Sunday, November 28, 2010
Doctor Marshmallow Cubicle Syblings at 301 Overttom
Born in Wordsley 1976, making live music things, recorded and recorded writings, voice, scratches. #deepscratch
Sunday, November 7, 2010
HOLOSTHESIA
HOLOSTHESIA
360 DEGREE VRML
CUBE AUDIO-RESPONSIVE.
Headset and the HELMET
The goggles and the glasses
The room and light source
The symbolist and the language.
Bind time and bind space Bind blind
without trace Record to bind, use
Mind to find Symbol-lights source
And space-time-glue, And who is
binding Where and when to Ask the
questions of relativity See the Sufi and Zen
Grind senses into paste, sticky Combinatory
bits Process environment, synthesize, Observe,
divide, speak of the measures And the measurer
Time: together we’ll crack it. Space: spiral
curved places, things, bits Genes, memes,
scenes and binding code Social binds, contractual
bindings Human’s bind their gifts, through time
Presents are wrapped by symbol craftsmen
Descrete packets of information, bound and posted
Through and over time, We undue the bindings,
synthesize contents With symbol/light instruments
And construct and bind past information into now.
Have noosphere,
All time is bound to happen,
Its written on the boots, symbolized in the straps
The slacks and what the tailor taught us:
Integrity, tensesity, taughtness, To have pitched
a steady tent and to have struck Square on the nail.
All nail this chord hear, And nailing sound-waves
with particle Physics will bind to a space-place
Recording, beginning point stamp. And an end
date stamp. Binded. Sealed and measurable.
25ml Chinese ply.
360 DEGREE VRML
CUBE AUDIO-RESPONSIVE.
Headset and the HELMET
The goggles and the glasses
The room and light source
The symbolist and the language.
Bind time and bind space Bind blind
without trace Record to bind, use
Mind to find Symbol-lights source
And space-time-glue, And who is
binding Where and when to Ask the
questions of relativity See the Sufi and Zen
Grind senses into paste, sticky Combinatory
bits Process environment, synthesize, Observe,
divide, speak of the measures And the measurer
Time: together we’ll crack it. Space: spiral
curved places, things, bits Genes, memes,
scenes and binding code Social binds, contractual
bindings Human’s bind their gifts, through time
Presents are wrapped by symbol craftsmen
Descrete packets of information, bound and posted
Through and over time, We undue the bindings,
synthesize contents With symbol/light instruments
And construct and bind past information into now.
Have noosphere,
All time is bound to happen,
Its written on the boots, symbolized in the straps
The slacks and what the tailor taught us:
Integrity, tensesity, taughtness, To have pitched
a steady tent and to have struck Square on the nail.
All nail this chord hear, And nailing sound-waves
with particle Physics will bind to a space-place
Recording, beginning point stamp. And an end
date stamp. Binded. Sealed and measurable.
25ml Chinese ply.
Born in Wordsley 1976, making live music things, recorded and recorded writings, voice, scratches. #deepscratch
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
DJ fly agaric 23 plays Jungle beats again, for you and your tube
Born in Wordsley 1976, making live music things, recorded and recorded writings, voice, scratches. #deepscratch
DJ fly agaric 23 plays Jungle beats for you and your tube
Born in Wordsley 1976, making live music things, recorded and recorded writings, voice, scratches. #deepscratch
Monday, October 4, 2010
Sinclair On The Air 88
Born in Wordsley 1976, making live music things, recorded and recorded writings, voice, scratches. #deepscratch
Friday, October 1, 2010
RAW Illumination: Rocking along with Bob Although Robert Anton Wils...
RAW Illumination: Rocking along with Bob
Although Robert Anton Wils...: "Rocking along with Bob Although Robert Anton Wilson's published statements on music mostly expressed interest in classical music and jazz, ..."
Although Robert Anton Wils...: "Rocking along with Bob Although Robert Anton Wilson's published statements on music mostly expressed interest in classical music and jazz, ..."
Born in Wordsley 1976, making live music things, recorded and recorded writings, voice, scratches. #deepscratch
Friday, September 24, 2010
September 23rd and the Coltrane Synchronicity 2010
Awake before 9, at 11 Jehovah's Witnesses at the door, I invite them in for a chat, and I find myself launching into theological, philosophical and linguistic conversation with the two ladies. The first grey lady remained quiet, and she had a rather raw looking complexion, while the other lady who was darker and younger was born in Portugal, I discovered, and she liked to talk and converse with me on some pretty far-out subjects.
