Afterall, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.– Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
Silence is so accurate.– Mark Rothko
The thief left it behind: the moon at my window.– Ryōkan (via invisiblestories)
Nada Night at the Web Cave →
We’ve been talking about the rising popularity of yoga music, primarily with Hatha yogis in the West becoming listeners. This music has its roots in the traditional devotional music of India, but is changing with the interpretation of Western artists for Western audiences. This devotional music is part of an ancient practice called Nada Yoga…
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All I know about music is that not many people ever really hear it. And even...– James Baldwin, “Sonny’s Blues”
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Los Lobos: Tiny Desk Concert →
just one of the best bands in the world doing their thing inside the offices of NPR.
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The Weary Blues →
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other night By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light He did a lazy sway…. He did a lazy sway…. To the tune o’ those Weary Blues. With his ebony hands on each ivory key He made that poor piano moan with melody. O Blues! Swaying to and fro on his...
Lost Highway // Townes Van Zandt
When in the body of a donkey, enjoy the taste of grass.– Tibetan saying