music:

I love music. I make music. Music is life.

My heart, your head

As a tribute to the tears and daydreams, dashed hopes, and broken hearts of the last month or so, I am pleased to announce that the never ending remix has [...]

Lightness

I woke up to the sounds of Milosh’s ‘In your arms.’ Though I was heavy from sleep, stretching and pulling back the curtains found me grinning. I can’t know what [...]

The blue in my sky

dreams. wedneday morning dreams. you are warm, and close. whispering to me. caressing me tenderly. close. wonderful dreams. the tears on my face don’t wake me, but my reply to [...]

Goodnight Ms. Brown

Ruth Brown is the woman that single handedly built Atlantic Records
Ruth Brown is the artist who reigned supreme from 1948 until 1959
Ruth Brown is the Queen Mother of the Blues.
Ruth [...]

Destiny

I can’t help it. I wish I could well, no i don’t that’s a lie
But nothing helps… nothing at all. It’s been years, and yet every time I close my [...]

a state of House

I had a brief exchange last night with Simon Dunmore of Defected. Simon is a good man, and the hardest working person in house music. Though we all work hard, [...]

and dissipate into the dawn

The suggestion came naturally to me. It was ready on the tip of my tongue before the voice on the other end of the telephone was done explaining the situation. [...]

My life in the bush of remixes

The immortal album ‘My life in the bush of ghosts’ by David Byrne and Brian Eno is undergoing a revision. The entire album is being offered by the artists for [...]

This love

S. Jones Treehouse Muzique

War is like love
it always finds a way

At first it came like a wave of relief. I was seated in the chair, and the lights went down. The cool air of the theater embraced me. My toes [...]

Dance

Seeing you, being half way across the room, thinking about our friends who weren’t there, and the empty space to move about, the smoke free room, and everything that’s happened [...]

Never Fade

Wrestling with the most beautiful of demons. Soft, earthly, sultry. A dialog with an hallucination. The intimate exchange of visions and shadow play. The scars are a stain which will [...]

and though feels like distant thunder

I guess it’s just a feeling…
This city never sleeps The Eurythmics

Your ghost still lives here

Genna Giacobassi Your ghost still lives here
Recorded live on Sunday Soul, December 25th 2005

Empowering Tears

Laying there, my back pressed against the mattress. The hem of pillowcases against my cheek and forehead. Warm air, bright light, and stillness all around me. Warm tears building up [...]

in one’s birthday suit

In 1965 Lyndon Johnson proclaimed the birth of the great society. The aims were the elimination of poverty and racial injustice. Additionally, several major initiatives for the advancement of education, [...]

You Don’t Know

From silence to screaming we lumber across the dance floor. Branded as too sensitive, an ass hole, a straight up phoney, a super star, a guru, an exception, an embarassment, [...]

Until you have lost me

I can’t explain the things I do.
I can’t explain the way I feel.
I won’t make any excuses, or promises.
It is only a feeling… pitiable, laughable.
The staccato notes [...]

The inspiration of house music

Listening to house music with Jason Walker the other night has left me in a quandary. I am always thinking about music, culture, values, habits, and the arts in general. [...]

I ♥ Dirty Disco

Non stop on the turntable, dancing around the apartment, singing along… Nasty, dirty, wonderful.

Suzy Q Get on up and do it again

Fireflies

Delicate, beautiful thing. Just watching you flit around the room brings tears to my eyes. My heart sings, and I can’t help but dance with you. I wrap my fingers [...]

A lot on my mind right now

Never Believe by Dillinja

For all time

Wichita Lineman Dennis Brown

Last love

Wise up Aimee Mann

Dig this? I’ll be doing my final installment of the love programs tonight on 90hz.org. My weekly radio show Sunday Soul has been making an effort to [...]

Slow dance

Her eyes glance away. She looks down to study the blunt ends of her red shoes. Why did she wear the red shoes. She thinks for a moment that the [...]