I felt that we touched on some fantastic ideas, or due to the line of conversation, about books 'the bible' texts, and speech, and 'individuals' that embody that speech, text, book? and how that can be so.
I was pleased to say that the lady had a rather pluralistic approach, and on one occasion when discussing human beings and 'spirits' she referred to us as being both at the same time.
I stated that the bible must be translated into many languages, and the difficulty's that must appear in translation, especially if the translated language is believed by some, to contain the 'words' of god, a proposed almighty creator and ultimate truth teller. Well, I proposed, surely a language closer to the signs and symbols and structures and 'sense' radiating from the bio-organic natural world of seasons, species, earth and stars, would be closer to the 'process' of that God, as I perceived him/her? And so, it follows, for me, that ideogrammic, and pictographic languages, in that they are built upon naturally poetically occurring 'forms' and 'functions' in nature, over millennia, are closer to God than alphabetic 'forms' and 'functions'. Alike mathematical 'forms and functions' alphabet seems to depend upon specific contexts and very special conditions, basically you have to be 'in the know' to grok what the feck' the symbols refer too., whereas every human being can recognize the moon, the sun, a tree, and the figure of a human being standing, sitting or bending over?
Early in the conversation, the sweet ladies did mention the 'devil' "whoops" I thought to myself at around 11.30 am, what will I say about the devil?, and it went a little something like this, but of course I am adding a little swank here, but generally I communicated my thoughts and can recast them here for you to decide how the conversation transpired.
I contended that 'the devil' could not be person, yet, the spirit of the devil could somehow infect a person, like simply having a particularly violent or self-harming thought, but where do these 'devil spirits' come from? God, genes, culture? And why do many religions personify 'Godliness and Deviliness' in human beings, when they should know better than to attach labels and terms so loaded with cultural bias and confusion to human beings, that I view as being able to 'tune into' personae, or different personality complexes, a myriad of radiant voices in synchrony singing or just humming a song of oneself. All spirits, beings and entities are out there and 'in here', or are available for those who wish to tune in. 'Tune in' to mean both; dial up your internet search engine and dial up your consciousness interacting processes. I didn't say that, I used more simple terms, but thats kind of what I meant.
I barely touched on the subject of Magick, yet throughout our conversation I realized that the methodology they may really be searching for is probably best found in the system of Magick, more or less the arts and sciences of manifesting 'reality' in conformity of will. Or about as close to direct experience, without exotic chemical aid, if you take human neuro-chemistry as not really exotic enough, that you can find, in my experience and opinion. I was going to recommend Enochian Vision Magick to the kind Jehovah's Witnesses, but I found that our freestyle speech, without really quoting sources, was not the speech/space/time to spring such a concept. But was right there, poised in mind. The space between the study of language and the study of 'spirits' where the questions of authorship and origins come up, and how to best analyze them, seems to me fully explicated in Magick, I was reminded of this while talking to the ladies.
23 Coltrane
Today (I write this at 4.00 am) was significant to me for two reasons, before the odd conversation with the Jehovah's Witnesses; I moved most but not all of my belongings out of my apartment to a new one, and the 23rd of September denotes the birthday of John Coltrane, who I view to be a grandmaster of spirit language, along with the long list musical and cultural praises to him for his innovations to be found throughout music after the fact of 'Coltrane'.
I and I and I have had a running 'Coltrane synchronicity' noted in dream journals, pre-internet, and gradually building up intensity over the years. Today,for me, was right up there in the highest intensity region, out there in stellar regions where planets explode gasses escape, congeal, and new forms... today was a day of great Unity, at least in my life, and I intersected with what I consider the heart of the matter at hand: Internet, revolution, cognitive liberty and 'the tale of the tribe', and Coltrane.
