winter_music
birdmad even in a desert whose edges show slight traces of green among the occasional gatherings of ice-crystals, i dream of glaciers and wind and the imaginary melody of falling snow.

primal, carnal rhythms of pagan rituals of wine and flesh and fire set in stark contrast to a cold white expanse of some faraway woodland or the sterile, pale blue of the desert as the setting moon gives way to the coming dawn.

i am fire in ice
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nom snow slush, street streams, such sound 051221
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AfPRicochetMVP the charlie brown music by the vince garauldi trio always makes me think of christmas time. that and the chipmunks 051222
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AfPRicochetMVP 96 rock was playing transiberan orchestra today. not sure if i spelled their name right, but i never thought i would hear them get airtime. 051222
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c r 0 w l the snowplow scraping against the road in the middle of the night... 080116
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birdmad Dead Can Dance "Within the realm of a dying sun"

memories of the drive back down from Flagstaff to Sedona on an early afternoon in March as fresh snow began to fall on a quiet and rather narrow, tree-lined stretch of the highway
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unhinged vespertine -- bjork
anything sigur_ros
eraser -- thom yorke
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c r 0 w l taken from my ipod, unhinged... 080117
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p uncle tulepo 080117
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unhinged if i remember correctly, part of the reason i picked up that bjork is because you recommended it.



it is sunny here
which means its cold
funny how in deep winter
as much as i long for sunshine
i dread it
frozen
frozen
the drip of melting icicles
is my favorite winter music
melting meaning
it might just be warm enough outside
not to freeze your balls off
waiting for the bus
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bird good for any season, The Plugz "Reel Ten" from the Repo Man Soundtrack, best for driving about aimlessly as the sun rises, though 080118
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no reason "winter" by tori
for cold weather
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unhinged elliott_smith

desolate
white
sparkly
brittle
snow_glare
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p six parts seven 080127
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lostgirl to be frail is to begin to be free...on repeat on my i-pod at the moment...

its almost indescribable, actually, how much i love this song.(among others of course)

thanks_raze for being the musical genius that you are and for sharing yourself with us.
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birdmad dead_can_dance the entire "Within the Realm of a Dying Sun" album... i first heard it driving up to Flagstaff as snow began to fall just past Sedona.

something about the tone of the music, the choices and voices of the instruments therein seemed to mesh so perfectly with the overcast afternoon as the high desert gave way to the forest and the evergreens and the last of the red clay soil were paved over with white
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raze to paraphrase ralph wiggum, "me, musical genius? that's un-possible!"

for me, "alas" by idaho will always be the perfect winter album. something about it always conjures up images of snow, even in the summertime. and "run but you ran" is the only time in my life i've ever heard a song by someone else that felt like it was speaking directly to me. hearing it for the first time was like a punch in the stomach, with flowers hidden between the knuckles.

"all of your friends were nuts
you miss being with them sometimes
but now it's time to help someone else
with something that you've learned a lot somehow
you will recover from
all of this sick society's fun
a lonely trip it's gonna be
a very mysterious way to be free

nothing will seem right outside
until it's right inside"
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lg credit where credit is due....

thinks you're amazing.
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raze i think pretty much any good jazz album will always feel like christmas or at least winter music to me. that's probably due in no small part to the_red_tie_club, short_lived as it was. 231224
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raze i've been saving "turn_on_the_bright_lights" for just this occasion. it's been years since i've listened to it.

"patience (after sebald)" by the caretaker probably belongs on the list too, even if the paper it's written on only exists inside of me.
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