Alex Raichev

Lucky Charm

By Billy Martin from 'Illy Beats Volume 2'.

Lucky Charm

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2012-04-24
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Mahi

Mahi is a traditional Haitian vodou rhythm. Here is a recording of the rhythm from the instructional album Drum by Geoff Johns. And here is a transcription of the rhythm by me.

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2012-04-24
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Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert… Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1818
Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2012-04-24
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Rocking Man

By Billy Martin from 'Illy Beats Volume 2'.

Rocking Man

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2012-04-24
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Snow Geese

Oh, to love what is lovely, and will not last!
What a task
to ask
of anything, or anyone,
yet it is ours,
and not by the century or the year, but by the hours.
One fall day I heard
above me, and above the sting of the wind, a sound
I did not know, and my look shot upward; it was
a flock of snow geese, winging it
faster than the ones we usually see,
and, being the color of snow, catching the sun
so they were, in part at least, golden. I
held my breath
as we do
sometimes
to stop time
when something wonderful
has touched us
as with a match,
which is lit, and bright,
but does not hurt
in the common way,
but delightfully,
as if delight
were the most serious thing
you ever felt.
The geese
flew on,
I have never seen them again.
Maybe I will, someday, somewhere.
Maybe I won’t.
It doesn’t matter.
What matters
is that, when I saw them,
I saw them
as through the veil, secretly, joyfully, clearly.

~ Mary Oliver, 2004
Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2012-04-24
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