I'm making this blog as a way of sharing recordings with friends, mostly of music & poetry. I really hope people will read it, & that they'll tell other people too, if they like it. there's no particular principle guiding the choice of songs; it's all just stuff I like, that I think other people might enjoy. I would love to know what you think!, & can be reached at hudbahudby@gmail.com.
also, it is very important to buy everything. (by this, I mean to say that all of the recordings on this blog are intended for review purposes only. please buy the cds.) if you own the rights to anything posted here & want it taken down, please email me & I'll be absolutely certain to.
I'm going to use zSHARE to post the files; follow the link to the zSHARE page, select "

ok!
the first song (here) is morse, by som imaginario. som imaginario is por-thu-gaize for imaginary sound. I don't know about that but. they started as Milton Nascimento's backing band & are secretly the greatest. I am going to start a band in the 1960's & the band will be called misty voyage. get it?

& but here is a recording of Egor all alone in (I think) the 80s, singing a song called lobotomija (which, wld you guess?, means lobotomy).
the lyrics go:
ветер в поле закружил, лоботомия!
vjeter v pole zakruzhil, lobotomija!
a wind swirling in the field, lobotomy!
поздний дождик напугал, лоботомия!
pozdnij dozhdik napugal, lobotomija!
a late little drizzle gave us a scare, lobotomy!
зацвела в саду сирень, лоботомия!
zatsvjela v sadu siren', lobotomija!
the lilac blossoming in the garden, lobotomy!
вот такая вот хуйня, лоботмия!
vot takaja vot khujnja, lobotomija!
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Letov was marked by a kind of dug-in perverseness, a deep instinct for the unpalatable. born in a state morally decrepit, he based his work on what Uncle Slavoj (Žžžžžžž) has called (in someone else) the "notion of an authentic 'living in truth' [that] involves no metaphyics of truth or authenticity: it simply designates the act of suspending one's participation in the game, breaking of the vicious cycle of 'objective guilt'." he acted crazy. he got across.
& the main thing, to me at least, is you can hear him a mile away, that voice constantly amazed to hear itself breaking. one song goes kgb rock! rock kgb! kgb rock! rock kgb!


металический не плачет дом
хотя в нем вешаются столко лет
непобедимо сострадает мне
и продолжает падать черный снег
далше! живите дальше! рожайте больше!
красный смех гуляет по стране
metalichesikj ne plachet dom
khotja v njom veshajutsja stol'ko let
nepobedimo sostradaet mnje
i poroldzhaet padat' chornyj snjeg
dal'she! zhivite dal'she! rozhajte bol'she!
krasnyj smjekh guljajet po strane
the house of metal does not cry
tho so many years hang within it
undefeated, it shares my suffering
and the black snow continues to fall
onward! live on! bear more!
a red laughter is walking across the country

on & unrelated, Ezra Sims is great, don't you think? if you don't I hope it's just that you don't yet, & so here is the 4th movement of his 3rd string quartet. isn't it beautiful? Izzy himself said of it, "It's a commonplace to describe sections of a piece as having written themselves when work was going at its best. But the whole of the quartet seemed something granted me rather than something I'd invented or uncovered. My role seemed essentially that of amanuenis."
& isn't that interesting, & strange, & a pleasure? the way things come in, the way everything infiltrates us, thru attention, & because of our being curious? & that we can TRANSCRIBE it?
Sims was born in Birmingham, Alabama, in 1928.

ok. I hope you enjoy this? or something. more posts are to follow.
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