Its a book of hope'.

And how many writers live at the edge of insanity, isnt thinking bringing order in chaos? one can loose his foot grip easily there.. its the fate of the great thinkers writers and poets. Those people passed the edge and some payed, sadly, a hard prize for that.. of what makes humans so great. Thinking, dreaming telling stories. But not only them, insanity is closer then one thinks, like death its on everyones doorstep.
They get my sympathy and compassion.

Het Dolhuys, Postbus 2327, 2002 CH Haarlem

Nietzsche from "Human, All Too Human

2005-11-18T01:03:00.000+01:00

The martyr against his will.— In one party, there was a man who was too anxious and cowardly ever to contradict his comrades. They used him for every service; they demanded everything of him, because he was more afraid of the bad opinions of his companions than of death itself. His was a miserable, weak soul. They recognized this and on the basis of those qualities they made him first into a hero and finally into a martyr. Although the cowardly man always said "no" inwardly, he always said "yes" with his lips, even on the scaffold, when he died for the views of his party. Next to him stood one of his old comrades, who tyrannized him so by word and glance that he really did suffer death in the most seemly way, and has since been celebrated as a martyr and a man of great character.

Sunset? Sunrise? Light!

2005-11-11T15:36:00.000+01:00

Sunset? Sunrise? Light!

Wandering at a high dike - busy cars on land left and right the white seguels at sea.. Walking down -steep- to an artificial beach covered under slimy plants and dogdroppings. Carefully stepping on slippery basalt blocks while looking up at the clouds "J'aime les nuages... les nuages qui passent... là-bas... là-bas... les merveilleux nuages!" Stopping thinking bout a tragic event that happend.
Watching the sun a passage from Plato came in mind. "[...] fear of death is indeed the pretence of wisdom, and not real wisdom, being the appearance of knowing the unknown; since no one knows whether death, which they in their fear apprehend to be the greatest evil, may not be the greatest good. Is there not here conceit of knowledge, which is a disgraceful sort of ignorance?" Its true its what i believe. How would those who watch this pic would know if its a sunset or sunrise? But its not comforting enough.
Want to touch the water but there is too much blackmud between me and the sea. Then the light of the sun changes into orange yellowgold. Its beams touch trough the graygold clouds the sea. (Like a girl before a mirror who cant believe her beauty touching her reflection)...
No! death does not exist its just a word. Our deceased loved ones are showing in all the beautifull things that exist and we must search and look for them and not close our eyes and soul.
I shoot this pic for a loved one.
Then i turn walk up at the dike blowing my cold fingers and whiping the mud of my shoes.

2005-10-19T00:56:00.000+02:00

drop

2005-10-19T00:07:00.000+02:00

drops

2005-10-19T00:06:00.000+02:00

drops

Earthquake Kashmir

2005-10-13T11:56:00.000+02:00

Earthquake Kashmir

Nuance 2

2005-10-12T11:35:00.001+02:00

Autumn III

To bad the leaves dont lay in the same way well im just a beginner and working with little cam. Another point is the lightning: first in daylight(under)sand is gray, the other nearly yellow! the nuance would be so much better then. tsssk 8) anyway still hope someone likes them.

Something else im a little bit annoyed with the loads of spam Therefore i solemnly swear to never EVER buy any brand who hits me with Spam! So *dear Cannon ill never ever buy a camera from you again!

Nuance 1

2005-10-12T11:35:00.000+02:00

Autumn II

"Nature Imitates Art"

2005-10-12T11:30:00.000+02:00

Apple Tree - Pollock

Autumn I

2005-10-12T11:16:00.000+02:00

Hope this is at a better size wondering if i should upload the other pics again, but how? Hmm anyway hope you like the autumn colours..

Freud

2005-10-11T20:46:00.000+02:00

hmmm

Spider II

2005-10-11T20:41:00.000+02:00

Spider

When i was wandering trough a cellar i saw this spider strangly covered in i think lime or salt well didnt feel like tasting it,hmm maby i post some in dif angle too.

"my babe has got a new toy..." .

2005-10-11T20:00:00.000+02:00

Kruisspin

and lol to be exact a Sony Ericsson 800i WOEHOE! ok ok but dear readers now im going to bore you with pictures by it hope you enjoy some.

Else Lasker-Schüler

2005-09-30T16:02:00.000+02:00

WENN DU KOMMST

Wollen wir den Tag im Kelch der Nacht verstecken,
Denn wir sehnen uns nach Nacht.
Goldene Sterne sind unsere Leiber,
Die wollen sich küssen - küssen.

Spürst du den Duft der schlummernden Rosen
Über die dunklen Rasen -
So soll unsere Nacht sein.
Küssen wollen sich unsere goldenen Leiber.

Immer sinke ich in Nacht zur Nacht.
Alle Himmel blühen dicht von funkelnder Liebe.
Küssen wollen sich unsere Leiber, küssen - küssen.

