underneath the waves
blinded by the blue

another blog?

By camden

ok, now i am doing a blog for one of the radio stations i work for as well. it's extremely low-brow, so read at your own risk.

HERE'S THE LINK.
 


By camden

You have broken me all the way down,
down upon my knees.
And you have broken me all the way down,
you'll be the last, you'll see.

Some fight you gave,
and I pushed you away
from me.

And in the morning when you turn in
I'll be far to sea.

And you have broken me all the way down.
You'll be the last, you'll see.

And what chance have we got
when you've missed every shot
for me?

And in the morning when you turn in
I'll be out of reach.
And in the darkness when you find this
I'll be far to sea.

And you have broken me all the way down.
You'll be the last, you'll see.

--credits to Once for that one
 


fire rainbow

By camden

This is the rarest of all occurring atmospheric phenomena.

The picture was captured on the Idaho / Washington border. The event lasted about 1 hour. Clouds have to be cirrus, at least 20K feet in the air, with just the right amount of ice crystals and the sun has to hit the clouds at precisely 58 degrees.
 


she intrigues me. despite her terrible name.

By camden
 


By camden
 


milosh.

By camden


i got to know this guy a little on myspace and i LOVE his music.
his name is mike milosh and he is a classically-trained cellist from canada.
soul in electronic music.
i knew someone could do it.
he has an amazing sense of melody and his voice just dances all over the beat.
his new release, 'iii', comes out on august 25 on !k7 records. don't miss it.
check out his myspace too.
 


the people at improv everywhere were at it again

By camden
this time the directive was to take identical twins and create a 'mirror' effect on the subway. brilliant. check it out here.
 


control...and passion

By camden

"...control and passion are in every poem, as they are in every instance of music man cares to continue hearing. Sometimes, as in Brahms or the Gregorian chant or in Bach, the control is heard first—with the passion later; but even from the beginning, as one lis­tens to Brahms, Bach, the Gregorian chant, one can hear control and passion in the same moment. Control and passion —philosophically speaking, rest and motion—are in all lines of poetry; in all chords of music."

--all the arts by eli siegel