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How we live by time! How we live by the watch, the clock! We’re brought up to the clock. We’re brought up to respect the clock, to admire the clock, punctuality. We live a life to the clock - you wake to the clock, you go to work to the clock, you clock in to the clock, you clock out to the clock, you come home to the clock, you eat to the clock, you drink to the clock, you go to bed to the clock, you get up to the clock, you go back to work to the clock… You do that for forty years of your life, you retire, and what do they fucking give you? A clock.
Dave Allen (x)

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I really enjoy people and their company, but, yes, I also like to be really, really alone. I’m not saying I’m comfortable in my thoughts, but I need time alone to be able to process them. And intense social situations are exhausting, totally exhausting. I can take some of them, and enjoy them, but I know my limits. Let’s put it this way – you won’t find me at a nightclub any time soon.
Laura Marling (via marlingblog)

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…when I talk of the possibilities of ‘music’, I don’t prioritise or ‘really mean’ classical music, as the term is often used in certain circles. Nor do I ‘really mean’ any sort of popular or Western music. I don’t even ‘really mean’ ‘art’ music, or ‘difficult’ music, or ‘serious’ music - awkward terms that have been used to differentiate, separate and territorialise musical activity in the past. I don’t even mean whatever we consider to be ‘good’ music. I mean music in all its senses, all its past, present and future senses. Music in senses that haven’t even been discovered or practiced yet. Music before categories and without prejudices, to the fullest extent of the word’s meanings and consequences
Adam Harper, Infinite Music 2011 p8

In more positive news, I am working on composition ideas. At the moment I’m exploring a notation idea I’ve had an idea of for a while. It involves blocks of visual information. I used to have a recurring dream about discovering ancient stone tablets with musical scores painted on them. The ideas I’m developing are inspired both by that dream and by the cartouches used in hieroglyphics, which I know little about really. At the moment I’m just trying to figure out how my system will work and how the blocks will interact, while also thinking about what the piece itself will be! If a pieces comes out of this, I hope to perform it at the concerts I’m organising on August 3rd in Croydon. Details and tickets are here: http://www.wegottickets.com/event/221002

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I never get tired of this photo.

Ella Fitzgerald was not allowed to play at Mocambo because of her race. Then, one of Ella’s biggest fans made a telephone call that quite possibly changed the path of her career for good. Here, Ella tells the story of how Marilyn Monroe changed her life:

“I owe Marilyn Monroe a real debt… she personally called the owner of the Mocambo, and told him she wanted me booked immediately, and if he would do it, she would take a front table every night. She told him – and it was true, due to Marilyn’s superstar status – that the press would go wild. The owner said yes, and Marilyn was there, front table, every night. The press went overboard. After that, I never had to play a small jazz club again. She was an unusual woman – a little ahead of her times. And she didn’t know it.”

Lauren Redhead: #CreativeMay

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This morning I decided that I needed a project to organise my work for the rest of this month. The main reason for this is that although I’m not short of work I’ve been finding myself short of motivation. An undesirable consequence of precarious employment is that I’m currently homeless and in…

Please read this post. It’s important to understand just how precarious academic/creative life can be, especially in a society which seems increasingly doubtful of the worth of such occupations. There’s a lot more I would like to say, but it would take more time than I have right now and really the main point is that you should all read and share this

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