I started what turned out to be a 58 minute mix with two copies of 'spiritual' by Coltrane, followed by Lenny Bruce on the verb 'to come', 'The drum thing' chased by the map world of the Universe otherwise know as 'Giant Steps', next 'Max Roach' with his classic and new favorite of mine called 'Nommo' (the name of a tribe said to be from the Sirius star system), Sun Ra interrupts the bass solo in Nommo to unwind 'the ridiculous I and the cosmic me' from the stylus needle point, taken from the re-issued 'Antique Black' treasures, Ra and Marshall Allen tear holes inspacetime and the tempt us back to Nommo, switching to Art Blakey and Jo Jones drum duo featuring Lord Buckley mixed in by the author, in jumps Thelonious Monk with 'April In Paris' followed by Trane's ballad 'easy to remember' 'Equinox' due to the fact that the vernal equinox fell on September 23rd this year of 2010. The final tune in the mix is 'A love supreme'.
I should mention that during the recording, dedicated to and inspired by John Sinclair, he called to send good wishes, in fact it was during 'easy to remember'. I told John this, and greeted him with the news that he had cut into my 'live' Coltrane mix, and intersected with my trains of thoughts.
One hour after pressing stop on my recorder I was carrying boxes up and down stairs, moving apartment, a rather head numbing experience, seeing everything in boxes, hoping my ride would not get stopped somehow and all my shit get impounded, or some nightmare scenario, but this only lasted a while, and I was soon on the tram heading to work, leaving my new abode on the West side of Amsterdam.
Craphound.
On my feet at work, I even said to my colleague that I did not feel like I was in my own body, due to many thoughts about things associated with moving house, for the most part, but also what I viewed as the Jehovah's Coltrane Synchronicity, in my mixed up swirl of thoughts, smoke and peach juice. I think this was some feedback from what was about to transpire.
Around nine O'Clock things had calmed down a little at the cafe' after a slight surge of visitors probably due to the brief rain showers, but inside the cafe' things, to mean almost everything in my reality complex, changed, and changed utterly, at first the I-tunes juke box started playing up and spitting out the same few tunes over and over again, 'Mud Club and My Guitar wants to Kill your mama, both by Frank Zappa'. Then the lights start to flicker ever so slightly, like they do if you turn the dimmer dial too far up, but no one was near the light switches. The coffee shop cat started to 'meeow' and chatter his teeth while rolling on his back, something he never does like that.
A plume of smoke rushed through the door like a funnel or bundle of smoke, and then outside the planet saturn with its tell tale rings and autumn colors hung right there just outside the front doors of the cafe, beaming through the doors the cluster of swirling lights approached my counter, I stood in amazement before the wonder and pinched myself.
"Oh, sorry" I said to the elderly French couple who were waving a ten euro note in front of my nose wanting to pay for their cake and mixed cigarette, "for a minute I thought I was inside a computer game, and you were not really here at all, at all, your and 'I' was a fiction, a kind of sequence to a dream, Oh, please excuse me". I felt a pressure on the right side of my forehead and that kind of slight muscle twitch you get sometimes.
The cluster of bright lights spoke and as it did so all the lights in the cafe' went out, the computer kicked off with a whizz bang, and the cat went silent. Minds merged and direct transmission began between beings and objects, a unity wave passed through the shop, the people and the chairs and tables, all things whirling and waltzing the dance of maya. The letters from the posters on the wall left the frames and drifted off the wall onto the floor and seemingly all over the place. Tiny elf chemists danced on the tabletop, turning pencils into roll-out projector screens that mice could carry. The ashtrays all began to melt into intricate wheels and cogs, slowly turning against the brown and gold brass light frames.
Table mats folded and shaped themselves into thousands of tessellation's, grids, maps, calendars, puzzles, origami games and yet still functional drinks mats. The water taps unhooked themselves and re-rooted their ways up and out the cafe' the rooftop where fresh rainwater could be gathered. I looked up and the ceiling and gone, removed, missing and replaced by a remarkable labyrinth of Escher like tessellation, but in fact you have a complete scale stretched model map of the Universe according to Hubble, thanks to sensible planning between photographic arts and tailor made printing.
Somebody reached for a lightbulb and ate it like it was a peach, it dripped like a peach and the young girl seemed to be loving it, and had an amber glow like that of the peach after eating,beaming with extra amber alabaster lights and shade foot stealth.
