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bernie connor presents the sound of music. episode forty (volume three): the miracle of life.
January 27, 2012 10:50 AM PST
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You should know by the kindness of uh dog
The way a human should be
You should feel the wet wood heart of the tree
Wood sap pop like a frog's eye
Open t' the fly 'n the blood of the river
When it ripples 'n clicks like uh waterbell
'n the elephant in his beautiful grey leather suit
Though he's wrinkled he looks smart as hell
'n the turtle's eyes carry bags very well
'n the snake's in shape
He rattles like uh baby 'wears his diamonds
Better than uh fine lady's finger
'n his fangs are no more dangerous
Than her slow aristocratic poison
And he plays his games on uh grass bed
'n uh monkey never had uh guilty masturbation
'n uh monkey wouldn't shit on another's creation
And the fatman cries throughout all creation
'cause he's got uh cold
'n the icebear dives thru blue zero for uh frozen fish
'n the eskimo wears his hide 'n chews his heart
'n the beautiful grey whale oils some bitches lighter
Someday I'll have money 'n I can frame myself
What uh picture I'll be choppin' down uh tree this week:

WE WILL NOT SHY AWAY FROM POP MUSIC.

machine gun.....band of gypsys.
technicolor dawn (magic daddy spice mix).....jez kerr.
jarza (theo parrish translation 1).....helium robots.
midnight moses.....the sensational alex harvey band.
just because.....lloyd price.
the land of the good groove (extended mix).....nile rodgers.
pill party in india (psychemagic remix).....the time & space machine.
the garden of my mind.....the mickey finn.
they're coming to take me away, ha-ha.....napoleon xiv.
talk smak.....dro carey.
when it's over.....wipers.
along comes mary.....the association.
back to the grave.....howler.
stay gold (rat's poem).....cosmic metal mother.

made in the uk. for use by all. sike and bernie in da house. x
you should know by the kindness of uh dog the way uh human should be
by don van vliet.
soundscape : The Lapaich by Chris Watson
twitter.com @bernieworld.

bernie connor presents the sound of music. episode thirty-nine (volume three): back for good.
January 20, 2012 12:56 PM PST
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Ioannis Alexandres Veliotes, better known as Johnny Otis, American singer, musician, talent scout, disc jockey, composer, arranger, recording artist, record producer, vibraphonist, drummer, percussionist, bandleader, . Born in Vallejo, California. hindus believe there are 330 million deities. In the Vedas, Thirty-three gods are listed. This is followed by the Sanskrit word koti, which is used for "class"[23] but can also be used for a number equal to 10 million. commonly referred to as the "Godfather of Rhythm and Blues".["Harlem Nocturne". He reduced the size of his band and hired singers Mel Walker, Little Esther Phillips and the Robins (who later became the Coasters). it is said that According to one view, some scholars misinterpreted the word koti - which is meant to mean "class", claiming that there are 330 million gods within Hinduism. a stream of records that made the R&B chart, including "Double Crossing Blues", "Mistrustin' Blues" and "Cupid Boogie", which all featured either Little Esther or Mel Walker. he discovered Etta James, for whom he produced her first hit, "Roll With Me, Henry" (also known as "The Wallflower"), produced the original recording of "Hound Dog" written by Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller with vocal by Big Mama Thornton, and was given a writing credit on all six of the 1953 releases of the songone of his most famous compositions is "Every Beat of My Heart", became a hit for Gladys Knight and the Pips in 1961. As an artist and repertory man for King Records he also discovered Jackie Wilson, Hank Ballard, and Little Willie John, among others. Within Advaita Vedanta philosophy the Atman is the universal life-principle, the animator of all organisms. This view is of a sort of panentheism (not pantheism) and thus is sometimes not equated with the single creator God of monotheism. Identification of individual living beings/souls, or jiva-atmas, with the 'One Atman' is the non-dualistic Advaita Vedanta position, which is critiqued by dualistic/theistic Dvaita Vedanta. Dvaita Vedanta calls the all-pervading aspect of Brahman Paramatman different from individual Atman and claims reality for both a God functioning as the ultimate metaphorical "spirit" of the universe, and for actual individual "spirits" as such. The Dvaita, dualist schools, therefore, in contrast to Advaita, advocate an exclusive monotheistic position wherein Brahman is made synonymous with Vishnu. Aspects of both philosophies are found within the schools of Vishishtadvaita Vedanta and Achintya Bheda Abheda. starting his own label, Dig, in 1955, he continued to perform and appeared on regular TV shows in Los Angeles from 1957. On the strength of their success, he signed to Capitol Records. Featuring singer Marie Adams, and with his band now being credited as the Johnny Otis Show, he made a comeback, at first in the British charts with "Ma He's Making Eyes At Me" in 1957. 1958, he recorded his best-known recording, "Willie and the Hand Jive", which relates to hand and arm motions in time with the music, called the hand jive. This went on to be a hit in the summer of 1958, peaking at #9 on the U.S. Pop chart, and becoming Otis' only Top 10 single. Ātman is a Sanskrit word that means 'self'. In Hindu philosophy, especially in the Vedanta school of Hinduism it refers to one's true self beyond identification with phenomena. In order to attain salvation (liberation) a human being must acquire self-knowledge (atma jnana) which is to say realise experientially that one's true self is identical with the transcendent self (paramatman) that is called Brahman. and ioannais alexandreas veliotes is no longer here. he left a little while ago, went some place else. nirvana beckoned.

