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[sunday] Wendell Peek – Hotel Kabuki
Wendell’s picture is too scary, so I’m doing some counter-programming with an hour of Bill Evans. Happy Sunday.
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Hans Borghorst—Death of the One-Legged Traveler
This picture is one of the strangest I ever received at PIXELS. I have never asked Hans about the story behind it. Maybe I will. Blind Faith—I Can’t Find My Way Home. Love the guitar sound the Brits used to get in the late 60s, like this.
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[votd] SOLD OUT EVERYDAY! The most beautiful onigiri maker in Hiroshima and her 220lb cart
I found a bunch of videos featuring her. She’s a hard worker! She has her own YouTube Channel now! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ocA_mP6qnMY She’s hiring!
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[votd] Are You Mommy?? | Gudetama: An Eggcellent Adventure Trailer
One of the best TV series I have ever seen. No I am not kidding. Available on Netflix.
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Wendell Peek – Contemplating the Muse
Spirit—Nature’s Way (live 1990) It’s nature’s way of telling you something’s wrongIt’s nature’s way of telling you in a song It’s nature’s way of receiving youIt’s nature’s way of retrieving youIt’s nature’s way of telling youSomething’s wrong It’s nature’s way of telling you, soon we’ll freezeIt’s nature’s way of telling you, dying trees It’s nature’s…
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Knox Bronson—Metropolitan Home (Alternate Edit)
Came across this. Thought, “Why not?” Here is a video I made from all the images that were in the first PIXELS show which opened January 30, 2010. The submission window was December 7, 2009-January 15, 2010. I had written the music for Maia Panos to accompany a print of a Japanese woodcut I had…
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[votd] Noel Casler Podcast Episode 126
I have always tried to avoid politics on PIXELS, but we are beyond politics now. Please watch the whole video. I love Noel. We’ve exchanged a few emails. He’s really cool. He worked on the Apprentice show and he knows the Trumps. Subscribe to him on Substack. It’s free if you want. He’s a great…
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Knox Bronson – Junk Yard Kitty
Cockney Rebel—Sebastian (do you think they were listening to David Bowie?) Radiate simply, the candle is burning so low for me Generate me limply, I can’t seem to place your name, cherie To rearrange all these thoughts in a moment is suicide Come to a strange place, we’ll talk over old times we never spied…