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note: its a quick post have to leave for work and couldnt find a english translation

My Moogie Moon

2005-09-30T00:48:00.000+02:00

To Be Great, Be Entire

To be great, be entire: of what's yours nothing
        Exaggerate or exclude.
Be whole in each thing. Put all that you are
        Into the least you do.
Like that on each place the whole moon
        Shines, for she lives aloft.

(14.2.33)

Cavafy - Ithaka

2005-09-28T13:29:00.000+02:00

ITHAKA

As you set out for Ithaka
hope the voyage is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
angry Poseidon-don't be afraid of them:
you'll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
wild Poseidon-you won't encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.

Hope the voyage is a long one.
May there be many a summer morning when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you come into harbors seen for the first time;
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind-
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
and may you visit many Egyptian cities
to gather stores of knowledge from their scholars.

Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you are destined for.
But do not hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you are old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.

Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you would not have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.

And if you find her poor, Ithaka won't have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you will have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.

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btw the picture above is actually Dionysos by Exekias. You can read about that story in the Homeric Hymns. But i like the "Cylix" so much just like the poem which i found in a complete work of the greek poet Cavafy. Of course i read it in dutch and just picked a english version from the net maby someone can find a better version somewhere then please let me know. My english is not that good.

hmm and i think there is no difference in physical traveling and travel in mind for the one who can dream and find. Because all goes through the mind and all is in you.

. Flowers .

2005-08-10T23:00:00.000+02:00

Margrieten

lol i confess im stoned mmmm (.*_*.) and one of the nicest things to do is lay back and listen to music. Strangly first song i played was
4 Hero - Les Fleurs

Will somebody wear me to the fair?
Will a lady pin me in her hair?
Will a child find me by a stream?
Kiss my petals and weave me through a dream

For all of these simple things and much more a flower was born
It blooms to spread love and joy faith and hope to people forlorn

Inside every man lives the seed of a flower
If he looks within he finds beauty and power

Ring all the bells sing and tell the people that be everywhere that the flower has come
Light up the sky with your prayers of gladness and rejoice for the darkness is gone
Throw off your fears let your heart beat freely at the sign that a new time is born

Love this song. Now i surely sound as a "flower kid" hahaha but he i am! Placed the song on my HP. You know where that is! so much flowers for *.* kisssssssssss

now i going to rip the curtains off and make me a coat and sow sunny's on my pants.. mmm green tea ooooo where are my Beatles cds!
hope i dont sound too silly? i dont care 8D
Wish you where here so we could dance!
*I cant.. o Yes you can!

Virtual Museum

2005-08-08T17:17:00.000+02:00

Found this great (zap) site http://moca.virtual.museum/ makes me want to work with photoshop again! next time i place some links to pics i like specially first this one from @ Bill Hill Passage http://moca.virtual.museum/donnie2005/gallery/image079.htm have to remove it later but what a mysterious picture.. and why do i like it?..

Kierkegaard

2005-08-02T22:29:00.000+02:00

"Alas, fortune's door doesn't open inward so that one can push it open by rushing at it; but it opens outward, and therefore one can do nothing about it."

Léon Spilliaert

2005-08-02T22:15:00.000+02:00

Lonely Wandering

2005-08-02T22:11:00.000+02:00

Rilke - Archaischer Torso Apollos

Wir kannten nicht sein unerhörtes Haupt,
darin die Augenäpfel reiften. Aber
sein Torso glüht noch wie ein Kandelaber,
in dem sein Schauen, nur zurückgeschraubt,

sich hält und glänzt. Sonst könnte nicht der Bug
der Brust dich blenden, und im leisen Drehen
der Lenden könnte nicht ein Lächeln gehen
zu jener Mitte, die die Zeugung trug.

Sonst stünde dieser Stein entstellt und kurz
unter der Schultern durchsichtigem Sturz
und flimmerte nicht so wie Raubtierfelle;

und bräche nicht aus allen seinen Rändern
aus wie ein Stern: denn da ist keine Stelle,
die dich nicht sieht. Du mußt dein Leben ändern.

Archaic Torso of Apollo

We never knew his fantastic head,
where eyes like apples ripened. Yet
his torso, like a lamp, still glows
with his gaze which, although turned down low,

lingers and shines. Else the prow of his breast
couldn't dazzle you, nor in the slight twist
of his loins could a smile run free
through that center which held fertility.

Else this stone would stand defaced and squat
under the shoulders' diaphanous dive
and not glisten like a predator's coat;

and not from every edge explode
like starlight: for there's not one spot
that doesn't see you. You must change your life.

You

2005-07-15T11:15:00.000+02:00

You Always be my Moogie Moon

Infected with the Music Plague!