this week: walk. and don't look back.

WE WILL NOT SHY AWAY FROM POP MUSIC.

stay......david bowie.
tiger eyes (adrian sherwood on-u sound remix).....peaking lights.
fiesta.....the tea street band.
romance......beth gibons & rustin man.
fly guy.....doug hream blunt.
hand in hand.....johnny darrow.
the pendulum......the etttes.
boy witch.....unknown mortal orchestra.
poor white hound dog......merry clayton.
portrait in black and blue.....king krule.
juvenile delinquent.....ronnie allen.
oasis seventeen.....omar s & shadow ray.
strangling good guys.....trailer trash tracys.
northern sky.....nick drake.
darling patricia.....owen gray.
the bridge.....canyons.
blue eyes crying in the rain.....willie nelson.

made in sound and shit like that by the sike and bernie. hallelujah! that's love for yer. x
made too early to mark the passing of the great johhny otis. a true hero of the sound of music.
happy birthday mr. fred jones. a good friend of the sound of music. x

the sound of music presents: kingston to seattle, the choice of a new generation. a new year mix by joseph kaye.
December 31, 2011 06:08 AM PST
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this week: wring out the old.

to see out the old year super-deejay joseph kaye provides a good-time dancing-mix especially for you. hope it comes in handy and your new year's eve swings like hell.

king tubbys meets rockers uptown.....augustus pablo.
fire......jimi hendrix experience.
digital.....joy division.
shake your rump.....beastie boys.
me myself and i.....de la soul.
lesson two (the james brown mix).....double dee & steinski.
ravers suck our sound (nightmares on wax)......le funk mob.
bankrobber.....the clash.
this must be the place (naive melody).....talking heads.
one step beyond.....prince buster.
super man, super cool.....jacky chalard.
give me back my man (party mix).....the b-52's.
extended sunshine.....rockers revenge.
you can dance (shadow dancer remix).....chilly gonzales.
juicy lady.....peter digital orchestra.
the theme from 'the warriors'.....barry de vorzon.
breed.....nirvana.

selected by joseph kaye. mixed and made by joseph kaye, bernie connor and wes 'side' storey.

happy new year, all the best for 2012 from bernie, simon, wesley, tony and joe: tsom-top-brass. x x x

photo of joseph kaye by mark mcnulty.

bernie connor presents the sound of music. episode thirty-seven (volume three): christmastime is here again!
December 21, 2011 04:57 AM PST
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Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb - born with a weak heart
(So I) guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It's ok I know nothing's wrong . . nothing

Hi yo I got plenty of time
Hi yo you got light in your eyes
And you're standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money
Always for love
Cover up say goodnight . . . say goodnight

Home - is where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
I come home she lifted up her wings
Guess that this must be the place
I can't tell one from the other
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time Before we were born
If someone asks, this where I'll be . . . where I'll be

Hi yo We drift in and out
Hi yo sing into my mouth
Out of all those kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I'm just an animal looking for a home
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me till my heart stops
Love me till I'm dead
Eyes that light up, eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head

this week: don't let the bells end (this must be the place).

winter melody.....donna summer.
campus martius.....keep shelly in athens.
the human abstract.....david axelrod.
doctor doctor.....the who.
witch hunt.....twinkranes.
easy knocking.....lee scratch perry.
hey guys! it's christmas time.....sufjan stevens.
stoney end.....the blossoms.
seven seas of rhye.....queen.
runaway.....the small faces.
lovemachine.....supermax.
rauze.....gala drop.
brink of disaster.....lesley gore.
we free kings.....rahsaan roland kirk.
be my wife.....david bowie.
i believe.....buzzcocks.
satori (jon convex remix).....etienne jaumet.
there's nothing else to say.....the incredibles.
neon lights.....kraftwerk.
how can i say i love you?.....girls.
christmas eve can kill you.....the everly brothers.
don't stop til you get enough.....michael jackson.
we bros.....wu lyf.
flying on the ground is wrong.....the buffalo springfield.
i love the nightlife.....alicia bridges.
santa and the purple people eater.....sheb wooley.
take the plunge (a beat mix).....a made up sound.
christmas (baby please come home).....darlene love.
program.....silver apples.
l-o-v-e (kem feugos version).....boom clap bachelors.
wine.....blondes.
concentration version 3.....the crystalites.
auld lang syne.....wooden shjips.
come to the city.....the war on drugs.
d'ya think i'm sexy.....hybrid kids.
the greatest love of all.....george benson.

