Nina Simone - "Remixed and reimagined"

First track, "I can't see nobody", remixed by a certain Daniel Y. I realise it's probably sacrilege to many people to even think about remixing Nina Simone, but while listening to the first track I think, well, she does have the voice for it... the swung of her words, it does seem to fit the strange beats.

But after a few more tracks, it becomes fairly monotone. Now breakbeatish music has never been much of my taste, so that might be a problem here, but I doubt this one is on my squeezebox to stay.

By the way, "reimagined", is that really so different from "remixed"? To the connaisseur perhaps, but remixing a track well, doesn't that require re-imagining the song in the first place?

Blaine L. Reiniger & Steven Brown - "100 years of music : live in Lisbon 1989"

Have no clue how or why I ever got this CD. Must be X-Rated on which I heard something.

It's wonderful. The first track, "Iberia", with its jumping chords, reminds me of  one of Evangelion's themes.

Music that rumbles, grumbles, rolls forward, sweeping everything away...

There's more. I hear Die Anarchistische Abendunterhalting in track "Licorice Stick Ostinato"

Andrew Motion - interview BBC World

Andrew Motion - ex poet laureate. What a wonderful man!

"A parent who does not teach his child the love for poetry, has failed"

about Rudyard Kipling, the interviewer asks him: "Didn't he say a poet should never become a paid civil servant?"
A.M; "well, he refused to become poet laureate, didn't he?"

(about the strength of simple language) "let a glass of water always taste like a glass of gin"

Toon Tellegen - "Het bezoek"

Op een dag was het zover.
Ik besloot haar eindelijk eens op te zoeken.
Haar gieren deden mij peinzend open.
Haar honden gingen mij voor naar haar vertrekken,
de sporen van hun tanden in mijn been.
Haar slangen schonken mij een kopje thee in,
met een wolkje melk, en roerden het om met hun tongen.
Haar slakken likten mijn mondhoeken schoon.
Zij was er niet, zij was zojuist vertrokken,
zei haar hyena, huilend in mijn nek.
En zij komt nooit meer terug,
zei haar spin, de aanzet tot een web
reeds strak gespannen om mij heen.