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Wendell Peek – The Perfumer
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in iPhonismJanis Ian—Stars —Old Grey Whistle Test. Recorded 29th October 1974. I was never one for singing What I really feel Except tonight, I’m bringing Everything I know that’s real Stars, they come and go They come fast or slow They go like the last light Of the sun, all in a blaze And all you…
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Knox Bronson—Soul of the Machine 2020
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in iPhonismSomehow stumbled on this magical piece … perfect companion to this pic. Absolulely—Goodbye Glitter Goodbye gliter, I’ve got to go I found some stardust and it’s better than anything I’ve ever known Something bigger and far beyond Something beautiful, the only place I feel that I belong Wait and see what forever brings No, no,…
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Knox Bronson—A Girl, A Gun, & A Bee
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in iPhonismDavid Bowie—”Wood Jackson” Never heard this before. An outtake from “Heathen” 2003 Jackson made twenty tapes in a day To give away A give away And he play The tunes they’d call creative when they’re running out of names Heaven knows he’s really torn it now But the names it hurt poor Jackson stopped the…
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Martin Aggett—Not So Happy Easter
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in iPhonismHiroshi Yoshimura – Ice Copy This was in our very first show at the Giorgi Gallery in early 2010. I still don’t know how Martin did it with the apps that were available back then. It doesn’t look like Tilt-Shift Generator, but maybe? Please weigh in if you have an idea. We checked every picture…
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[sunday] Knox Bronson—The Three Graces [2010]
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in iPhonismWhere are we? What the hell is going on? The dust has only just begun to fall Crop circles in the carpet Sinking feeling Spin me ’round again and rub my eyes This can’t be happening When busy streets a mess with people Would stop to hold their heads heavy Hide and seek Trains and…
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Wendell Peek – Iconography #37
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in iPhonismBob Dylan—Blind Willie McTell I seen the arrow on the doorpost Saying this land is condemned All the way from New Orleans To Jerusalem Well, I travel through east Texas Where many martyrs fell And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Wille McTell Mmm, I heard that hoot owl singing As…