made by the sike and bernie festive hullaballoo thang. with love from above. happy xmas and an ace new year. the sound of music really loves you. x

this must be the place (naive melody) by david byrne. for buddy & joe. happy xmas boys.

bernie connor presents the sound of music. episode thirty-six(volume three): these are the daze of our lives.
December 16, 2011 01:41 AM PST
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happiness is a mental state of well-being characterized by positive emotions ranging from contentment to intense joy. variety of biological, psychological, religious, and philosophical approaches have striven to define happiness and identify its sources. happiness is a fuzzy concept and can mean many things to many people. the challenge of a science of happiness is to identify different concepts of happiness, and where applicable, split them into their components. appiness is a fuzzy concept and can mean many things to many people. Part of the challenge of a science of happiness is to identify different concepts of happiness, and where applicable, split them into their components. One reason we have so much trouble attaining happiness is that we don't even know what it is. We keep trying to annihilate anxiety and other disturbances. But happiness has more to do with broadening your perspective, says a ground-breaking psychiatrist who blends Western and Eastern thinking. have a peculiar relationship to happiness. on the one hand, we consider happiness a right, and we are eager for it, as the advertising world knows. We do everything in our power to try to possess it, most particularly in materialistic form. on the other hand, we tend to denigrate the pursuit of happiness as something shallow or superficial, akin to taking up woodcarving or scuba diving. happiness is not a hobby, nor is it a trivial pursuit. It is a fundamental drive as basic as those of sex or aggression, but not often as legitimized in our cynical, postmodern culture. the lives of many individuals connected by the desire for happiness, often from sources usually considered dark or evil. dhe lives of many individuals connected by the desire for happiness, often from sources usually considered dark or evil. happiness. dark. evil. the thing you can do to prevent the transfer of germs is wash your hands during the cold and flu season, you cannot wash your hands too much. wash them after you’ve shaken someone’s hand, wash them after touching a door handle, a shopping cart, or after you’ve touched anything that’s been touched by someone else. You never know who handled something before you. don’t touch your nose or your eyes with dirty hands. these two places are the easiest location for germs to get into your body. yes, it's beginning to look a lot like xmas. everywhere. around.

this week: more rubbish, different order.

amateur hour.....sparks.
ought to say.....secondo.
throb (part 1).....moongoose.
dance, dance, dance (yowsah! yowsah! yowsah!).....chic.
snioers in the streets.....singers & players.
well, well, well (12" mix).....the woodentops.
torn and submerged.....pinch & shackleton.
roller girl.....anna karina.
the dustlands.....the walkabouts.
fat city.....sons of champlin.
the belle of st. mark.....sheila e.
hope.....boris.
the sweetest love.....ralph steadman.
space station #5.....montrose.
subway (smokey pokey world).....the tickle.
pleasure island.....the main stem.
poppies in the field.....the teardrop explodes.

made by bernie and r-tone. making winter-warmers for the soul. especially for you. x

bernie connor presents the sound of music. episode thirty-five (volume three): shadows, light, comfort, sight.
December 09, 2011 01:32 AM PST
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O winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark
Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs
Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.

He hears me not, but o’er the yawning deep
Rides heavy; his storms are unchain’d, sheathed
In ribbed steel; I dare not lift mine eyes;
For he hath rear’d his sceptre o’er the world.

Lo! now the direful monster, whose skin clings
To his strong bones, strides o’er the groaning rocks:
He withers all in silence, and in his hand
Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life.

He takes his seat upon the cliffs, the mariner
Cries in vain. Poor little wretch! that deal’st
With storms, till heaven smiles, and the monster
Is driven yelling to his caves beneath Mount Hecla.

this week: run from the howling wind.

