No, but I'd say they'd fit right in the beatnik's corner of the metal shop with Tool. (Where Vaj and I like to hang out.)
Ya hellu (That is my bad Arabic for "lovely") And then there is this, from Shai no Shai: Caravan Sung with this painting in view (although the song might be a bit too upbeat for the austerity of The Hajj during the late-1800's): Leon Auguste Adolphe Belly And, finally, to add a sort of scratch and sniff character to the thread, the above ought to be smelled to the scent of this, Montale's extraordinary version of the amazing aoud (oils) often discovered and sold in the souks and open-air markets of the Near and Far-East: Montale
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Ok, so I'm time-tripping and cannot forget the days, not too long ago, when I was listening to this incessantly. Here, on Jools Holland and thus broadcast live, is that rarest of things, an appearance by the amazing Hope Sandoval, lead singer for Mazzy Star, singing "Fade Into You." Mazzy Star "Fade Into You"
Dave Matthews (Don't Drink The Water) {boil, disinfect and filter because Mother Nature is reeling and out of balance}
Dark chocolate or dark chocolate cheesecake? btw, I'm currently listening to Christmas Eve in Sarajevo by the TranSiberian Orchestra (I think that's how the group spells its name. ) Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine
Not only am I thoroughly enjoying the “Hollywood sad core” (which is, by definition, the essentially false if nevertheless beguiling) sound of Lana Del Rey’s trip into post-adolescent American anxiety and abject boredom, reflected in her song ”video games,” but I am also, strangely enough, allowing myself to participate in vacuous celebrity culture by posting online comments about her curiously bloated and inflated lips. LOL. By the way, Lana Del Rey must be absolutely fabulous to be featured on Jools Holland because the British, it seems to me from having lived with and among them, are often perceptive arbiters of what is worthwhile (if also disposable) in Yankee culture, and her sad eyes, heavy with enhanced lashes and mascara, and thick, pouty lips were recently seen in this clip of the same song. In the memorable words of the incomparable Pink Floyd: “Come in here, dear [girl], have a cigar. You're gonna go far, you're gonna fly high, you're never gonna die, you're gonna make it if you try -they're gonna love you.”
