All truth passes through three stages. First it is ridiculed. Second it is violently opposed. Third it is accepted as being self evident." - Arthur Schopenhauer
In order to take the spiritual temperature of an individual or society, one must mark the music. Plato.
When modes of music change, the fundamental laws of the state always change with them. Aristotle, The Politics.
Musical training is a more potent instrument than any other, because rhythm and harmony find their way into the inward places of the soul, on which they mightily fasten, imparting grace, and making the soul of him who is rightly educated graceful, or of him who is ill-educated ungraceful. Socrates, The Republic of Plato
In another words when the style of the music changes, the walls of the city shake, because music has the power to adjust and channel the collective consciousness of massive groups of people. Socrates and Plato on Music
Music can change the world because it can change people, Bono (Paul Hewson)
Sounds carry power because we give them meaning. They incite, invite, comfort, crush. And over time, the sounds that we become accustomed to hearing develop into something of a witness to our lives. These sounds mean here's another day, and in this day, I will probably laugh hard and work hard and trip over my own feet in public at least once. And, listen, I know that dissonance is not bad thing. It is dissonance that lends us the burning desire to create new and exciting things where they wouldn't be. All art, science, and technology is born from it. I distract easily. I prowl about, seeking noise. But now I have discovered that there is no noise more deafening than that of our door closing shut behind him. And the silence that, still, keeps following me. It roars. Howls.
Wild guitars came from forests; plainly, woodsmen share a calling. Flailing noises form a chorus: harmonies of arbors falling. Without us, song is nothing. I taught the children to play piano, singing with sweet voice. Melody fostered choice, and choice brought us these days we have, and choice brought us to our rejoicing. Always choose the noise of music...always end the day in singing! And they play, don't they? Without us, song is nothing.
"In The Heart Of The Moon" album a collaboration between Ali Farka and Malian kora player Toumani. This subtle lyrical dialogues between the guitar and the kora (which has a resonant, plunking sound that is surprisingly versatile and expressive) are highly melodic, gently rhythmic, and quite haunting. The beauty of the music shine through for its grace, balance, and loveliness. Diabate. Ai Ga Bani GomniKalaAi Ga Bani!
My creative practice investigates human relationships with systems: technological, representational, linguistic, and experiential - from my position in a technologically-infused society. In my work I explore the relationship between such systems and their intersections with everyday life. Therefore things like search engines or email become for me extraordinary and revealing artifacts representing themes of human desire, intimacy, secrecy, language, and the conceptual spaces of machines themselves. The simultaneous fleeting nature of bits and bytes and conversely, the way these forms forge more lasting conceptual systems reach a peace with the both the impermanence of the medium and its forms. Mary Flanagan
The Middle Way, the Four Noble Truths and the Eightfold Noble Path- Alan Watts A method of transformation and liberation from feeling unhappy, anxious or depressed based on balance and moderation.
Ahmad Azad & Kamel Ali Pour - Kocheh "Fereydoon Moshiri"
Catherine Major and Daniel Lavoie - Le piano ivre (about the relationship she have with here piano when she plays) When the rhythm rains, that I flood you the more I approach you, the more I crumble. On my skin four times that fall a kiss long like a whole note.
In the dark night, I will be embedded close to you, in your tides, on your white back to shiver. I'll play Paolo Conte. I'm abord for the end of the world, such my intoxication roves. In my eyes tears of rum, I only got my piano, my man.
You are my soul and I believe you, when hammers thunder on you, hight harmonies like flames burning at the end of my ten woman's fingers. You take my body and its agitation and my ego all at the same time. You upright piano like a tear at the end of my ten drama fingers I'm abord for the end of the world, such my intoxication roves. I make love, I drink rum on board my piano my man
Most of things we do open up the possibilities for both order and chaos. The ideal situation is to honor them both and keeping them in a dynamic balance. Do your best, however, to tilt them toward the fascinating, rejuvenating kind and away from the disorienting and demoralizing .
Hadouk Trio - Baldamore Truly talented musicians doing what they do best. Using instruments as tool to creating, interpreting, reflecting, enhancing emotions as a way to understand them, and speaking in the human language of aesthetics, passion, and discovery.
Tony Gatlin's movie Vengo (I Come) filmed in southern Spain. He instead of staging a story around his actors, improvised and threw them into real life that was going on around them. Caco, played by the dancer, Antonio Canales, seems to be having one wild dream, which includes several female dervishes, and Sheikh Ahmad al- Tuni's Madad. all night flamenco gathering.
