Cassetto da riordinare

A drawer I collate things in

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The conservatives won. They turned the Democrats into a center-right party. They got the entire country singing ‘God Bless America’, stress on God, at every single major-league baseball game. They won on every fucking front, but they especially won culturally.
Jonathan Franzen, Freedom

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Blonde Redhead. (at Islington Assembly Hall)

Blonde Redhead. (at Islington Assembly Hall)


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Cough, Athame

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Remember when, I forget his name, but that rocker who wrote the “Marseillaise”, Jean Jacques Whoever — remember when his song started getting all that airplay in 1792, and suddenly the peasantry rose up and overthrew the aristocracy? There was a song that changed the world. Attitude was what the peasants were missing. They already had everything else — humiliating servitude, grinding poverty, unplayable debts, horrific working conditions. But without a song, man, it added up to nothing.
Jonathan Franzen, Freedom

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Shield your eyes. (at The Dome, Tufnell Park)

Shield your eyes. (at The Dome, Tufnell Park)

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Axes.

Axes.

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Owls. (at The Dome, Tufnell Park)

Owls. (at The Dome, Tufnell Park)

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Have you ever had to sandpaper a vinyl for it to fit the turntable? I have. And it works!

Have you ever had to sandpaper a vinyl for it to fit the turntable? I have. And it works!

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gangsterdoodles:

J Dilla - Donuts

gangsterdoodles:

J Dilla - Donuts

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Synkro, going into it deep. (at San Teodoro Centro)

Synkro, going into it deep. (at San Teodoro Centro)

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Fracture, educating the peasants. (at San Teodoro Centro)

Fracture, educating the peasants. (at San Teodoro Centro)

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Fracture. (at San Teodoro Centro)

Fracture. (at San Teodoro Centro)

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La bellezza di quella musica era racchiusa nel suo essere imperfetta, umana, profonda e al tempo stesso misteriosa: la profondità stava nel suono, il mistero nel silenzio. Due elementi apparentemente inconciliabili ma di fatto indissolubili. Se non c’è suono e non c’è silenzio, non c’è musica. [..] Il silenzio è quel vuoto apparente che da senso alle note.
Paolo Fresu, Musica dentro

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Presha, Loxy and Lowqui. (at Ambra Night)

Presha, Loxy and Lowqui. (at Ambra Night)

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Clarity and Strategy. (at Ambra Night)

Clarity and Strategy. (at Ambra Night)

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