Nothing matters at the end….Time wins. We will die, and then all this tattoo competition won’t matter at all…who’s better, or more original, or more brutal or whatever… Tattooers are tattooers and they don’t have to proof anything. And for the customer in front of you, what is more important? to be a polite person and get a normal tattoo? or to be an asshole and get an amazing backpiece? In a monastery close to where I life, there is a book called “red book of Montserrat” written by an anonimous musician in 1399 and you can read this:

Life is short, and shortly it will end;

Death comes quickly and respects no one,

Death destroys everything and takes pity on no one.

To death we are hastening, let us refrain from sinning.

If you do not turn back and become like a child,

And change your life for the better,

You will not be able to enter, blessed, the Kingdom of God.

To death we are hastening, let us refrain from sinning.

I just brought everything I had left from Sang Bleu 3/4 to Payot Lausanne… Just so lausanne kids can add it to their xmas wish list!

Just imagine trying to explain your way out of this when your dad arrives to bail you out.

… then reconsider.

‘Number Stations’ broadcast coded messages to secret agents. They are very, very creepy, as the example above (which will be familiar to Stereolab fans) ‘The Swedish Rhapsody’ shows. The Cubans, Americans, Russians, Polish, Hungarians, English, Germans. We are all at it, sending creepy coded messages around the world. And there is absolutely no way that you can decode a message unless you are the recipient who holds the ‘one time pad’ key, a translation of the numbers which is valid only for specific broadcasts on specific days, probably hidden in a spy watch or a hollowed out spy book.

I read up on them and listened to any recordings that I could find. They fascinated me. They started to trouble me a bit. They’re pretty troublesome – creepy disembodied voices, sometimes gongs or chimes that sound as though they are played from tape loops that have stretched over time, we don’t know exactly where they come from and we don’t know exactly where they are going to. I found them troublesome until I discovered, in an interview with an ex KGB officer, that the vast majority of the messages are, in fact, personal messages from family and loved ones to the spy in hiding. This new bit of knowledge made a whole lot of difference, the broadcasts lost some of their creepiness, and I wrote a song about them to celebrate.

text by Graeme Wilson

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Words of Love Broadcast In Code is The Projects latest long player.

Ladytron’s Mira Aroyo guests with vocals on 4 of the songs. One being Planets.

You can hear a few more tracks & help make it the Christmas number one at www.mindexpansionrecords.com

A question I was trying to answer an hour or 2 ago.

That’s a tough one.

I looked at 100s of pictures that mean something beyond the ordinary to me but I couldn’t find the answer. Not in a sentence or 3. So I skipped it and attached this so my interrogator could decide for me.

This is a most beautiful photograph.

(1897–1975)
American photographer. Controversial in his own time and even now, Mortensen was born in Utah, studied briefly in New York, then moved to Hollywood to work in set design, mask making, and then as a photographer and portraitist. His celebrated differences with the Group f.64 clique, particularly Ansel Adams, centred on Mortensen’s unwillingness to accept that a photograph was sacrosanct, not to be tampered with. Mortensen, on the contrary, utilized elaborate methods, such as abrasion tone and Metalchrome, to create images, usually figurative, sometimes fantastic.