Post something just for the heck of it

[pat grimshaw]

http://sonar.es/en/2014/

it has 'advanced music', i.e. no mozart or bach

 

[belamyi]

he looks a little sunburnt. are there nude beaches there? we have 2 official nude beaches ten kilometres from the city

We [at least still ] have a couple of nude-friendly beach areas IN the city

 

[belamyi]

http://sonar.es/en/2014/

it has 'advanced music', i.e. no mozart or bach

I beg your pardon... Bach and even Mozart are, still, advanced music... only Beethoven has been able, so far, to catch up to them

 

[SLOPPYSECONDS]

cocks ins a field
balls a hay
butts ta sun
ans so
a alls dun

ten pizza

thankyou

 

[pat grimshaw]

here's some decadent French schmaltz —

 

[ChickenGuy]

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The women are all happy to look at him; the men are going out of their way to look everywhere EXCEPT at him.

http://sonar.es/en/2014/

it has 'advanced music', i.e. no mozart or bach

belamo, have you ever been to Ibiza?

Dance, trance, techno, rave, all night long.

You know you want to. Secretly.

(not that I've ever been to that kind of thing - not my scene at all - plenty nightclubs even here in Brighton and I've never been, not even once)

Do you like ANY modern pop or chart music for that matter?

 

[belamyi]

belamo, have you ever been to Ibiza?

Dance, trance, techno, rave, all night long.

You know you want to. Secretly.

(not that I've ever been to that kind of thing - not my scene at all - plenty nightclubs even here in Brighton and I've never been, not even once)

Do you like ANY modern pop or chart music for that matter?

Like I have been to Saturn.




At 13, might have been the case. Or maybe not even then.

(but you seem to be giving out a lot of thought over it, probing other people about it )

No. There should be a verb with the right nuance of "listening to a three-minute tune two to twenty times until you get disgusted for life" to express my natural disposition (not just "attitude"), properly fostered and cultivated along the years, towards what is usually called "modern pop or chart music".

 

[belamyi]

here's some decadent French schmaltz —

*pat mode*

I did not dare to click on it: is that some of that pop music from the XIXth century? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Pietro_Mascagni_-_Cavalleria_Rusticana_-_Intermezzo_Sinfonico.ogg


*/pat mode*

 

[pat grimshaw]

^ yes it is similarly schmaltzy, but the piece is kinda post-modernesque in that the musical line is fragmented and intermittent. And also the male voice is quite soft and feminine

 

[pat grimshaw]

...modern pop or chart music"…."a three-minute tune two to twenty times....

It is barely music. It is 95% beat and 2% tune. It is the 'soma' to accompany the pretty visuals.

Aldous Huxley prophesied it all in 1931 in Brave New World.

…the half-gramme tablet dose of soma raised an impenetrable wall between the actual universe, the electric sky-signs and their minds…the air seemed hot and breathless in loud and cheerful company… a loud and louder chorus of synthetic-ether-music mounted towards a climax ….

 

[Kulindahr]

 

[belamyi]

 

[pat grimshaw]

I could only get half way through this. But Branden likes them black. At 3.50 he says Those mixed-breed.. they're women.

 

[zoltanspawn]

 

[belamyi]

I could only get half way through this. But Branden likes them black. At 3.50 he says Those mixed-breed.. they're women.

It seems it was at about 4:00 that he said that, and I couldn't stand him barely beyond a minute, because I hate people wandering without a definite purpose, cramming 90% of it all with "so, I decided, X told me..."... but in one thing I agree with him: darker skin looks way better, and looks as if it were the real skin... lighter skin is really messy, and only a fetish for it, like in my case, can justify a definite preference for it.
BTW, the guy maybe a stratospheric airhead, but his face and head in general is hyperqkjwte.

 

[belamyi]

It's not Zacharias but... there's STILL enough Mozart in it

 

[belamyi]

 

[belamyi]

 

[pat grimshaw]

Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds;
 / And he, the noble image of my youth,

Is overspread with them: therefore my grief / 
 Stretches itself beyond the hour of death:


The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape
 / In forms imaginary the unguided days

And rotten times that you shall look upon / 
When I am sleeping with my ancestors.


For when his headstrong riot hath no curb,
 / When rage and hot blood are his counsellors,

When means and lavish manners meet together,
 / O, with what wings shall his affections fly

Towards fronting peril and opposed decay!

 

[belamyi]