Today, I met the author and journalist Cory Doctorow at my workplace, and turned him onto some cutting edge media, and still held a pleasant and jolly conversation with him, who i view to be one of greatest active minds of our time. I had read his book 'makers' just a half of a year ago and became inspired by said book and of course, the work he does on behalf of EFF, and beyond. A personal hero, and the last person I was expecting to walk into my work place on Septermber 23rd. best wishes, steve
I felt that we touched on some fantastic ideas, or due to the line of conversation, about books 'the bible' texts, and speech, and 'individuals' that embody that speech, text, book? and how that can be so.
I was pleased to say that the lady had a rather pluralistic approach, and on one occasion when discussing human beings and 'spirits' she referred to us as being both at the same time.
I stated that the bible must be translated into many languages, and the difficulty's that must appear in translation, especially if the translated language is believed by some, to contain the 'words' of god, a proposed almighty creator and ultimate truth teller. Well, I proposed, surely a language closer to the signs and symbols and structures and 'sense' radiating from the bio-organic natural world of seasons, species, earth and stars, would be closer to the 'process' of that God, as I perceived him/her? And so, it follows, for me, that ideogrammic, and pictographic languages, in that they are built upon naturally poetically occurring 'forms' and 'functions' in nature, over millennia, are closer to God than alphabetic 'forms' and 'functions'. Alike mathematical 'forms and functions' alphabet seems to depend upon specific contexts and very special conditions, basically you have to be 'in the know' to grok what the feck' the symbols refer too., whereas every human being can recognize the moon, the sun, a tree, and the figure of a human being standing, sitting or bending over?
Early in the conversation, the sweet ladies did mention the 'devil' "whoops" I thought to myself at around 11.30 am, what will I say about the devil?, and it went a little something like this, but of course I am adding a little swank here, but generally I communicated my thoughts and can recast them here for you to decide how the conversation transpired.
I contended that 'the devil' could not be person, yet, the spirit of the devil could somehow infect a person, like simply having a particularly violent or self-harming thought, but where do these 'devil spirits' come from? God, genes, culture? And why do many religions personify 'Godliness and Deviliness' in human beings, when they should know better than to attach labels and terms so loaded with cultural bias and confusion to human beings, that I view as being able to 'tune into' personae, or different personality complexes, a myriad of radiant voices in synchrony singing or just humming a song of oneself. All spirits, beings and entities are out there and 'in here', or are available for those who wish to tune in. 'Tune in' to mean both; dial up your internet search engine and dial up your consciousness interacting processes. I didn't say that, I used more simple terms, but thats kind of what I meant.
I barely touched on the subject of Magick, yet throughout our conversation I realized that the methodology they may really be searching for is probably best found in the system of Magick, more or less the arts and sciences of manifesting 'reality' in conformity of will. Or about as close to direct experience, without exotic chemical aid, if you take human neuro-chemistry as not really exotic enough, that you can find, in my experience and opinion. I was going to recommend Enochian Vision Magick to the kind Jehovah's Witnesses, but I found that our freestyle speech, without really quoting sources, was not the speech/space/time to spring such a concept. But was right there, poised in mind. The space between the study of language and the study of 'spirits' where the questions of authorship and origins come up, and how to best analyze them, seems to me fully explicated in Magick, I was reminded of this while talking to the ladies.
23 Coltrane
Today (I write this at 4.00 am) was significant to me for two reasons, before the odd conversation with the Jehovah's Witnesses; I moved most but not all of my belongings out of my apartment to a new one, and the 23rd of September denotes the birthday of John Coltrane, who I view to be a grandmaster of spirit language, along with the long list musical and cultural praises to him for his innovations to be found throughout music after the fact of 'Coltrane'.
I and I and I have had a running 'Coltrane synchronicity' noted in dream journals, pre-internet, and gradually building up intensity over the years. Today,for me, was right up there in the highest intensity region, out there in stellar regions where planets explode gasses escape, congeal, and new forms... today was a day of great Unity, at least in my life, and I intersected with what I consider the heart of the matter at hand: Internet, revolution, cognitive liberty and 'the tale of the tribe', and Coltrane.