Yasmin levy - la alegria From Naci an Alamo ( I Was Born In Alamo ) I have no place, and I have no landscapes, I have no homeland. With my cold fingers I make a fire and with my heart I sing to you. The chords of my heart are crying.
Salman Ahmad quating Allama Iqba's verses "That whisper in your heart may not have wings, but it can fly"..."Too often, the volume of the world is so loud that it drowns out the whispers"
I see you, whisper of my heart. Do you see me today? Would you be my forever friend and stay with me always? I hope we can laugh and cry, never to have a reason why. I pray God will create a rainbow in our sky. so we see colors of hope that pass by. If I could make a garden Where we can ...
How to speak and communicate the language of our culture in a fresh way? Everybody wants more love in their life, but nobody seems to want to do the work of love There are ways of love and practice of them is the enactment of love - not the dewy-eyed, tell-me-a-chicken-soup-story-for-my-soul imposter than touches my heart and then drifts away like a vapor into the netherworld of transitory feelings. Rather a wholehearted commitment to engage with deep curiosity, speaking and listening a life of constant resolution that clears up any interpersonal tension that arises as soon as possible. It takes enormous energy to live a life of unresolved conflict and tension. This leakage of psychic energy - manifests in a few different forms. When I am experiencing conflict with somebody, the first impulse of my small self is to create stories about how it's not my fault and more importantly begins to spin reality in such a way that assures me that it's your fault. Letting go of being right means giving up blame, shame, and yes, self-recrimination. Relationships are difficult and there are 1000 ways to hurt each other's fragile ego. We need to simply accept that we're going to hurt people just by showing up with who we are, and therefore we need to develop the spiritual practice of constant resolution of interpersonal tension. Conflict itself is creative tension, and creative tension is the metabolic engine of evolution. No conflict, no growth. Within the conflict are the seeds of our evolutionary development. This is because the conflict elicits a new adaptive intelligence required to meet the challenge. Every time we stonewall, every time we pretend everything is OK when it's not, every time we walk away from our interpersonal problems, it is a decision to remain stupid. We are closing down the possibility of a deeper emotional, relational, and spiritual intelligence emerging from the creative tension. What's more, we are making a decision that Spirit is nowhere to be found in the creative tension - as though Spirit is not at work, continually, in all the circumstances of our life, weaving from all the threads of our experience, especially the difficult ones, a tapestry of ever-evolving beauty and love. To wall ourselves off from these moments of interpersonal, creative tension, is to turn our back on Love's invitation to be broken open so that we can be rebuilt by Love. Love can feel like the enemy at the gate sometimes, but the deeper truth is that there are no true enemies, just frightened strangers. Bruce Sanguin
Jerusalem -The Old City a city in which the chimes of church bells blend with the laments of Jews praying in synagogues and the cries of Muezzins in their tall mosques; a city in which the holy of holies of the Jewish, Christian and Muslim faiths touch at an intersection of religions, charged and fragile, fraught with emotion.
As I reflected on my own life I began to see the impact of the complex and intertwined systems of racism, sexism and patriarchy on my life. I became aware of the roadblocks which keep marginalized people separated from sources of resiliency. Some roadblocks such as regret, fear, shame, and hopelessness are evidenced at the personal level. Other roadblocks are political or institutionalized. These roadblocks are "mute-tations," a silencing that keeps us from self-awareness and self-determination, and a subversion of spirit and identity. Vanita Leatherwood
There is beauty and there are the humiliated. Whatever difficulties the enterprise may present, I should like never to be unfaithful either to the second or the first. ( By taking sides and sacrificing one of those two tasks for the sake of better fulfilling the other would inevitably end in casting both tasks beyond reach. Half way between misery and the sun: Misery kept me from believing that all was well under the sun, and the sun taught me that history wasn't everything.)
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. Albert Camus
Art and images have no borders, no passports, no limitations of ego or collective rules, and I believe their power and beauty lies in their freedom. Liliana Kleiner
I have made a funeral pyre with sandalwood and incense. Come, ignite it with your own hand. And when it has become a pile of ash, smear it on your body. Light my light with yours, make my soul merge in yours. Lakshmi Shankar - Bhajan de Mira!
Sacred Mysteries: Women of Wisdom with Shaman Healers, discussing the future and the past of humanity. They offer incredible vision and advice for us as we move into a path with heart and walk with our focused attention on the whole circle of life.
