79.çoxdandır yarım qalan heç bir proyekti bitirə bilmirəm ama bugün otaq yoldaşımın ad günüdür, onunla birlikdə hazırladığımız psychodəli musiqini bitirdim axırı ki,
82.*telefonla rekord etdiyiniz musiqini play edib başqa rekorderlə yenidən rekord edərək üstünə başqa instrument ya melodiya/vocal ifa edə bilərsiniz bu arada. ağlıma gəıldi, ilk dəfə yoxladım, maraqlıdı.
evə dönüş - lost in ocean - odisseusun ölümü - yarımçıq xəyal - impotent tranquility
hansı ad daha uyğun gəlir sizə? mesajla bildirsəniz sevinərəm. ya da öz ad təklifinizi.
187."..to travel home and see the dawn of my return. And if a god will wreck me yet again on the wine-dark sea, I can bear that too, with a spirit tempered to endure. bring the trial on!"
- Odysseus
a new tune recorded last week. - se7en years in tibet
haven't been recording much but then again I feel like after while playing music without recording feels like masturbation with no production. which could also be fine and just an art therapy specially if you dig the italian art of doing nothing - la dolce far niente- but that also gets old doesn't it.
a fight with stagnation and "why do anything" - which actually, if you don't feel like doing something, maybe you shouldn't. maybe you're following the false dreams, and as much as it's important to follow your dreams its also important to stop following them. that was my biggest eureka/realization through pandemic.
stop trying to follow false friendships, relationships and goals. only then you'll feel the bearable lightness of being.
the name is a reference to my 7 years in turkey and usa. next could be Tibet, who knows.
#timidus #guitar
timidusart
261. bu synthwaveish trekin ilk versiyasını itsmesabi-nin whatsapp səs mesajıyla mix etmişdim ama ondan əvvəl bu sinead o'connor vocalı varıydı paylaşmadığım. necə olduğu barədə heç bir fikrim yoxdu, vocalsız sadıcı synthlər daha yaxşı olardı bəlkə.
plus adı üstündə öldür məni deyir sinead da köhnə irland yas musiqisi oxuyur. əsl doomer anthem.
“dear milena, I wish the world were ending tomorrow. then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in vienna, and say: “come with me, milena.." -kafka
"When a man rides a long time through wild regions he feels the desire for a city. Finally he comes to lsidora, a city where the buildings have spiral staircases encrusted with spiral seashells, where perfect telescopes and violins are made, where the foreigner hesitating between two women always encounters a third, where cockfights degenerate into bloody brawls among the bettors. He was thinking of all these things when he desired a city Isidora, therefore, is the city of his dreams: with one difference. The dreamed-of city contained him as a young man; he arrives at Isidora in his old age. In the square there is the wall where the old men sit and watch the young go by; he is seated in a row with them. Desires are already memories.' - italo Calvino, Invisible Cities
277. (baxma: desires are already memories)
bu notları səhv çaldığım günlər keçmişdir. bu cümlə artıq keçmişdir. hər şey keçmişdir.
bir xəyalım var açması keçmişdir