WE WILL NOT SHY AWAY FROM POP MUSIC.

sorrow.....the merseys.
it goes on (dub).....storm queen.
heaven of glass.....los llamarada.
dirty talk (european connection).....klein & mbo.
greetings.....joni haastrup.
feasting of mongeese.....water borders.
the perfect kiss (12" version).....new order.
mommy, what's a funkadelic?.....funkadelic.
tell me what you want.....jimmy ruffin.
hot space.....seahawks.
dub on my pillow.....the aggrovators/king tubby.
sea cruise.....frankie ford.
faceless.....actress.
birth.....the peddlers.

made by the sike & bernie, with help from r-tone and above. running for cover, the only way we know how. x

bernie connor presents the sound of music. episode thirty-three (volume three): there is no love in the heart of the city.
November 17, 2011 11:02 AM PST
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god is the english name given to a singular being in theistic and deistic religions (and other belief systems) who is either the sole deity in monotheism, or a single deity in polytheism.god is most often conceived of as the supernatural creator and overseer of the universe. Theologians have ascribed a variety of attributes to the many different conceptions of God. The most common among these include omniscience (infinite knowledge), omnipotence (unlimited power), omnipresence (present everywhere), omnibenevolence (perfect goodness), divine simplicity, and eternal and necessary existence. atheism is, in a broad sense, the rejection of belief in the existence of deities. in a narrower sense, atheism is specifically the position that there are no deities. most inclusively, atheism is simply the absence of belief that any deities exist, is contrasted with theism,which in its most general form is the belief that at least one deity exists. if that is so in your life, make your deity michael jackson, joey barton or kurt cobain. i'd go with jackson, meself. the corpse is a lot fresher, the cute little diamante glove could be adopted just as the christians use the crucifix. also, michael was a great philosopher and an inspiration to us all. god has also been conceived as being incorporeal (immaterial), a personal being, the source of all moral obligation, and the "greatest conceivable existent. throughout history god has been outsourced to zealots and bigots as a tool to justify any argument -large or small- to their own twisted ends. god is the source of most global confrontation and pan-national conflicts in modern times. in the future -hopefuly tomorrow, maybe next year- all vestiges of god will be swept away and the world will be left to think for itself. this in itself could render the world tooo unstable to live in, as, given the chance to think for themselves and without 'divine influence' they wouldn't have a clue what to do. the world would decend down a plughole of its own making and the flat earth society will be proven right. i, for my part, will open the windows and breathe. (one more time, bernard. with feeling).

this week; for you love, i would give the stars above.

WE WILL NOT SHY AWAY FROM POP MUSIC.

roses.....outkast.
the pull......high planes.
a lot of love.....homer banks.
act on instinct......streetlife.
mehu moments.....k-x-p.
the journey (part two)......sax.
time's arrow.....prurient.
theme from jaws......lalo schifrin.
moonlight......chris carter.
feeling you got.....el rego.
find a way (original).....joakim.
i chase the devil......max romeo & the upsetters.
avalanche (ewan pearson's deeper underground re-version)......boys noize & erol alkan featuring jarvis cocker.
the spider and the fly.....the monocles.

made in the midst of a dark, grey, overcoat. overcast, overheard and over here.

happy birthday, our simon. hip-hip (hooray!) times three. x

bernie connor presents the sound of music. episode thirty-two (volume three): a working-class hero is something to be.
November 08, 2011 07:05 AM PST
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As soon as your born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool,
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years,
Then they expect you to pick a career,
When you can't really function you're so full of fear,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still fucking peasents as far as I can see,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
There's room at the top they are telling you still,
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill,
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.
If you want to be a hero well just follow me,
If you want to be a hero well just follow me.

this week: rain grey town, known for its sound.

WE WILL NOT SHY AWAY FROM POP MUSIC.

hanging around.....the stranglers.
joi is smiling.....boof.
on a ragga tip.....sl2.
forgive me.....yann tiersen.
tuesday's gone.....lynyrd skynyrd.
searching for my love.....bobby moore & the rhythm aces.
pinky's dream.....david lynch.
darling be home soon.....bobby darin.
sardines and turnip greens.....dynamic eight.
as the tower falls.....loka.
me and giuliai down by the schoolyard (a true story).....!!!
section 43 EP version).....country joe & the fish.
knights and weeekends.....light asylum.
driving away from home (wicked weather for walking)....it's immaterial.

made. by the. sike and. bernie. people. all over. the world. join hands. start a. love train. x

bernie connor presents the sound of music. episode thirty-one (volume three): i wanna blow up, not grow up. again.
November 04, 2011 10:14 PM PDT
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Far from the crazy pavements
...the taste of silver spoons
A clinical arrangement
...on a dirty afternoon
Where the fecal germs of Mr Freud
...are rendered obsolete
The legal term is null and void
in the case of ... Beasley street