I started what turned out to be a 58 minute mix with two copies of 'spiritual' by Coltrane, followed by Lenny Bruce on the verb 'to come', 'The drum thing' chased by the map world of the Universe otherwise know as 'Giant Steps', next 'Max Roach' with his classic and new favorite of mine called 'Nommo' (the name of a tribe said to be from the Sirius star system), Sun Ra interrupts the bass solo in Nommo to unwind 'the ridiculous I and the cosmic me' from the stylus needle point, taken from the re-issued 'Antique Black' treasures, Ra and Marshall Allen tear holes inspacetime and the tempt us back to Nommo, switching to Art Blakey and Jo Jones drum duo featuring Lord Buckley mixed in by the author, in jumps Thelonious Monk with 'April In Paris' followed by Trane's ballad 'easy to remember' 'Equinox' due to the fact that the vernal equinox fell on September 23rd this year of 2010. The final tune in the mix is 'A love supreme'.
I should mention that during the recording, dedicated to and inspired by John Sinclair, he called to send good wishes, in fact it was during 'easy to remember'. I told John this, and greeted him with the news that he had cut into my 'live' Coltrane mix, and intersected with my trains of thoughts.
One hour after pressing stop on my recorder I was carrying boxes up and down stairs, moving apartment, a rather head numbing experience, seeing everything in boxes, hoping my ride would not get stopped somehow and all my shit get impounded, or some nightmare scenario, but this only lasted a while, and I was soon on the tram heading to work, leaving my new abode on the West side of Amsterdam.
Craphound.
On my feet at work, I even said to my colleague that I did not feel like I was in my own body, due to many thoughts about things associated with moving house, for the most part, but also what I viewed as the Jehovah's Coltrane Synchronicity, in my mixed up swirl of thoughts, smoke and peach juice. I think this was some feedback from what was about to transpire.
Around nine O'Clock things had calmed down a little at the cafe' after a slight surge of visitors probably due to the brief rain showers, but inside the cafe' things, to mean almost everything in my reality complex, changed, and changed utterly, at first the I-tunes juke box started playing up and spitting out the same few tunes over and over again, 'Mud Club and My Guitar wants to Kill your mama, both by Frank Zappa'. Then the lights start to flicker ever so slightly, like they do if you turn the dimmer dial too far up, but no one was near the light switches. The coffee shop cat started to 'meeow' and chatter his teeth while rolling on his back, something he never does like that.
A plume of smoke rushed through the door like a funnel or bundle of smoke, and then outside the planet saturn with its tell tale rings and autumn colors hung right there just outside the front doors of the cafe, beaming through the doors the cluster of swirling lights approached my counter, I stood in amazement before the wonder and pinched myself.
"Oh, sorry" I said to the elderly French couple who were waving a ten euro note in front of my nose wanting to pay for their cake and mixed cigarette, "for a minute I thought I was inside a computer game, and you were not really here at all, at all, your and 'I' was a fiction, a kind of sequence to a dream, Oh, please excuse me". I felt a pressure on the right side of my forehead and that kind of slight muscle twitch you get sometimes.
The cluster of bright lights spoke and as it did so all the lights in the cafe' went out, the computer kicked off with a whizz bang, and the cat went silent. Minds merged and direct transmission began between beings and objects, a unity wave passed through the shop, the people and the chairs and tables, all things whirling and waltzing the dance of maya. The letters from the posters on the wall left the frames and drifted off the wall onto the floor and seemingly all over the place. Tiny elf chemists danced on the tabletop, turning pencils into roll-out projector screens that mice could carry. The ashtrays all began to melt into intricate wheels and cogs, slowly turning against the brown and gold brass light frames.
Table mats folded and shaped themselves into thousands of tessellation's, grids, maps, calendars, puzzles, origami games and yet still functional drinks mats. The water taps unhooked themselves and re-rooted their ways up and out the cafe' the rooftop where fresh rainwater could be gathered. I looked up and the ceiling and gone, removed, missing and replaced by a remarkable labyrinth of Escher like tessellation, but in fact you have a complete scale stretched model map of the Universe according to Hubble, thanks to sensible planning between photographic arts and tailor made printing.
Somebody reached for a lightbulb and ate it like it was a peach, it dripped like a peach and the young girl seemed to be loving it, and had an amber glow like that of the peach after eating,beaming with extra amber alabaster lights and shade foot stealth.
