
monk parakeet | wild brooklyn
January 30, 2016 at 01:22PM
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monk parakeet | wild brooklyn
January 30, 2016 at 01:22PM
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meanwhile, IRL
January 29, 2016 at 10:19AM
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sled shreds
January 28, 2016 at 10:31AM
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9th St @ 4th Ave. Woman into phone, other hand gestures into space: "…the one thing I know is -" [salt truck roars by] "- so stop caring!"
— westy (@westyreflector) January 25, 2016
Infinite Destination off Hola, Sayulita! (bandcamp | cdbaby | spotify | itunes) and Reflected.10×10 (bandcamp | freemusicarchive) finds perfect traveling companions in the writers of roughontheroad.com, an engaging, open-hearted chronicle of a wandering, motorcycle-driven life.
Motorcyclists gravitate towards my tracks for their videos. Hopefully they find in my writing kindred spirits of independence and open roads.
YouTube liner notes:
Published on Jan 23, 2016
We – Greg Stone and Jessica Ferndriger – are international aid workers and motorcycle travelers. We met in South Sudan, moved to Liberia, embarked on an eight month motorcycle trip from Canada to Chile, and we ride our BMW GS motorbikes daily for commuting and travel. Visit us at www.roughontheroad.com.Music: “Infinite Destination” by Westy Reflector
Source Track:
jonas v. @catmthomas
January 23, 2016 at 06:54PM
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Ten more dice rolls. Records don’t so much freeze as liquify time. I’ve lost years to music. Time is the price you pay, however, to alleviate dreams.
Almost X where X = whom, where, what or even why you want to be. Let’s fly this town, through the looking glass, riding our 99th dream into the stars, towards X.
“Nothing means anything.” – Kurt Vonnegut
:^D
released January 15, 2016
Written, performed and produced by Westy Reflector
Cover photo: “Drew’s Spare”
Dave Westreich, 17 July 2010, 04:02
Lead guitar on That Old Guitar:
Jason Perkel | switchfactory.com
Samples on Sedimentronic Figures
courtesy of:
Rupert Lally | rupertlally.bandcamp.com
and
Ahornberg | ahornberg.bandcamp.com
sterling thursday
January 14, 2016 at 10:37AM
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This track started out life as a disquiet junto challenge a couple years ago:
Assignment: re-tell a single-page comic strip, 99 Ways To Tell A Story [Panel 1], by Matt Madden:
Background (via disquiet.com): “Matt Madden’s single-page comic is the template for a book he created titled 99 Ways to Tell a Story: Exercises in Style. In the book, Madden told that same story 99 different ways, each in a different comic-book style. For example, he told it as a superhero comic, he told it as a manga, he told it as experienced from upstairs, and he told it as if it were overheard at a bar. Madden did this in homage to the French writer Raymond Queneau’s own Exercises in Style, which is a key text of the literary movement known as Oulipo. Oulipo approaches the act of writing with intentional constraints, and the movement’s approach to creativity was a strong influence on the development of the Disquiet Junto. Oubapo is the name of the comics version of Oulipo. What we’re up to is the musical version: Oumupo.”
Original track is here.
…Time to make up your mind
Time never falls behind
Time to make up your mind and close the doorShe drew you in, black and white
From her studio in the sky
She drew you eight times ninety-nine…Frames in time
And you will never escape that night
Until you make up your mind
And close the doorShould’ve paid off those bills
Should’ve laid off those pills
Should’ve written one more word
Before you put your machine to sleepWhat the hell were you looking for
when you opened up that door?
What the hell were you looking for,
if not time?It’s just like Jack once said
“Bittersweet life is at best.”
A Spanish-language podcast (out of Argentina? edit 03182016: confirmed!) called La Sección Pirulo has been spinning my tracks. In Episode 8 below, The Next Big Thing plays at ~06:10 and in Episode 9 below, Save The World (From Ourselves) plays at ~45:00. With my rudimentary ear for Spanish, I can infer the meaning of some of the comments after the tracks, leaving me with equal feelings of excitement and terror. I do love, however, hearing my name in a foreign accent. Language is one of the last tangible proofs of a world bigger and older than our technology. Context is everything.
¡Ya está aquí toda la alegría, el colorido y el ritmo tropical de La Sección Pirulo! En esta ocasión, Dave cumple con la amenaza sembrada en el episodio anterior con un repaso de por qué los cómics en los años 90 fueron tan horribles. Mientras tanto, Agropio nos cuenta de películas baratas de extraterrestres y revive algunos traumas, por momentos simultáneamente. Así que pegale una escuchada o no vas a tener de qué hablar el lunes en la oficina con lo pibe.
Hoy suena:
Tate Peterson – Ragtime.
Westy Reflector – The Next Big Thing.
Cory Gray – One-shot Charlie.
Heftone Banjo Orchestra – Policy King.
Nora Keyes – The Show is Over.
…Agropio nos cuenta sobre La Historia Sin Fin (pero por un rato; en un punto termina) y Dave nos cuenta sobre el Comics Code (y eso que Dave no tiene códigos), así que básicamente, no se puede confiar en nadie… ¿o acaso sí se puede? La respuesta, en este emocionante episodio de La Sección Pirulo.
Canciones:
Minden – Something Small.
TV Girl – Lovers Rock.
Goto80 – Square and Enjoy.
Westy Reflector – Save the World from Ourselves.
Cory Gray – One-Shot Charlie.
Nora Keyes – The Show is Over.
swamp oak king head
January 08, 2016 at 10:00AM
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2016 project: Put my solo work from the last few years onto Spotify, iTunes, Amazon, etc. The permanency of these commercial uploads requires (re)mastering and attention to details often overlooked in the flurry of my usual ad-hoc self-releasing. Particle Theory (2014) is first up. Every spin puts a shred of lettuce on a sandwich and thus always appreciated.
:^D
commander sterling, prospect park northwest quadrant
January 03, 2016 at 10:22AM
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“Nothing means anything.”
– Kurt Vonnegut
LYRICS
There’s no right and wrong or light and dark
There are only in-betweens
When this world gives you no end
And you know nothing but your meansNothing means anything
I crossed state lines and changed my name
Twenty years down that way
Still lost in song; still don’t belong
Nothing’s changed nothing’s changedNothing means anything
It’s how you end,
not where you start
Life is easy –
it’s living that’s hardDispossession, constant rejection
A world designed to keep you low
So the smartest thing you can ever do
Is let goNothing means anything