In the cheap seats where murder breeds
somebody is out of breath
Sleep is a luxury they don't need
... a sneak preview of death
Belladonna is your flower
Manslaughter is your meat
Spend a year in a couple of hours
on the edge of Beasley street

Where the action isn't
That's where it is
State your position
Vacancies exist
In an X-certificate exercise
Ex-servicemen excrete
Keith Joseph smiles and a baby dies
in a box on Beasley street

From the boarding houses and bedsits full of
...accidents and fleas
Somebody gets it
Where the missing persons freeze
wearing dead men's overcoats
You can't see their feet
A Riff joint shuts - opens up
right down on Beasley street

Cars collide, colours clash
Disaster movie stuff
For the man with the Fu Manchu moustache
revenge is not enough
There's a dead canery on a swivel seat
there's a rainbow on the road
Meanwhile on Beasley Street
silence is the code

Hot beneath the collar
...an inspector call
Where the perishing stink of squalor
...impregnates the walls
The rats have all got rickets
They spit through broken teeth
The name of the game is not cricket
Caught out on ...Beasley Street

The hipster and his hired hat
drive a borrowed car
yellow socks and a pink crevat
nothing la-di-dah
O-A-P
Mother-to-be
Watch the three-piece suite
When shitstopper drains
and crocodile skis
are seen on ...Beasley Street

The kingdom of the blind
...a one-eyed man is king
Beauty problems are redefined
...The doorbells do not ring
A light bulb bursts like a blister
the only form of heat
Where a fellow sells his sister
...down the river on Beasley Street

The boys are on the wagon
The girls are on the shelf
Their commom problem is
...that they're not someone else
The dirt blows out
The dust blows in
You can't keep it neat
It's a fully furnished dustbin
...sixteen Beasley Street

Vince the ageing savage
Betrays no kind of life
...but the smell of yesterday's cabbage
and the ghost of last year's wife
Through a constant haze
of deodorant sprays
He says ...retreat
Alsatians dog the dirty days
Down the middle of Beasley street

People turn to poison
Quick as lager turns to piss
Sweethearts are physically sick
Every time they kiss
It's a sociologist's paradise
Each day repeats
Uneasy, cheasy, greasy, queasy
...beastly, Beasley Street

Eyes dead as vicious fish
Look around for laughs
If I could have just one wish
I would be a photograph
On a permanent monday morning
Get lost or fall asleep
When the yellow cats are yawning
Around the back of Beasley Street

LYRICS © JOHN COOPER CLARKE

this week: grey skies, nothing but grey skies.

WE WILL NOT SHY AWAY FROM POP MUSIC.

sons of stone/repise.....the people's temple.
nuh skin up(12" version).....keith hudson.
love tempo (mark kamins remix).....quando quango.
you don't have to tell me.....spectrals.
wishing on a star.....rose royce.
dot dash.....wire.
ancestral voices.....ras g & the allebulan space program.
ray gun.....mark e.
love's gonna tear your playhouse down (parts 1 & 2).....chuck brooks.
raconte moi -une histoire.....m83.
ruby go home.....thee oh sees.
yeah (max essa dub).....lusty zanzibar.
envy no good.....mercury dance band.
paint it, black.....the rolling stones.

made for a laugh. and nothing more by the sike and bernie. thanks. x

bernie connor presents the sound of music. episode thirty (volume three): the sound of music's sound of musicmusic.
October 27, 2011 07:08 PM PDT
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the sound of music.

See my true reflection,
Cut off my own connections,
I can see life getting harder,
So sad is this sensation,
Reverse the situation,
I can't see it getting better.

I'll walk you through the heartbreak,
Show you all the out takes,
I can't see it getting higher,
Systematically degraded,
Emotionally a scapegoat,
I can't see it getting better.

Perverse and unrealistic,
Try to make it all stick,
I can't see it getting better,
Hollow now, I'm burned out,
All I need to break out,
I can't see life getting higher,
Love, life, makes you feel higher,
Love, of life, makes you feel higher,
Higher, higher, higher, higher,
Higher, higher, higher, higher,
Love of life, makes you feel higher.

this week: all for one, one for all.

