Alex Raichev

Hooray Hoorah

Some insight and a song from Ran Prieur's 2019-10-16 blog post:

"I've heard that psychedelic drugs cure depression, and maybe I just need to take bigger doses, but the reason I'm suddenly cynical about humanity, is that last week I took LSD and walked up the river trail out of town. Every time I do it, it's pretty much the best day I've ever had, and I understand that every blade of grass is more impressive than the combined works of humanity. And then I have to go back to the human world and default human cognition, and it's awful. This song describes it perfectly.

"Don't worry, I'm not considering suicide. I believe that fate has plans for me, and if I quit, I'll have to start over. But when I think about my own death, the main thing I feel is relief. Then when I think about it more carefully, I don't actually want to die, I just want to have no responsibilities.

"Don't we all —and that's not normal. It's because our society is in full-on decline. I remember in third grade when they taught us the word 'responsibility', and I was immediately suspicious. Only now can I explain why: Responsibility is a social tool to maintain the inertia of activities that at one time someone felt like doing, but now nobody does."

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2019-10-21
Tags: music
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Paper Dragon Demos Batch 1

This post has been moved to Paper Dragon's website.

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2019-05-02
Tags: music, Paper Dragon
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The Dø: Despair, Hangover & Ecstasy


Video sourced from YouTube here.

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2019-03-16
Tags: video, music
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Wye Oak: Civilian


Video sourced from YouTube here.

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2019-03-15
Tags: video, music
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Movie Tunes

I watched two Wes Anderson films a few weeks back and especially enjoyed these tunes from them:

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2017-08-06
Tags: music
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Fern Hill

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.

And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.

All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.

And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.

And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace.

Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

~ Dylan Thomas, 1945

I set the beginning of this poem to music. These days i play the tune faster at about 52 beats per minute.

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2016-05-27
Tags: poem, Thomas, music
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Wintergatan Marble Machine


Video sourced from YouTube here.


Video sourced from YouTube here-o.

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2016-04-01
Tags: video, music
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Video sourced from YouTube here.

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2015-12-25
Tags: video, music
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Video sourced from YouTube here.

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2015-04-12
Tags: video, music
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Ramayana Monkey Chant.

Video sourced from YouTube here.

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2014-02-24
Tags: Bali, video, music, monkey chant, drums
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