The oratorio Solomon by George Frideric Handel Queen of Sheba: Will the sun forget to streak eastern skies with amber ray, When the dusky shades to break he unbars the gates of day? Then demand if Sheba's queen E'er can banish from her thought, All the splendour she has seen, All the knowledge thou hast taught. Attributed to Newburg Hamilton
Mama was queen of the mambo, Papa was king of the Congo, Deep down in the jungle. I start bangin' my first bongo. Every monkey'd like to be In my place instead of me. I went to the big town, Where there is a lot of sound. From the jungle to the city. Looking for a bigger crown, So I play my boogie for the people of big city but they don't go crazy When I'm bangin' in my boogie. I'm a king without a crown hanging loose in a big town. They say that I'm a clown making too much dirty sound. They say there is no place for little monkey in this town. Nobody'd like to be in my place instead of me, Cause nobody go crazy when I'm bangin' on my boogie. Manu Chao - Bongo bong & Je ne t'aime plusClandestinoScala & Kolacny Brothers
Lone I go with my sorrow, alone goes my sentence to run is my destiny. Lost in the heart of the great Babylon, they call me clandestine for not having any papers To a city of the north I went to work. I left my life. Im a line in the sea, a ghost in the city. My life is forbidden so says the authority
Zemestan "Winter" by Mehdi Akhavan Sales. He compares the society to a cold winter, whereas everyone is feeling into themselves,
Trinitas - Flower of Light: A Ceremony for the Seasons of Mind, Body & Spirit
Edvard GriegPiano Concerto, 1st Movement, Pawel Mazurkiewicz I'm learning that the correct way to perform from memory is to actually know the piece inside out. If u understand the melodic and harmonic structure of the piece, know what happens where, sing the lines in note-names and follow them through, u will have confidence. This is not memorizing, but breaking the piece down n then playing it as if u're placing every note on purpose. Caramellatta
In the vicinity of Baharestan, the old Parliament in Iran, there used to be an elementary school that was a little gem of an establishment. Dabestan-e Farhad opened in 1958 in the building and grounds that had been home to our family. My aunt, Touran Khanom, was the youngest daughter of the family and the principal of the school. My youngest uncle, Farhad, was killed in a traffic accident. My grandmother Greta, and Touran resolved to do something in Farhad's memory. "Great sorrow must be turned into great work," was their consolation. It was the beginning of Touran's own "struggle against death" and Farhad School was born of this struggle. In her battle against a death more devastating and all-encompassing than even the personal losses she has experienced, she was pushing the limits of her mother's determination to see the good things. She abhorred any approach that led to conformity and a herd mentality and considered much of current practices in schools applications of behavior modification techniques... In her school discipline and freedom coexisted so successfully. Each classroom elected three "representatives" who were responsible for a variety of things, from keeping the classroom tidy and airing it during recess, to giving the teacher a hand and aiding communication between teacher and students and making sure the little ones were not trampled by rambunctious older kids and resolving disputes and conflicts. "The kids know best how to resolve things between themselves," Touran Khanom always said. Taking responsibility for our choices is what Farhad School tried to teach. Touran Khanom is one of the founding members of the The Children's Book Council (Shora-ye Ketab-e Kudak www.cbc.ir), one of the oldest and most distinguished NGOs in Iran. CBC has been active since 1962 publishing books and initiating all kinds of projects for promoting a lively and literate children's culture in Iran. Touran largest project, the Encyclopedia for Young People, is a publication of this organization.
Where did feelings go when they disappeared? Did they leave a chemical trace somewhere in our minds, so that if we could look inside ourselves we would see via the patterns of neurons some of the important things that had happened to us in our lifetimes? Evelyn Lau
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality. Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy (Poor boy). I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me. He's just a poor boy from a poor family, Spare him his life from this monstrosity. Easy come, easy go, will you let me go? Bismillah! No, we will not let you go. (Oh mama mia, mama mia) Mama Mia, let me go Beelzebub has the devil put aside for me, for me, for me! So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye? So you think you can love me and leave me to die? Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby. Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here
Omega Nebula , a flash of lightning in a summer cloud, a flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream - Diamond Sutra
When you're alone, and life is making you lonely, you can always go downtown. When you've got worries, all the noise and the hurry seems to help, I know, downtown. Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city. Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty. How can you lose? Just listen to the rhythm of a gentle bossanova, you,ll be dancing with them, too, before the night is over, Happy again. And you may find somebody kind to help and understand you. Someone who is just like you and needs a gentle hand to guide them along. Petula Clark - DownTown