WE WILL NOT SHY AWAY FROM POP MUSIC.

what's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding.....brinsley schwarz.
tonight (king of kong beats version).....the kdms.
ravi shankar.....dubsyndicate.
just like heaven.....dinosaur jr.
wolfman.....sandro perri.
crying in the chapel.....the orioles.
walk on the wild side.....lou reed.
younger than yesterday.....real estate.
the sunlamp show (disco bloodbath effect).....the aliens.
focus on sanity.....ornette coleman.
second to none.....the shook-ups.
mad cyril (hello girls mix).....happy mondays.
with a little hepl from my friends.....joe cocker.
saturday.....vakula.
up with people (zero 7 dub).....lambchop.

made in a fanfare of nothingness by the sike and bernie. just for you. x
the sound of music lyrics by ian curtis. thanks. x

bernie connor presents the sound of music. episode twenty nine (volume three): limitless and free.
October 18, 2011 11:44 AM PDT
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although any electromagnetic force could be used to counteract gravity, magnetic levitation is the most common. diamagnetic materials are commonly used for demonstration purposes. In this case the returning force appears from the interaction with the screening currents. for example, a superconducting sample, which can be considered either as a perfect diamagnet or an ideally hard superconductor, easily levitates an ambient external magnetic field. In very strong magnetic field, by means of diamagnetic levitation even small live animals have been levitated. magnetic levitation is in development for use for transportation systems. example the maglev transportation includes trains that are levitated by a very large number of magnets and, due to the lack of friction on guide rails, they are potentially faster, quieter and smoother than wheeled mass transit systems. However, two things should be taken into consideration: first, these feats are commonly reproduced on-stage by illusionists, and, second, scientists can be fooled by tricks of skillful illusionists — as was proven by james randi's project alpha in 1979. in fact, kulagina's use of a stick was actually photographed by parapsychologists. it is possible to levitate pyrolytic graphite by placing thin squares of it above four cube magnets with the north poles forming one diagonal and south poles forming the other diagonal. a magnetically levitated (maglev) train departing pudong international airport on the first commercial high-speed maglev line in the world. shirdi Sai Baba an indian yogi described in the Sri Sai Satcharitra to have mastered the art of levitation while sleeping. only somewhat compelling and thorough case of controlled scientific tests performed recently were those of Nina Kulagina, a Russian "psychokinetic", in the 1960s. She demonstrated the power to levitate small objects repeatedly in conditions which satisfied Russian, Czech, and American scientists,[citation needed] although she never levitated herself. She levitated objects such as table tennis balls, wine glasses, and matches in conditions engineered to make the use of hidden magnets, wires, and similar "tricks" seem impossible.

levitation in paranormal context is the claimed rising of a human body into the air by mystical means. It is generally believed that there is, at present, no compelling evidence to suggest that paranormal levitation is a real phenomenon. scientific and empiricist communities traditionally attribute such incidents to trickery, illusion, auto-suggestion, and unseen natural causes. the spiritualists and religious communities tend to interpret mystical levitation as the result of supernatural action of tuning in to the Holy Spirit, spiritual energy, a deity, or sometimes from the influence of a poltergeist. Levitation is an aspect of psychokinesis. Yogic masters claim that mystical levitation can occur as a siddhi during higher levels of consciousness, such as mystical rapture, euphoria, or astral projection. yogi Subbayah Pullavar, was reported to have levitated into the air for four minutes in front of a crowd of 150 witnesses, June 6, 1936. suspended horizontally several feet above the ground, in a trance, lightly resting his hand on top of a cloth covered stick. Pullavar's arms and legs could not be bent from their locked position once on the ground.

this week: always yours.

din daa daa.....george kranz.
video games.....lana del ray.
new rose.....the damned.
obscured ny 5 (nonplace mix).....burnt friedman & jaki liebezeit.
i've got something good......sam & kitty.
get the message......electronic.
as i lay my head down.....other lives.
straight to jazzbo head.....i-roy.
i'etrange mr whinister (demdike stare's les vampires emeutes mashup).....horrific child.
le roi de mouches et le confiture de rose.....jean-claude vannier.
no good without you baby.....the birds.
catastrofuk.....john cale.
gutterspace......these are powers.
angelfish decay.....michael nyman.
runaway boys.....the stray cats.
warm in the winter.....glass candy.
i can never go home anymore.....the shangri-la's.

made for a brighter future (we hope) by the sike and bernie revolutionary council. with love, too. x

bernie connor presents the sound of music. episode twenty eight: hey tone, dig the slowness.
October 13, 2011 08:09 PM PDT
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Mrs Smoker said 'Burma' not wehrmacht
...........
but when i arrived, simon had made his own contribution. glowing. effervescent. nine feeet tall. sparkling. in the autumn murk, these diamonds had predicted our past. i was. really grateful. dead things. thronged the air. simon knew what he was talking. about. i was gonna fly to the end, see what the last page said. grumpy. with a chance.

