Sunday, January 30, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
nocturnale missions (Night Journaling)
You'll catch me without a tongue.
Are you the one with dirty hands?
Are you the one with dirty hands?
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Saturday, January 15, 2011
New song by me,BÆRER :
You deploy the most secret of tones when the Counselor is here; the Old Counselor is here.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Heads speak: Night Journaling
This is something I've been cognizant of for a few years, but I'd never put it to use until now. As I am drifting off into sleep, half conscious, half not, I always hear voices talking (no, I don't mean in the schizophrenic sense). There is usually an array of voices, but they only speak one at a time. The activities of the brain prior to and during sleep are fascinating.
I decided that I would start journaling these "voices" in order to keep some sort of record, strictly for my own amusement. The following are last night's chatterings, arranged in the exact order they were spoken:
His whole family was blocked to the ancient world.
You need to know, this is what you're seeing him.
He needs a birth.
There are judgements.
The old counselor is here.
You might be too much to touch.
See, he's looking at you.
I decided that I would start journaling these "voices" in order to keep some sort of record, strictly for my own amusement. The following are last night's chatterings, arranged in the exact order they were spoken:
His whole family was blocked to the ancient world.
You need to know, this is what you're seeing him.
He needs a birth.
There are judgements.
The old counselor is here.
You might be too much to touch.
See, he's looking at you.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
No tongue can talk
Armies are amassing on many fronts in my life and mind. This is nothing new, the bends and cracks in the wall began to show quite some time ago. I know the stillness I'm now enjoying will not last forever.
But things aren't all bad. This wave that waits to break has shown me that in the midst of times like these, the thing I hold dearest, Music, moves to the forefront. Music doesn't merely distract me from my troubles, It somehow becomes more important and necessary. The truth about the part of me It makes up shows naked and bright.
But things aren't all bad. This wave that waits to break has shown me that in the midst of times like these, the thing I hold dearest, Music, moves to the forefront. Music doesn't merely distract me from my troubles, It somehow becomes more important and necessary. The truth about the part of me It makes up shows naked and bright.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Colin Marston unveils/shows off Menegroth, The Thousand Caves studio.
Unneccessary editing and censoring, incorrect spelling, but still a great peak into the prolific genius of Marston.
Studio Tour: Colin Marston - Scion Music(less) Music Conference from Scion A/V on Vimeo.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
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