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Playing with big black delta @ the cellar door in Visalia June...

Mon, 20 May 2013 18:57:48 -0400

Playing with big black delta @ the cellar door in Visalia June 7th!

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Mon, 20 May 2013 18:52:11 -0400

SO EXCITED! 11:59 #scoring #musicforfilm #elevenfiftynine

Fri, 17 May 2013 21:43:06 -0400

SO EXCITED! 11:59 #scoring #musicforfilm #elevenfiftynine

@windsongprod videos almost done!!! #11:59

Fri, 17 May 2013 18:13:11 -0400

@windsongprod videos almost done!!! #11:59

I was watching Samurai Jack on Netflix the other day. and...

Thu, 16 May 2013 20:34:00 -0400

I was watching Samurai Jack on Netflix the other day. and remembered how much I loved it when it first came out. I just wish they would new episodes and let me do the score for it. one can only dream.

I don’t want to let you go. #elevenfiftynine #ahlocdat...

Sat, 04 May 2013 17:55:05 -0400

I don’t want to let you go. #elevenfiftynine #ahlocdat #photobyjasonmerle

Today I will be working on that new new. #Opium excitement,

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 23:43:02 -0400

Today I will be working on that new new. #Opium excitement,

NEW ALBUM 11:59

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 13:38:00 -0400

UPDATE: Dear friends, 11:59 is done and ready for the pressing. Which will happen in the next few weeks. We’re planning a big party and by party I mean party!!! We’ll be selling tix and presales and limited edition screen printed posters of the album art and also hoodies with Pepper’s face on it. Thank you all so much for staying involved. And keeping me in your heart and ears. Love, Sahab.

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Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners Parading in a wake of sad...

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 05:11:35 -0500

Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe i’m too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you’re on my mind so you never know

When i’m broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run

Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he’s done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one

So i’ll wait for you… and i’ll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn

Oh lover, you should’ve come over
‘Cause it’s not too late

Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come

It’s never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It’s never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It’s never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It’s never over, she’s the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

Well maybe i’m just too young
To keep good love from going wrong

Oh… lover, you should’ve come over
‘Cause it’s not too late

Well I feel too young to hold on
And i’m much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i’ve done
Sweet lover, you should’ve come over
Oh, love well i’m waiting for you

Lover, you should’ve come over
‘Cause it’s not too late

March 16, 1950 Cat: my cat: If only you would write to me: My love, oh Cat. This is not, as...

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 04:59:34 -0500

March 16, 1950

Cat: my cat: If only you would write to me: My love, oh Cat.

This is not, as it seems from the address above, a dive, a joint, saloon, etc. but the honourable & dignified headquarters of the dons of the University of Chicago.

I love you. That is all I know. But all I know, too, is that I am writing into space: the kind of dreadful, unknown space I am just going to enter. I am going to Iowa, Illinois, Idaho, Indindiana, but these, though mis-spelt, *are* on the map. You are not.

Have you forgotten me? I am the man you used to say you loved. I used to sleep in your arms - do you remember? But you never write. You are perhaps mindless of me. I am not of you. I love you.

There isn’t a moment of any hideous day when I do not say to myself. ‘It will be alright. I shall go home. Caitlin loves me. I love Caitlin.’ But perhaps you have forgotten. If you have forgotten, or lost your affection for me, please, my Cat, let me know. I Love You.

Dylan

The Hague 1713 I am a prisoner here in the name of the King; they can take my life, but not...

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 04:58:33 -0500

The Hague 1713

I am a prisoner here in the name of the King;
they can take my life, but not the love that I feel for you.

Yes, my adorable mistress, to-night I shall see you, if I had to put my head on the block to do it.

For heaven’s sake, do not speak to me in such disastrous terms as you write; you must live and be cautious; beware of Madame your mother as of your worst enemy.

What do I say?

Beware of everybody; trust no one; keep yourself in readiness, as soon as the moon is visible; I shall leave the hotel incognito, take a carriage or a chaise, we shall drive like the wind to Sheveningen; I shall take paper and ink with me; we shall write our letters.

If you love me, reassure yourself; and call all your strength and presence of mind to your aid; do not let your mother notice anything, try to have your pictures, and be assured that the menace of the greatest tortures will not prevent me to serve you.

No, nothing has the power to part me from you; our love is based upon virtue, and will last as long as our lives.

Adieu, there is nothing that I will not brave for your sake; you deserve much more than that.

Adieu, my dear heart!

Arout
(Voltaire)

My angel, my all, my very self - Only a few words today and at that with pencil (with yours) - Not...

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 04:57:54 -0500

My angel, my all, my very self - Only a few words today and at that with pencil (with yours) - Not till tomorrow will my lodgings be definitely determined upon - what a useless waste of time - Why this deep sorrow when necessity speaks - can our love endure except through sacrifices, through not demanding everything from one another; can you change the fact that you are not wholly mine, I not wholly thine - Oh God, look out into the beauties of nature and comfort your heart with that which must be - Love demands everything and that very justly - thus it is to me with you, and to your with me. But you forget so easily that I must live for me and for you; if we were wholly united you would feel the pain of it as little as I - My journey was a fearful one; I did not reach here until 4 o’clock yesterday morning. Lacking horses the post-coach chose another route, but what an awful one; at the stage before the last I was warned not to travel at night; I was made fearful of a forest, but that only made me the more eager - and I was wrong. The coach must needs break down on the wretched road, a bottomless mud road. Without such postilions as I had with me I should have remained stuck in the road. Esterhazy, traveling the usual road here, had the same fate with eight horses that I had with four - Yet I got some pleasure out of it, as I always do when I successfully overcome difficulties - Now a quick change to things internal from things external. We shall surely see each other soon; moreover, today I cannot share with you the thoughts I have had during these last few days touching my own life - If our hearts were always close together, I would have none of these. My heart is full of so many things to say to you - ah - there are moments when I feel that speech amounts to nothing at all - Cheer up - remain my true, my only treasure, my all as I am yours. The gods must send us the rest, what for us must and shall be -

Your faithful LUDWIG.

These letters were found in Beethoven’s desk after he died. They were not addressed to anybody, so it is impossible to know who he was writing to. Historians feel they were written to a married woman who he loved dearly, and who was leaving the city at the time of these letters.

My angel, my all, my very self - Only a few words today and at that with pencil (with yours) - Not...

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 04:57:21 -0500

Your faithful LUDWIG.

You are suffering, my dearest creature - only now have I learned that letters must be posted very...

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 04:56:39 -0500

You are suffering, my dearest creature - only now have I learned that letters must be posted very early in the morning on Mondays to Thursdays - the only days on which the mail-coach goes from here to K. - You are suffering - Ah, wherever I am, there you are also - I will arrange it with you and me that I can live with you. What a life!!! thus!!! without you - pursued by the goodness of mankind hither and thither - which I as little want to deserve as I deserve it - Humility of man towards man - it pains me - and when I consider myself in relation to the universe, what am I and what is He - whom we call the greatest - and yet - herein lies the divine in man - I weep when I reflect that you will probably not receive the first report from me until Saturday - Much as you love me - I love you more - But do not ever conceal yourself from me - good night - As I am taking the baths I must go to bed - Oh God - so near! so far! Is not our love truly a heavenly structure, and also as firm as the vault of heaven?