2005-06-17T01:20:00.000+02:00

So close to Sweet Miss Atomic how could i not be infected with the Music Plague!

lets see..

- Total volume of music on my computer:
Ooooomy.. about 45GB on the first HD hehe contains much videoclips too! the other HD 4GB and lol i have much written away as data to CDS and DVD thats at least 5 times 4.7GB thats.. ok ok next question..

- The last cd i bought:
Actual cd: ehm cds! At last! the new Smog "A River Ain’t Too Much To Love" and Belle and Sebastian "Push Barman To Open old Wounds" double cd containing all singles from jeepster records. Smog i havent played much yet. B&S i mostly knew already and its a must have. Favourite songs Lazy Line Painter Jane.

Digital cd: eh a cd is always digital! Meaning ripped cd? In that case eh i forgot! its a bit of a mess now.. I really need a cd cupboard (a biiiiiig one) but i think LSD-Flux heeee from who did i got that tip *.* Great album and Slowdive-Just for a Day forgot to buy it when i was young.. busy collecting "Spacemen 3" "Cure" and "The Sisters of Mercy" lolol but its a great album and i prob buy the original just like Flux.

- Song playing right now: Was busy with a clean up found some burned and "not yet listened to cds" so playing Young and Sexy-Life Through One Speaker now. Its a bit like B&S.. and i like it! as i write this the cd has ended well putting another in Saint Etienne -Good Humour and to be honest i imidiatly go to song 4 the "beatlesk" Mr. Donut. But the cd is not very great.

--Five songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me:
Thats just impossible! But ok just a few popping up which i played recently
(but remembering The Smiths "Rubber Ring" anyway)

5 World Leader Pretend- REM
4 My Death- (sung by) David Bowie
3 Cold Blooded Old Times - Smog
2 Cybele’s Reverie- Stereolab
1 God only Knows- Beach Boys

Heee who tag next i think LWS the only other one who comment on my blog hehe well nothing much happening here.

Dinosaur jr

2005-06-07T15:20:00.000+02:00

Dinosaur jr/Suicide Birds Vera-concert poster

you can find more about it at:
http://www.atomicmoogie.blogspot.com/

Jesus

2005-05-03T23:34:00.000+02:00

illusion...

press the pic
stare at the 4 dots in the middle for 50 sec.
look at a white wall or close your eyes for some time

and see..

Kissing in Paris...

2005-04-26T15:01:00.000+02:00

Robert Doisneau - Baiser de l'Hôtel de Ville (Kiss by the Hotel de Ville)

Second Renaissance ?

2005-04-22T21:47:00.000+02:00

Reading..

href="http://www.sayanythingmusic.com/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=1788&"

2005-04-22T16:13:00.000+02:00

Moon Mars Venus

2005-04-14T21:09:00.000+02:00

The Penitent Magdalen

ambres

Natty Brooker benefit 15-07-2010

50 questions for Ambres

Long time no see..

its quiet in Amsterdam

another of Rames Shaffy

Ramses Shaffy

tonger

"oh deed I do"

Silence.. PLEASE......

problems with playing clips

REM

Black Ice and more..

Madness

Killing Joke

RVU "Voor Elkaar"

String: Blog Action Day 2008

The Smiths

Fleet Foxes "i liked P.I.L. more than the mp3 you sent me on msn.."

P.I.L.

"Too much youtube kills the brain..."

Der Erlkönig

The Shins

*.* HAPPY BIRTHDAY !! *.*

Chet Baker My Funny Valentine

Schopenhauer about Noise II

For AtomicVelvetSigh

Spinvis- Voor Ik Vergeet

You Tube (3) Sonic Boom

'Hidden' Van Gogh painting revealed

Crime and the City Solution

You Tube

Pretty Protter Potter eh right..

Google Books Library Project

"Wars of Islam"

"Sunday Noise"

Schopenhauer about Noise

On Noiseby Arthur Schopenhauer

Quote from Goethe's Faust

Joss Mckinley *Underneath an Abject Window

Zen

Stars

Re: Moody Monday

Nietzsche on Hardship

Time

locked in eternal embrace

'To Be'

Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds..

Funny

26 november

Horny Frogs

Bach

Lines

Lines

Fun

Voor De Nachtegaal In Het Ei

there you go..

Overreacting

I want a car

Frost bites

Geese

refreshed

Little Annoyance Solved

8 januari

Ghost? Alien?

"Snow"

"Prove Christ Exists"

" Still Life "

light-poison

χρῶμα - Colour

Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster

BirdFlu

"Het Dolhuys"

Nietzsche from "Human, All Too Human

Sunset? Sunrise? Light!

Earthquake Kashmir

Nuance 2

Nuance 1

"Nature Imitates Art"

Autumn I

. HAPPY BIRTHDAY !! .

On Noise
by Arthur Schopenhauer

"my babe has got a new toy..." .

. Flowers .