The evil is not in extremes
It's in the aftermath
The middle mass
After the fact
Vulturous in the aftermath

Summer close season
A quiet dope and cider man
But during the season
Hard drug and cider mates

The boy is like a tape loop
The boy is like a uh-uh

Not much contact
Drinking, the men wait
They are set at nought
Because cripple states a holy state

The Werhmacht never got in here

Though it took us six years
The werhmacht never got in here
And living here you whisper, bub

This boy is like a tape loop
And he has soft mitts
But he's the last domain
Of a very black, back room brain
He learned a word today
The word's misanthropy
And he's running to and from
The cats from tin pan alley
And he's running with and from
The cats from tin pan alley
And going down the alley
Take the cats from the alley
Up to them
The alley's full of cats from tin pan

Come into the back room Brian
And meet The middle mass
The middle mass Vulturous in the aftermath
Middle mass (by MES)

this week: the fall of your tomorrow.

non-alignment pact.....pere ubu.
fizic.....cosmin trg.
hey gyp, dig the slowness.....keith shields.
we might feel unsound.....james blake.
the man.....patto.
all hands.....boom bip.
yes he saved me.....farley jackmaster funk.
the most beautiful girl.....charlie rich.
ball of fire.....the skatalites.
sorry for laughing (single versio).....josek k.
dark passages.....the drift.
shaytan.....ayshay.
you're no good.....esg.
i've never found a girl (to love me like you do).....eddie floyd.
many a time (dub version).....pete shelley.
venus in fleurs.....grimes.
nineteen hundred and eighty five.....paul mccartney & wings.

made in a flash from the cheapest cuts around by the sike & bernie. with love. x

bernie connor presents the sound of music. episode twenty seven (volume three): pining for the pork of the porcupine.
October 04, 2011 11:37 PM PDT
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fr’over the short sea, had passen-core rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggy isthmus of Europe Minor to wielderfight his penisolate war: nor had topsawyer’s rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselse to Laurens County’s gorgios while they went doublin their mumper all the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe to tauftauf thuartpeatrick not yet, though venissoon after, had a kidscad buttended a bland old isaac: not yet, though all’s fair in vanessy, were sosie sesthers wroth with twone nathandjoe. Rot a peck of pa’s malt had Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and rory end to the regginbrow was to be seen ringsome on the aquaface.The fall (bababadalgharaghtakammi narron nkonnbronntonner-ronntuonnthunntrovarr hounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthur — nuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and later on life down through all christian minstrelsy. The great fall of the offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan, erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself prumptly sends an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes: and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the knock out in the park where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since dev-linsfirst loved livvy. What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishy-gods! Brékkek Kékkek Kékkek Kékkek! Kóax Kóax Kóax! Ualu Ualu Ualu! Quaouauh! Where the Baddelaries partisans are still out to mathmaster Malachus Micgranes and the Verdons cata-pelting the camibalistics out of the Whoyteboyce of Hoodie Head. Assiegates and boomeringstroms. Sod’s brood, be me fear! Sanglorians, save! Arms apeal with larms, appalling. Killykill-killy: a toll, a toll. What chance cuddleys, what cashels aired and ventilated! What bidimetoloves sinduced by what tegotetab-solvers! What true feeling for their’s hayair with what strawng voice of false jiccup! O here here how hoth sprowled met the duskt the father of fornicationists but, (O my shining stars and body!) how hath fanespanned most high heaven the skysign of soft advertisement! But was iz? Iseut? Ere were sewers? The oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall if you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish. Bygmester Finnegan, of the Stuttering Hand, freemen’s mau-rer, lived in the broadest way immarginable in his rushlit toofar — back for messuages before joshuan judges had given us numbers or Helviticus committed deuteronomy (one yeastyday he sternely struxk his tete in a tub for to watsch the future of his fates but ere he swiftly stook it out again, by the might of moses, the very wat-er was eviparated and all the guenneses had met their exodus so that ought to show you what a pentschanjeuchy chap he was!) and during mighty odd years this man of hod, cement and edi-fices in Toper’s Thorp piled buildung supra buildung pon the banks for the livers by the Soangso. He addle liddle phifie Annie ugged the little craythur. Wither hayre in honds tuck up your part inher. Oftwhile balbulous, mithre ahead, with goodly trowel in grasp and ivoroiled overalls which he habitacularly fondseed, like Haroun Childeric Eggeberth he would caligulate by multiplicab-les the alltitude and malltitude until he seesaw by neatlight of the liquor wheretwin ’twas born, his roundhead staple of other days to rise in undress maisonry upstanded (joygrantit!), a waalworth of a skyerscape of most eyeful hoyth entowerly, erigenating from next to nothing and celescalating the himals and all, hierarchitec-titiptitoploftical, with a burning bush abob off its baubletop and with larrons o’toolers clittering up and tombles a’buckets clottering down. Of the first was he to bare arms and a name: Wassaily Boos-laeugh of Riesengeborg. His crest of huroldry, in vert with ancillars, troublant, argent, a hegoak, poursuivant, horrid, horned. His scutschum fessed, with archers strung, helio, of the second. Hootch is for husbandman handling his hoe. Hohohoho, Mister Finn, you’re going to be Mister Finnagain! Comeday morm and, O, you’re vine! Sendday’s eve and, ah, you’re vinegar! Hahahaha, Mister Funn, you’re going to be fined again!

