collection randomized 6/1/22 - part 2

You Don't Wanna Feed the Fire Anymore

You Don't Wanna Feed The Fire Anymore

heart talk
written and produced by jaso

01. atlas (prelude)
02. bright sides
03. no camo (for marv)
04. weak spots (win or lose)

Heart Talk (EP)

Lemonchill/Moos 5 00 Am MASTERED

Fugazi Nightshop

DOWNLOAD: http://www.trapninja.com/albums/isaiah-rashad-the-suns-tirade

The Sun's Tirade

Isaiah Rashad - Wat's Wrong (Ft. Zacari & Kendrick Lamar)

First Collection: 2006-2009

White Winter Hymnal

There’s an old, likely apocryphal story in music. Johannes Brahms is walking with the young Gustav Mahler along the river Traun in Austria. Brahms, anticipating the 20th century, feels music is in a bad way. “Maybe it’s really over,” he says. “Maybe all great music is in the past.” So Mahler points to the river and says, “Yes, and there goes the last wave.” That’s how I heard the story at least, with M having the final word. Left out, though, is that Brahms actually responded to Mahler. Most don’t relay his response as part of the story, probably because we’re convinced by M’s analogy. Brahms’ fatalism is familiar and revolting. We know his line of thinking. Perhaps, at our worst, we entertain it ourselves; but then we get better.

The source of that river, the Traun, is in the Totes Gebirge mountain range, part of the Northern Limestone Alps in central Austria. For hundreds of years the region has offered up some of the most beautiful nature in the world, where mountain vistas meet pristine melt-water, viridescent European old-growth, and sublime glacial landforms. Recently, however, hikers returning to the region have noticed changes. Retreating glaciers. Diminished snow-caps. Increased industrial development. A group of scientists in 2017 retraced exactly a hike they took in 1992. They found dried-out forests, collapsed mountainsides. Some parts of the northern foothills, they found, may soon cease to see snow altogether.

The Traun is sourced by snowmelt from mountain caps and small glaciers. So too is the river Slims, in the Yukon, in Canada. There meltwater from the Kaskawulsh Glacier would drain into the Slims, through Kluane Lake, and into the Bering Sea. But the Kaskawulsh has receded. In 2016, the Slims dried up in just four days, and its flow was diverted to the river Alsek, which travels in the opposite direction, into the Gulf of Alaska. The Slims is but a trickle now, mostly dust and rock.

“Maybe what matters is whether the wave flows into the sea or ends up in a swamp.” That’s how Brahms responded to Mahler, in the story. Their river, the Traun, meets the Danube, which flows east into the Black Sea, so Mahler’s wave was headed in the right direction. But both the Traun and the Danube are now heavily dammed, so that every wave to meet the Black Sea must also kiss concrete, hug the sides of motorboats, crossbreed with oil, waste, and synthetic chemicals. Intuitively, we still understand Mahler’s point. And he was correct. But neither man could imagine that their river might simply dry up.

Though Nothing New in the West is not the last wave, the last wave is its subject; and aware that the first and last waves are of a piece, so too is the first wave its subject. Written and recorded in J.’s twenty-third and twenty-fourth year, the record is itself a wave, in Mahler’s sense, and being a wave like any other, it suggests not only the aggregate of waves—every other wave—but also the river itself as it runs, winds, climbs, carves, rushes, and sews itself into the geological fabric on its way to the ocean. It tells of the flood, of the receding, and of the drying up. As it tells, it flows; and as it flows, it inscribes. More often than not it merely recites what’s already been written into the land.

Features a sample of "A Young Girl's Complaint" by Emahoy Tsegue-Maryam Guebrou

Tell the Truth

There’s an old, likely apocryphal story in music. Johannes Brahms is walking with the young Gustav Mahler along the river Traun in Austria. Brahms, anticipating the 20th century, feels music is in a bad way. “Maybe it’s really over,” he says. “Maybe all great music is in the past.” So Mahler points to the river and says, “Yes, and there goes the last wave.” That’s how I heard the story at least, with M having the final word. Left out, though, is that Brahms actually responded to Mahler. Most don’t relay his response as part of the story, probably because we’re convinced by M’s analogy. Brahms’ fatalism is familiar and revolting. We know his line of thinking. Perhaps, at our worst, we entertain it ourselves; but then we get better.

The source of that river, the Traun, is in the Totes Gebirge mountain range, part of the Northern Limestone Alps in central Austria. For hundreds of years the region has offered up some of the most beautiful nature in the world, where mountain vistas meet pristine melt-water, viridescent European old-growth, and sublime glacial landforms. Recently, however, hikers returning to the region have noticed changes. Retreating glaciers. Diminished snow-caps. Increased industrial development. A group of scientists in 2017 retraced exactly a hike they took in 1992. They found dried-out forests, collapsed mountainsides. Some parts of the northern foothills, they found, may soon cease to see snow altogether.

The Traun is sourced by snowmelt from mountain caps and small glaciers. So too is the river Slims, in the Yukon, in Canada. There meltwater from the Kaskawulsh Glacier would drain into the Slims, through Kluane Lake, and into the Bering Sea. But the Kaskawulsh has receded. In 2016, the Slims dried up in just four days, and its flow was diverted to the river Alsek, which travels in the opposite direction, into the Gulf of Alaska. The Slims is but a trickle now, mostly dust and rock.

“Maybe what matters is whether the wave flows into the sea or ends up in a swamp.” That’s how Brahms responded to Mahler, in the story. Their river, the Traun, meets the Danube, which flows east into the Black Sea, so Mahler’s wave was headed in the right direction. But both the Traun and the Danube are now heavily dammed, so that every wave to meet the Black Sea must also kiss concrete, hug the sides of motorboats, crossbreed with oil, waste, and synthetic chemicals. Intuitively, we still understand Mahler’s point. And he was correct. But neither man could imagine that their river might simply dry up.

Though Nothing New in the West is not the last wave, the last wave is its subject; and aware that the first and last waves are of a piece, so too is the first wave its subject. Written and recorded in J.’s twenty-third and twenty-fourth year, the record is itself a wave, in Mahler’s sense, and being a wave like any other, it suggests not only the aggregate of waves—every other wave—but also the river itself as it runs, winds, climbs, carves, rushes, and sews itself into the geological fabric on its way to the ocean. It tells of the flood, of the receding, and of the drying up. As it tells, it flows; and as it flows, it inscribes. More often than not it merely recites what’s already been written into the land.

I'm Not Yr Guy

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Last Splash

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future edit

paced around the basement
feels like it always did 
someones knocking around in my brain
and its you
and im so shy
but after some time you're growing on me
like a hole in my jeans
i cant deny youve been running through my mind in my dreams

i didnt know you meant so much
thought it was a little crush
Im so sure that im feeling the rush, but do you too?
& you're so fine
ive got nothing to say 
& a part of me dies when you're walking away
& i cant lie got you running through my mind in my dreams

& you defy
the passage of time
its you and your flesh and your soul so divine
my tears run dry
cause you dont realize youre in my dreams...

In Dreams / Anais

In Dreams...

EVRWNDR

KEED

SPEED UP w/ MARDEE

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You Don't Wanna Feed The Fire Anymore

Goldwash

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