Name: A Quote on How To Live, written by Hermann Hesse, read by RM. by ViciousMinutesHour in Lyric e'de-click
Duration: 1 min 27 s
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Hermann Hesse was the king of humility and humble introspective descriptors that resonate so deeply within my uncommitted soul

“There is no escape. You can't be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid citizen, a wholesome, upstanding man. You want to get drunk, so you have to accept the hangover. You say yes to the sunlight and pure fantasies, so you have to say yes to the filth and the nausea. Everything is within you, gold and mud, happiness and pain, the laughter of childhood and the apprehension of death. Say yes to everything, shirk nothing. Don't try to lie to yourself. You are not a solid citizen. You are not a Greek. You are not harmonious, or the master of yourself. You are a bird in the storm. Let it storm! Let it drive you! How much have you lied! A thousand times, even in your poems and books, you have played the harmonious man, the wise man, the happy, the enlightened man. In the same way, men attacking in war have played heroes, while their bowels twitched. My God, what a poor ape, what a fencer in the mirror man is- particularly the artist- particularly myself!”

Lyric e'de-click

Columbia Nights - In The Glow (Aocoa Indiglo Mix)

Produced and realised by GUTS. 
Recorded and mixed by Mr Gib (La Fine Equipe) @ Studio OneTwoPassIt. 
All instruments, lyrics and drums are written and programmed by ASAGAYA. 
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LYRICS
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I'm the elusive woman.
A light on the city. I'm almost human.
The woman standing from the dawn,
At the moment you see her she's already gone.

I float like a sigh.
They're looking for me, you wondering why.
I'm the woman you saw in the subway.
The one you want. The one for whom you'll stay.

I'm the crucial unusual.
The gray wraith you see shining on the wall. 
I sound like a shot, in a peaceful spot.
Above the city, I reign over your thoughts.

I'm the useful unusual.
The dark queen stays hanging on the fall.
I'm the virgin plot, across the lot.
If you try to find me, you bet on a long shot.


I'm the delusive woman.
I'm the wedding gown, bright above the town.
You're my joke. You make my fun.
I am the scarlet crystal that makes you run.

I'm the mystery.
The lovely memory of a dying history.
You can have my picture, not my soul.
I'm your only culture, bouncing like a ball.


I'm the crucial unusual. 
The gray wraith you see shining on the wall. 
I sound like a shot, in a peaceful spot.
Above the city, I reign over your thoughts.

I'm the useful unusual. 
The dark queen stays hanging on the fall.
I'm the virgin plot, across the lot.
If you try to find me, you bet on a long shot.


The crucial unusual.
The unseen in visual.
The uncommon model.
The brightness in special.


Elusive / Delusive feat. Lorine Chia

Remix produced & mixed by Asagaya.
Mastered by Jeremy Henry @ La Villa Mastering

Buy on iTunes: http://smarturl.it/WantItBack-EP
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Taken from Guts « Want It Back - EP »
Extrait de Guts « Want It Back - EP »

Artwork by Mambo : 
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Want It Back (Asagaya Remix Feat Patrice)

Produced by: Prezident Jeff x OZ
Taken from AGE 101: DROP 4 out sooner than later...

"This is basically the start of a brand new chapter for me.

'AGE 101: DROP 4' is the lead up to my debut album, basically the prelude to the LP. 
I'm currently on tour right now, just about to hop on a plane to Toronto, Canada for my debut headline shows in Ottawa, Toronto and Montreal,  but wanted to give you an update on what my life is like now and the direction I'm taking musically this year. 
"Is This Freedom?" is produced by Prezident Jeff and OZ from Toronto and is just one of many songs I've been working on as of late. 

