Les Surfs :: Tú serás mi baby
“You know what dreams are like…We can’t command them.”
Last night I dreamed of crocodiles. In black and white.
the ritournelle
A little record of musical things to which I return often. Scroll down a bit to start reading, or a bit more to read more about this blog.
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"In order for music to free itself, it will have to pass over to the other side, there where territories tremble, where the structures collapse, where the ethoses get mixed up, where a powerful song of the earth is unleashed, the great ritornelles that transmutes all the airs it carries away and makes return." Gilles Deleuze
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