Oct. 31st, 2020
Autechre - Warp Tapes 89-93
Oct. 31st, 2020 05:44 amTwo hours of divine electronica.
Autechre - Warp Tapes 89-93
2 hour set of previously unpublished records, broadcasted for the first time at NTS Radio to celebrate 30 years anniversary of Warp Records. The whole set is available to download for free from Autechre official website: http://autechre.bleepstores.com
Autechre - Warp Tapes 89-93
2 hour set of previously unpublished records, broadcasted for the first time at NTS Radio to celebrate 30 years anniversary of Warp Records. The whole set is available to download for free from Autechre official website: http://autechre.bleepstores.com
Saturday Selection #1
Oct. 31st, 2020 09:44 amAnother eclectic selection -
Iannis Xenakis - Metastaseis
Conductor: Arturo Tamayo
Orchestra: Luxembourg Philharmonic Orchestra
Aaron Copeland - Quiet City
The Body - A Lament
The poem in the beginning is "Kaleidoscope" by Douglas Dunn.
To climb these stairs again, bearing a tray,
Might be to find you pillowed with your books,
Your inventories listing gowns and frocks
As if preparing for a holiday.
Or, turning from the landing, I might find
My presence watched through your kaleidoscope,
A symmetry of husbands, each redesigned
In lovely forms of foresight, prayer and hope.
I climb these stairs a dozen times a day
And, by the open door, wait, looking in
At where you died. My hands become a tray
Offering me, my flesh, my soul, my skin.
Grief wrongs us so. I stand, and wait, and cry
For the absurd forgiveness, not knowing why.
Tetuzi Akiyama - Time Between
ENJOY.
Iannis Xenakis - Metastaseis
Conductor: Arturo Tamayo
Orchestra: Luxembourg Philharmonic Orchestra
Aaron Copeland - Quiet City
The Body - A Lament
The poem in the beginning is "Kaleidoscope" by Douglas Dunn.
To climb these stairs again, bearing a tray,
Might be to find you pillowed with your books,
Your inventories listing gowns and frocks
As if preparing for a holiday.
Or, turning from the landing, I might find
My presence watched through your kaleidoscope,
A symmetry of husbands, each redesigned
In lovely forms of foresight, prayer and hope.
I climb these stairs a dozen times a day
And, by the open door, wait, looking in
At where you died. My hands become a tray
Offering me, my flesh, my soul, my skin.
Grief wrongs us so. I stand, and wait, and cry
For the absurd forgiveness, not knowing why.
Tetuzi Akiyama - Time Between
ENJOY.
The Hosting Of The Sidhe
The host is riding from Knocknarea
And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare;
Caolte tossing his burning hair
And Niamh calling Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam,
Our arms are waving, our lips are apart;
And if any gaze on our rushing band,
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
We come between him and the hope of his heart.
The host is rushing 'twixt night and day,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caolte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away.
By William Butler Yeats
The host is riding from Knocknarea
And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare;
Caolte tossing his burning hair
And Niamh calling Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam,
Our arms are waving, our lips are apart;
And if any gaze on our rushing band,
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
We come between him and the hope of his heart.
The host is rushing 'twixt night and day,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caolte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away.
By William Butler Yeats