Today, I met the author and journalist Cory Doctorow at my workplace, and turned him onto some cutting edge media, and still held a pleasant and jolly conversation with him, who i view to be one of greatest active minds of our time. I had read his book 'makers' just a half of a year ago and became inspired by said book and of course, the work he does on behalf of EFF, and beyond. A personal hero, and the last person I was expecting to walk into my work place on Septermber 23rd. best wishes, steve
Born in Wordsley 1976, making live music things, recorded and recorded writings, voice, scratches. #deepscratch
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Ninja Tune XX Takes Over Shoreditch
Born in Wordsley 1976, making live music things, recorded and recorded writings, voice, scratches. #deepscratch
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Fly's Sleeping Broadcast on Radiofreeamsterdam.
STEVE FLY’S SLEEPING BEAUTY
Published: July 1, 2010
Posted in: Steve Fly
Fly Agaric Studio
Sunday, June 14, 2010
Amsterdam, NL.
STEVE FLY’S SLEEPING BEAUTY
DJ Fly presents Sleeping Beauty, a selection of vinyl cuts for an outer space journey featuring music by Sun Ra & His Intergalactic Arkestra, Parliament, Jimi Hendrix, Charles Mingus, Salah Ragab, and Peter Thomas, plus some splintered vinyl fragments from DJ Food, The Heliocentrics, the Moonglows, Cosmic Couriers, and John Barry, plus a cut from John Sinclair & the Pinkeye Orchestra all mixed together. Dedicated to other worlds and to other weird playful words. Special thanks to John Sinclair and Kindred Spirit Records Amsterdam for most of the tasty plates I get to serve up into the ear.
“So here you are. As a listener, you hold documentation of the cosmic conversation. Astro-physics plus Egyptian hieroglyphics equal Space is the Place.”
—Michael Ray,
Notes to Sun Ra: Disco 3000
El Saturn/Art Yard Records, 2007
Playlist SLEEPING BEAUTY
[01] DJ Food: Colours Beyond Colours
[02] Sun Ra: Springtime Again
[03] Heliocentrics: Intermission
[04] Moonglows: Please Send Me Somebody To Love
[05] Sun Ra: Dance Of The Cosmo-Aliens
[06] Jimi Hendrix: The stars that play with laughing Sam’s dice
[07] DJ Food: A Trick Of The Ear
[08] Parliament: P-Funk (Wants to Get Funked Up)
[09] Charles Mingus: Oh Lord Don’t Let Them Drop That Atomic Bomb on Me
[10] John Sinclair & Pinkeye Orchestra: Nuclear War
[11] Sun Ra: Friendly Galaxy
[12] Norman Whitfield: UFO’s
[13] Peter Thomas: Stars And Rockets
[14] Salah Ragab: Ramadan in Space Time
[15] Sun Ra: Sleeping Beauty.
Produced by Steve “Fly” Pratt
Recorded by Dj Fly Agaric 23 at Fly Agaric Studio, Amsterdam using
Two Vestax Turntables 1 Tascam mixer. Zoom H4 recorder.
Monday, June 14, 2010, 5:00-6.30 pm
Post-production, editing & annotation by John Sinclair
© 2010 Fly Agaric 23. Used with permission.
http://www.radiofreeamsterdam.com/steve-fly%E2%80%99s-sleeping-beauty/
Born in Wordsley 1976, making live music things, recorded and recorded writings, voice, scratches. #deepscratch
Monday, June 14, 2010
SLEEPING BEAUTY: DJ FLY MIX.
DJ Fly presents 'Sleeping Beauty' a selection of vinyl cuts with an 'outer space' theme, featuring music by 'Sun Ra and his Intergalactic Arkestra, Parliament, Jimi Hendrix, Charles Mingus, Salah Ragab, Peter Thomas, plus some splintered vinyl fragments from DJ Food, The Heliocentrics, The Moonglows, Cosmic Couriers, John Barry, mixed together.
"So here you are. As a listener, you hold documentation of the cosmic conversation. Astro-physics plus Egyptian hieroglyphics equal Space is the Place. --Michael Ray. 2007. (Taken from the album SUN RA: DISCO 3000. EL SATURN recording. Re-mastered and Re-issued by ART YARD Ltd.)
