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3:34. A thought on Minds.

I have always been curious as to how we would develop our idiosyncrasies in terms of isolation from the world in general. Would it resuscitate the primordial quintessence inside us or beget an entirely new instinct? I believe human mind is incapable of  forming nothing. It’s unable to think of zero. Namely, if we are ever to say “what if nothing would exist. Universe, stars, planets, time, us and so on?” we would not be able to perceive and picture it entirely. Therefore if we are ever to be isolated from everything we would have ascertained the utmost balderdash but there would have always been something to ponder over. To be even more precise, think of someone left alone in void who is free from materialistic illusions and organism and is unfamiliar with anything previously thought and perceived. What would this person come up to? However, while this is not what I am going to conclude, which I will probably be incapable of, it has always been a subject of curiosity for me. What has partial isolation …

TheLarchWood’s Song of the Day: Frank & Nancy Sinatra – Somethin’ Stupid

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? Originally written and recorded by Clarence Carson Parks II in 1966, Frank Sinatra and Nancy Sinatra’s 1967 rendition is an absolute bliss to listen to. The track was issued in 1967 as a single and later appeared on Frank  Sinatra’s 1967 album The World We Knew. Somethin’ Stupid is the TheLarchWood’s Song of the Day getting 5 conifer cones out of 5 for the day. Listen Below. ? ? The rendition was recorded on February 1, 1967 and was arranged by Billy Strange.

“ফার্স্ট পার্সন”: HOLOCENE DAYS PT. 1

We didn’t have a second floor yet. Our house was almost surrounded by trees, some were really big wood apple or bael and mango trees and the small ones kind of formed bushes and shrubs. The bushes had concluded into a mound and the mound into a field to the east. It was where my friends and i would play every afternoon. Our house used to have a steeper stoop to the front porch and it was all red in color with enough space to congregate and chat. This activity was a staple back in the days for those sitting as well as those passing by especially on warm summer nights and weekends. The porch was engirdled by half wall and half grille. My granddad would sit in an armchair on there or on the stoop almost all day and would have a little chat with neighborhood folks. Some of them would even drop by to have a longer conversation and cup of tea. My granddad had a very specific routine of things that he would …

TheLarchWood’s Song of the Day: Aphex Twin – Fingerbib

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? ? Thanks to 1996 self-titled forth studio album Richard D. James Album that was and still is way ahead of its time. Arguably the most important electronic artist’s woozy synth ballad off this album is a masterpiece comprising on a minimal (in terms of Aphex Twin’s music) construction of drum and percussion has been giving out the sensation of contemporary and runaway pop culture since its release and we are absolutely grateful for that. Fingerbib is the TheLarchWood’s Song of the Day getting 5 conifer cones out of 5 for the day. Listen below.  ? ? Richard. Yep?

2:23. A thought on Hallucinations.

I take my headphone off as I find myself listening to this newly-found song for over an hour and going places while lying in this dark room at 2:23 in the morning. “Someone slowly walks by and the passing car’s sound elapses in the distance just like it was on yesterday or the day before. Like I am entangled in a loop of time.” I think to myself. Radonitsa as the track is called. A blend of ambient and folk. From “No Time To Hurry“, an album off a Russian ambient musician Foresteppe. I forsake the urge to sleep as it isn’t going to ensue anytime soon and decide to tramp. As i get past the silhouettes in the living room and open the door of the balcony I see the soft beam of a curved moon lights up the porch. I settle into an armchair. The annoyance and hardship of not being able to rest for days obliterates as soon as the tints of the moon and millions of stars shine upon my weary eyes and I …

Rabbit Island – Deep in The Big Review.

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? The troublesome thing about being a musician who writes records similar to Amber Fresh and her friends is that it’s a hard process to decide when to let go and just release a project because the tracks are mostly lo-fi and damped or in other words filled with distortion, noises and reverb that sometimes make the record only less interesting. A reason why most of the bedroom producers who make lo-fi music don’t release their tracks and they just end up being a part of live radios or continuous mixes on Youtube. When Rabbit Island posted Songs for Kids from Rabbit Island back in January, 2014 on Bandcamp it was distinct, belonging somewhere in between Frankie Cosmos’s why am i underwater?, DADDY COOL, im sorry im hi lets go, pure suburb and Benoît Pioulard’s Hymnal or even the King Creosote and Jon Hopkins’s collaborative project Diamond Mine that came out in 2011. The whole project was analogous to watching our childhood through a 8mm Kodak camera in the…

In Solitude They Are Least Alone:

‘Martin!’ ….’Martin, Martin! Look out into the street tomorrow, for I shall come.’ Martin Avdeiteh, a cobbler who lived in a certain town in Leo Tolstoy‘s short story: Where Love Is, God is. A black/white city. All quiet, static, befogged, moist, damped, or even imbecile where in a humid and pluvial morning someone has forgotten to close the windows and left for work. Think of this empty apartment. What would be the perception without someone to witness the apartment, the open window, the wet floors right under it, the damped wind, the swinging almanac on the wall, the hapless town and the savanna right outside of it, the dangling meadows and shrubs, the forests and the trees, the mild waves on the lake, the dew and water drops on the leaves, the pristine and occult spirits that only incarnate in secrecy? Or what could possibly be the perception of a post-apocalyptic city, all gray and demolished, the shattered houses, the annihilated people, or a billowing and corrugating sea at night, a dense and perplexed forest in …

The Ghost of Anhedonia:

If you walk towards west you’ll meet a crossing. There is a cafe right across the street. Closed. A road has come straight from the west, one from the south and another from north. If you walk to north, the road is quite dusty and fuzzy yellow light shines upon the place to make it look surreal. And, yeah, you’ll get to see a record store and a lady of around 30 years, probably the owner of it, noticing your existence and your walk with her cold eyes while sitting on a bench and cleaning the vinyls, on your way, right beside the closed cafe, to the north pointedly. A 2 minutes walk and you’ll get to see it.. Dreams can be admittedly expressive and are, in some ways, able to exhibit the tangible world through distortion, exaggeration, primitivism, and fantasy. However, it’s not that I have ample knowledge of dreams but what I do have is ample amount of defiled instincts. About 1937, Max Ernst, a German painter, sculptor, graphic artist, poet and a primary pioneer of the Dada movement and Surrealism, …

One Person at a Time: An Oasis of Serenity Amidst the Heart of Bakkhali

-Bony 3:30 am was when the phone rang. Nobody answered. 4:00 am, the alarm went off. I woke up, gave a call back, did a few other calls, went to the bathroom, brush my teeth, took the backpack, set out. 5:12 am was when the train was supposed to arrive. Was it on time? I don’t remember. When we reached in Bakkhali it was around 9 O’Clock in the morning. The beach was almost empty like most of the time. Minimalism has always been a thing for me. From a piece of music to a mediocre sea with a wide beach with no or few people, it has been something I’ve always found myself in love with. I have been asked a lot of times why do I love to be in a place or spend my money for a place that has no impregnate beauty whatsoever! Not that I have been able to quench their thirst for a legitimate answer because minimalism itself is a complex and abstract subject. A couple of days ago …