On 21 december begins a New Age for our soul, mind and body, an age of a higher consciousness, be welcome and enjoy of a very well selected songs for this very special moment, celebrating a new beginning.
melodies that play on the breeze in the sleepy little valley town lost in time that sits just outside the city. the wood craftsman hums these songs, the criminal kills in the forest to these songs, the woman with the flowing skirt and beads in her hair sings these songs to passersby for a dime or two, the travelers on the highways to and from the city hear these songs on the radio and think "i think i've been here before in another life."
for the circus only open at night, housing decaying clockwork dolls and dancing corpses in the tents. for the tightrope walker who hung herself and the knife thrower with a thousand stab wounds. for the clown with the painted on smile laughing as the clown with the painted on frown slices your throat. for the starving animals mauling the children who are taking one last lick of their lollipops. for the ringleader on mercury giving smile and a bow as it goes dark and the bloodbath begins.
for the recurring malicious figure in your dreams who always skirts on the edges of your vision, constructing the chaos with a gentle grace that makes your skin crawl. for being a puppet, for being lost in a nightmarish fever. for begging why your tormentor won't just kill you--and getting the answer: "that wouldn't be convenient; not yet."
a ghost whose dark energy is made up of teen angst, bitterness, loud guitars, echoing synth & pianos, intense longing for the things he can’t have, the tragedy of plans gone horribly awry, & psychosis. so, so much psychosis.
a mix for tate langdon of fx's american horror story in the first season's murder house arc
"...i think of us more as flowers in the attic. paper flowers. born so brightly colored, and fading fuller through all those long, grim, dreary, nightmarish days when we were held prisoners of hope, and kept captives by greed."
a fanmix for the novel flowers in the attic by v.c. andrews
a mix for the monster boys & monster girls that come out at night and come alive with flesh and bone between their teeth, an acidic bloodstream causing them to strip down and feverishly dance and throw themselves against each other before returning to hell in the morning
"The thing is, if you just do stuff and nothing happens, what's it all mean? What's the point? Oh right, this whole thing is about self-acceptance. [...] No, you know what, why I'm here in the first place--is to sell you meth! You're nothing to me but customers! I made you my bitch! You okay with that? Huh? You accept?"
fanmix for jesse pinkman of the amc's breaking bad.
for rebel boys in dystopian landscapes, from solitary confinement to the new york city underground. for the one who won't take the pills and won't allow himself to be considered an animal. for the brave soul who will look his government in the eyes, smile, and say, "i won't let you color my emotions gray. i'm in technicolor."
Dançando no magma terrestre enquanto as rochas dobram no final dos tempos loucos de 2012. Tem Lucas Santtana, Do Amor, Holger e mais um monte de tscdum dum dum sem noção com chocolate granulado e maniçoba. Feito por mim e pela @camila_mariah.
Definition of Pan·a·ce·a
1. a remedy for all disease or ills; cure-all.
2. an answer or solution for all problems or difficulties.
Thirteen tracks including music by Two Door Cinema Club, Work Drugs and Purity Ring.
Enjoy your indie summer!
Loosely based on the BBC's adaptation of Sebastian Faulks's Birdsong. I tried to capture the atmosphere rather than the story.
Eleven tracks including music by The Maccabees, Stateless and Silversun Pickups.
open your eyes, stretch, reach for the bowl, take a hit, hold it in, exhale, press play, press pause, grab your iced coffee, press play again.
(Eighteen tracks including songs by Professor Ojo, DZA, Thallus & more.)
A good doze of a bit darker ambient paired with massive drones and other background/foreground noise. Something slightly different may also have found its way in. Part one, enjoy!
Bob Dylan and Suze Rotolo walking along Jones Street, New York City in February, 1963. A few months later this photo would be used as the album cover for The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan (as you surely know).