Enjoy the vibe. Age 101: Drop 4 coming soon yo!" - Little Simz

AGE 101: DROP THE WORLD TOUR DATES

Babylon, Ottawa, Canada - Friday 03 April

Mod Club, Toronto, Canada - Saturday 04 April

Le Belmont, Montreal, Canada - Sunday 05 April
 
The Garage, Islington, London, UK - Wednesday 08 April

Deal Real, London, UK - Saturday 18 April

The Great Escape 2015 @ Brighton Corn Exchange, Brighton, UK - Saturday 16 May 

Festival Les 3 éléphants, Laval, France - Saturday 30 May

Headline Show [Location TBA], Paris, France - Sunday 31 May

Le Transbordeur, Lyon, France - Monday 01 June

Théâtre de Verdure, Nice, France - Tuesday 02 June
  
Sideways Festival, Helsinki, Finland - Friday 12 June 2015

Wireless Festival 2015, Finsbury Park, London, UK - Friday 03 July

Splash! Festival 2015, Gräfenhainichen, Germany - Sunday 12 July

Openair Frauenfeld Festival 2015, Frauenfeld, Swizerland - Friday 10 July 

Lovebox Festival, London UK - Friday 17 July

Slottsfjell Festival 2015, Tønsberg, Norway - Saturday 18 July

Way Out West Festival 2015, Gothenburg, Sweden - Thursday 13 August  - Saturday 15 August

PUKKLEPOP FESTIVAL 2015, Hasselt, Belgium - 20 - 22 August 

Outlook Festival 2015, Pula, Croatia - Wednesday 02 September - Sunday 06 September

Is This Freedom? [Prod. Prezident Jeff x OZ]

Then came a time of caesuras. The lakes
the land, the soul-blue earth, listened.
Some dream, long sealed in the ice of stars,
awakened, tinkling like a crystal glass
under a knife — the dream that all men
dreamed, lying in wet grass under comets,
or thighs vacant in the back of brothels —
a lust for another planet of another hue,
redder than the Red square in Moscow.

Of course, it felt just like a joke, this false
reverie of a false country, but it covered it all,
the heat thicker than honey into which
bears dived and died, bees lost in poppies,
nightingales missing at dawn, their songs,
their small decisions, their inscrutable innocence
filling pages of books never to be read
again. And no one could say if it mattered much
or not, to live under of a birdless sky,
when there wasn’t a creature on this earth,
flapping its wings out of illustrations,
for whom one would gladly give his life.

When the word extinction flooded the news,
everyone felt the roots of his own world
move but sat on, with pictures, pictures
and nothing else, pinned on retinas like moths.
— men falling from boats or towers of steel,
selfies longing to drown in popularity.
A horror so deep only a new ritual could absorb it
— with no icons nor incense, but laughs
and porn halting the mind via telephones.

Oracles hardly depicted such terminal,
that pit of iron oxide, hung like a ruby
in the sky. Never mind — the City of Light
now drifted as a glacier in the distance,
the last trumpet — or was it the whole
Revelation ? — just a broken gutter pipe.
There are so many ways to decline
a miracle, not the jasper flying through the air,
but the air itself. Not the gold but the water.
Heaven was blue. The dream, of blood.

Honey I’m losing you, played the song on repeat.
I can feel it in the air, it’s there everywhere.

During the interval, between the sapphire
and the record, the picture and the eye,
a disk tried not to break in the sunless oceans,
— whales, linked as children in a circle,
danced the perfect dance of Ezekiel’s wheels.
Watching it roll at the surface of water,
for a moment, was enough to unfold
the lungs like newspapers in the wind.

Something in their cry pierced the bones.
It carried the cold ordinary world.
The wild memories that swallowed us all.
The silence of islands and the height of cities.
The mother’s womb and the cruel clock ticking,
the trucks unloading skinned animals
from beds of ice, and the high heels
walking down the same street at dawn.

They were, these colossuses, the sense
of pride and the sense of guilt. Sex,
passion, breath, boredom — gift.
They turned and turned indifferent to greed.

From that rusty ball, you will remember
their grey loneliness, the chant that can’t
reach you, so high up in this vertiginous
Hell. You will crave the modern landscapes,
those you prefered to ignore, the deserts
which contained all human scorn.
The shopping mall, the suburbs, the freeways,
the asylum — all with a kind of softness
in the bone. You will picture the dirty lane,
and the lover you kissed in the dark.

