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Songs from A StreamMay 1, 2018

May 1, 2018

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Failing and FlyingMarch 21, 2018

March 21, 2018
(A poem on World Poetry Day)

Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
It’s the same when love comes to an end,
or the marriage fails and people say
they knew it was a mistake, that everybody
said it would never work. That she was
old enough to know better. But anything
worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of the island while
love was fading out of her, the stars
burning so extravagantly those nights that
anyone could tell you they would never last.
Every morning she was asleep in my bed
like a visitation, the gentleness in her
like antelope standing in the dawn mist.
Each afternoon I watched her coming back
through the hot stony field after swimming,
the sea light behind her and the huge sky
on the other side of that. Listened to her
while we ate lunch. How can they say
the marriage failed? Like the people who
came back from Provence (when it was Provence)
and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his triumph.

– Jack Gilbert

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John DentJanuary 8, 2018

January 8, 2018
I was heartbroken to hear that the incredible mastering engineer John Dent sadly passed away before the New Year.

John was a true master and one of the kindest people I’ve met in the business.  He was so generous with his time and seemed to operate in pure flow while he worked – a rare and beautiful sight to behold.

For anyone who ever praised the sound of the LP, John worked behind the scenes and was responsible for making so many records sound the best that they possibly could.

My heart goes out to all his family and friends – a tremendous loss – he was one of a kind and will always be remembered.

Rest in peace, John D.

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Where Should the Birds Fly After the Last Sky?December 20, 2017

December 20, 2017
The Earth is closing on us
pushing us through the last passage
and we tear off our limbs to pass through.
The Earth is squeezing us.
I wish we were its wheat
so we could die and live again.
I wish the Earth was our mother
so she’d be kind to us.
I wish we were pictures on the rocks
for our dreams to carry as mirrors.
We saw the faces of those who will throw
our children out of the window of this last space.
Our star will hang up mirrors.
Where should we go after the last frontiers ?
Where should the birds fly after the last sky ?
Where should the plants sleep after the last breath of air ?
We will write our names with scarlet steam.
We will cut off the hand of the song to be finished by our flesh.
We will die here, here in the last passage.
Here and here our blood will plant its olive tree.

– Mahmoud Darwish

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Back to Work PlaylistOctober 17, 2017

October 17, 2017

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TAKE THIS HAMMERSeptember 1, 2017

September 1, 2017

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