Tuesday, 30 October 2012
Monday, 29 October 2012
Nils Frahm - Screws (Free Download)
i am sitting in front of a sheet of paper. my right hand is bending over my left thumb. the first day i got out of my cast i could bend it by 15°. now i am already at 50° and that makes me happy. things are going uphill...HERE
as you can imagine, it is really bad news for a pianist when he gets diagnosed with a broken thumb. that day i was sitting in the emergency room, feeling rather dizzy while thinking of a zillion shows coming up and all the people involved around it. i realised in that moment how busy things have become. it is hard to turn down interesting projects and opportunities, since i surely love my work. it actually never felt like work. playing piano and playing it for wonderful people is the greatest joy i can imagine.
for a couple of days i felt like this all could be over. how pathetic. but hey – also feeling sorry for yourself has its place somewhere. all of a sudden i had so much time, an unexpected holiday. i cancelled most of my schedule and found myself being a little bored. even though my doctor told me not to touch a piano for a while, i just couldn't resist. i started playing a silent song with 4 fingers on my left and the remaining 5 on my right hand. i set up one microphone and recorded another tune every other night before falling asleep.
the day i got rid of my cast i had recorded 9 little tunes. they have helped me feel less annoyed about my accident and reminded me that any good is something i can only achieve, when i am making the most out of what i've got.
thank you all for listening!
with lots of love,
nils
Via
Bonus:
Lee Perry on making soul music your church and the curse of 'black magic reggae'
Every single man who say he is a reggae star dead. Whereas you are living. If reggae isn’t a curse, why Bob Marley dead? Why Peter Tosh dead? Why all the Jamaican artists dead? Why are most of the Jamaican producers dead? If reggae was a blessing, they would not be dead. They would be happy, jumping around the place, singing, ‘Oh Lord thank you for saving my soul when reggae wanted my soul,’ and they would dance out of here. They would have them a long life, smoke them cigarettes and get crazy and want to kill somebody, from cigarette curse. Or they shoot somebody from reggae gun curse. Or something like that.HERE
(Thanx Mark!)
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