Everything is gone, will play the song
but not the way love is done.

And in the world below, the whales
will achieve their dance in silence
for we only forgive those we understand.

Album de karen mary

Mars, written and read by Karen Mary Berr

https://soundcloud.com/kscopemusic/porcupine-tree-trains-from-in-absentia
https://soundcloud.com/viciousminuteshour/a-quote-on-suicide-written-by?in=viciousminuteshour/sets/personal-favourites
My dear, I don’t know what to do today, help me decide. 
Should I cut myself open and pour my heart on these pages? 
Or should I sit here and do nothing, nobody’s asking anything of me after all. Should I jump off the cliff that has my heart beating so and develop my wings on the way down? Or should I step back from the edge, and let the others deal with this thing called courage. Should I stare back at the existential abyss that haunts me so and try desperately to grab from it a sense of self? Or should I keep walking half-asleep, only half-looking at it every now and then in times in which I can’t help doing anything but? 
Should I kill myself or have a cup of coffee? Falsely yours, Albert Camus

Should I kill myself or have a cup of coffee?

Rahim Ladha - Diamonds In The Field - 1995

Arcee & Fatski - Live On Places & Spaces - CIUT 89.5 FM

In Another Life

In Another Life (Edit)

As part of his mission to make sure artists are financially supported, Toronto-based fundraising consultant Rahim Ladha has taken it upon himself to fund and award three new cash prizes for underrepresented writers in Canada, ranging from BIPOC writing poetry to non-binary illustrators working in SFF. In this month's episode, we talk to Rahim about his intentions for the monthly/quarterly awards, how it's going so far, and his plans for growing the program.

(Find the transcript here: https://www.booknetcanada.ca/blog/2018/7/30/podcast-shoot-for-the-moon-awards-for-underrepresented-writers).

Full details on the Spark, Nova, and Echo awards, including eligibility and how to get in touch with Rahim, can be found at https://shootforthemoon.art. The 'racism in CanLit' article that Rahim mentions in the episode can be found at http://yilinwang.com/racism-in-canlit.

Shoot for the Moon: Awards for underrepresented writers

Ocean Dreams- Sheniz J

Forget This \\ Rachel Romu (demo)

Heal

Minimix from the forthcoming Yatha Bhuta Jazz Combo LP.

Out on April 2 Vinyl LP & Download

12 track spiritual, deep jazz LP from Parisian producer Onra and friend - fellow producer, composer and arranger - Buddy Sativa. Combining as the Yatha Bhuta Jazz Combo this LP may be a surprise to followers of Onra, while Buddy Sativa will be known to some via his own 2011 jazz leaning LP "Deus Ex Machina" on Favorite Records. There they collaborated on their first jazz track - "Indica". Pleased with the results they carried on, keeping it simple and adhering to straightforward play-more-jazz stylings they have crafted this LP over sessions sandwiched between their assorted commitments over the last two years. Opening the LP "Universe is Love", a shout to Lonnie Liston Smith, is the first track they created under the new no-rules-spontaneity rules. The rest of the LP was created in a similar vein - a drum pattern for tempo or a bassline for tone and layering instrumentation repeatedly on top. Mistakes allowed and encouraged! Spoken word from Brooklyn poet Aja Monet on "The Time is Now", otherwise it's an instrumental trip. So Yatha Bhuta - as it really is, insight, a mix of experience and spontaneity, a LP not created for release, more a liberating, therapeutic break from their other oft constraining aliases.  Jazz because they like it and not for the sake of it, a chance meeting with the late Mati Klarwein's son at an exhibition in Dublin, led to the icing on the cake as the record is beautifully housed by the artists "Conceptual Tree" painting. 

Yatha Bhuta Jazz Combo Minimix Out April!

A Quote on How To Live, written by Hermann Hesse, read by RM.

The audio archives for VMH (http://viciousminuteshour.com) Contact - rahim@viciousminuteshour.com

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