- Colours Beyond Colours - DJ Food
- Sun Ra - Springtime Again
- Heliocentrics - Intermission
- Moonglows – Please Send Me Somebody To Love
- Cosmic Couriers – The Electronic Scene
- Sun Ra - Space Is The Place
- John Barry - The Door Opens
- Jimi Hendrix - The stars that play with laughing Sam’s dice
- DJ Food - A Trick Of The Ear
- Parliament – P-Funk (Want’s to Get Funked Up)
- Charles Mingus - Oh lord don’t let them drop the atomic bomb on me.
- Sun Ra - Friendly Galaxy.
- Norman Whitefield - UFO’s
- Peter Thomas – Stars And Rockets.
- Heliocentrics – Somewhere Out There
- Sun Ra - Dance Of The Cosmo-Aliens
- Salah Ragab - Ramadan in Space time
- Sun Ra - Sleeping Beauty.
Recorded by DJ FLY AGARIC 23 @ Fly Agaric Studio's Amsterdam.
Monday 14th June, 2010. 5-6.30 PM.
Using two Vestax Turntables 1 Tascam mixer. Zoom H4 recorder.
Thanks to John Sinclair and Kindred Spirit Records Amsterdam for most of the tasty plates I get to serve up. Dedicated to other worlds and to other weird playful words.
Fly Agaric 23, 2010.
Sleeping Beauty DJ Fly by djflyagaric23
Sleeping Beauty DJ Fly by djflyagaric23
Born in Wordsley 1976, making live music things, recorded and recorded writings, voice, scratches. #deepscratch
Sunday, June 6, 2010
The Simonsound Solid Steel Transmission
Great quality VJ/DJ set of most my fav. things, live breaks, pyschoative distortion and sci-fi musicological visuals, yeah.
The Simonsound Solid Steel Transmission from Solid Steel on Vimeo.
Born in Wordsley 1976, making live music things, recorded and recorded writings, voice, scratches. #deepscratch
Monday, May 17, 2010
Circles of fifths Deluxe & poems.
FATHER
CHRISTMAS
GOT
DOWN
AN
ESCALATOR
BACKWARDS
GOT (b)
DOWN (b)
AN (b)
ESCALATOR (b)
BACKWARDS (b)
FATHER
CHRISTMAS
GOT
DOWN
AN
ESCALATOR
BACKWARDS
GOT (sh)
DOWN (sh)
BACKWARDS (sh)
Finn
Circles
Green
Dolphins
And
Eats
Bats
Going
Down
Beach
Fly
Crylic
Garick
DJ
Amanita
Eater
Backstroke
Garick
DJ
Amanita
Eater
Backstroke
Born in Wordsley 1976, making live music things, recorded and recorded writings, voice, scratches. #deepscratch
Friday, May 14, 2010
On being and becoming
Magic mushrooms and other highs: from toad slime to ecstasy
By Paul Krassner
Native American education: a reference handbook
By Lorraine Hale
How invention begins: echoes of old voices in the rise of new machines
By John H. Lienhard
Communicating ethnic and cultural identity
By Mary Fong, Rueyling Chuang
Interaction and identity
By Hartmut B. Mokros
Woodland habitats
By Helen J. Read, Mark Frater
By Paul Krassner
Native American education: a reference handbook
By Lorraine Hale
How invention begins: echoes of old voices in the rise of new machines
By John H. Lienhard
Communicating ethnic and cultural identity
By Mary Fong, Rueyling Chuang
Interaction and identity
By Hartmut B. Mokros
Woodland habitats
By Helen J. Read, Mark Frater
Born in Wordsley 1976, making live music things, recorded and recorded writings, voice, scratches. #deepscratch
Saturday, May 1, 2010
SUN RA MAYDAY MIX 2010
Born in Wordsley 1976, making live music things, recorded and recorded writings, voice, scratches. #deepscratch
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Shouts
CHU John Sinclair New Flesh Kai Eckhardt Prop Deborah Charles Juice 126 Craig Easley Rabbi D Dublin' (S.F) Giovanni Marks Juice Aleem Eyesful Matt Black Alfred Howard Stitch' Dava Muse Sam Flott Peters' Core Rhythm Farbeon Alan Hertz Reggie Watts Elliot Levin Robin Blunt Sticky Digits Aries
Born in Wordsley 1976, making live music things, recorded and recorded writings, voice, scratches. #deepscratch
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