this week: on some faraway bitch.

hey girl, don't bother me.....the tams.
diamonds (tangoterje dub).....paul simon.
on a plain.....nirvana.
let's go swimming (gulf stream dub).....arthur russell.
babylon yard dub.....king tubby/johnny clarke.
rollin and tumblin' (part one).....muddy waters.
night flight.....the revenge.
blathering out.....the walking seeds.
both ends burning.....roxy music.
think about it.....freq.
silver raven.....gene clark.
the kid with the replacable head.....richard hell & the void-oids.
shake!.....the shadows of knight.
jamboree.....thundercat.
to hell with poverty!.....gang of four.
pretend (original mix).....emika.
love is all.....roger glover.

made in several places with the same pencils and pens by the sike and bernie. for your ears only. x

bernie connor presents the sound of music. episode twenty six (volume three): you don't need permission for anything!
September 30, 2011 01:07 AM PDT
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Suburban kid an' ya got no name
Ya too dumb baby an' ya got no brain
I bet you're oh so happy in suburbian dream
But I'm only laughing, you ain't in my scheme

Bay - bee
Well, I love you
I love you
I love you

I only ever listen when you're on the phone
From your safely restrictions on home *
When I got no fear that it is you *
Then there's always you
Cause you're good for my shoe

Hey babe
I love you
I love you
I love you

You look at me and you just can't tell
You're lookin' like you just come outta hell
Acting like a dirty lavatory
There ain't no bid for your chastity

Hey baybee
I love you
I love you
I love you

I love
I'm really in love

You're trying to join the scene but you're so obscene
You're looking like a big fat pink baked bean
How did ya figure that'd you'd be use?
When all you're gonna get is my abuse

Hey babe
Well I love you
I love you
I love you

You know I don't like where you come from
It's just a satellite of London
And when you look me in the eye
Just remember I wanna die

Hey babe
I love you
I love you
I love you

(I can't take no more, we gotta stop)

this week:

WE WILL NOT SHY AWAY FROM POP MUSIC.

teenage dream.....t.rex.
the condition of nothing.....white hills.
your kiss is sweet.....syreeta.
mclovin'.....6th borough project.
gigantic.....the pixies.
come on down to my boat.....every mother's son.
viper (london arches edit).....martyn.
super man, super cool.....jacky challard.
satellite.....sex pistols.
sunrise in the muffin district.....boats.
basement dub.....prince jammy.
can i change my mind.....tyrone davis.
the dragon.....vangelis.

made in the death throes of an injun summer by weezle weezler and bernard. simon is floating in space. x

bernie connor presents the sound of music. episode twenty five (volume three): it was a great party till somebody found the hammer.
September 20, 2011 09:42 AM PDT
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I am the autumnal sun by Henry David Thoreau

Sometimes a mortal feels in himself Nature
-- not his Father but his Mother stirs
within him, and he becomes immortal with her
immortality. From time to time she claims
kindredship with us, and some globule
from her veins steals up into our own.

I am the autumnal sun,
With autumn gales my race is run;
When will the hazel put forth its flowers,
Or the grape ripen under my bowers?
When will the harvest or the hunter's moon
Turn my midnight into mid-noon?
I am all sere and yellow,
And to my core mellow.
The mast is dropping within my woods,
The winter is lurking within my moods,
And the rustling of the withered leaf
Is the constant music of my grief....

this week: covered in happiness, for want of a better phrase.

WE WILL NOT SHY AWAY FROM POP MUSIC.

the show.....doug e. fresh & the get-fresh crew.
sweet 17.....dirty beaches.
yummy yummy yummy.....ohio express.
rep you clique (remix).....dj diamond.
cup of tea.....shack.
remodernist.....the modernist.
part-time punks.....the television personalities.
my hands are always in water.....salaryman.
twitch (it grows and grows).....raffertie.
rocket 88.....james cotton.
last night i had a dream.....randy newman.
africa is my home.....joe mensah.
ramrod.....duane eddy.
drunk and crazy.....mogwai.
black heart.....marc & the mambas.
hurricane dub.....grace jones.
now that we've found love.....the o'jays.

mad once again. made all the same. the sike and bernie, the makers. yup! x

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