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quiet noise, quiet city
empty buildings, empty souls

real gone.

miles davis was miles away

Miles Dewey Davis III (May 26, 1926 – September 28, 1991) was one of the most influential and innovative musicians of the 20th century. A trumpeter, bandleader and composer, Davis was at the forefront of almost every major development in jazz from World War II to the 1990s. He played on some of the important early bebop records and recorded the first cool jazz records. He was partially responsible for the development of modal jazz, and jazz fusion arose from his work with other musicians in the late 1960s and early 1970s. Free jazz was the only post-war style not significantly influenced by Davis, although some musicians from his bands later pursued this style. His recordings, along with the live performances of his many influential bands, were vital in jazz's acceptance as music with lasting artistic value. A popularizer as well as an innovator, Davis became famous for his languid, melodic style and his laconic, and at times confrontational, personality. As an increasingly well-paid and fashionably-dressed jazz musician, Davis was also a symbol of jazz music's commercial potential.

history of events

Break through in empty space/ syntax error? / letters for music/ experiment/ oxy/ d.j’s serving meat and terrorists mixing cocktails/ music/ alphabet city/ beauty/ data flow inefficient/ names/ agent mo/ mo ving music/ mo ving piktures/ London/ Nueva York/ towers open fire/ the stooges/ penetration/ else/telo /fatcat/ autechre/ lofi/ soundbaths/ sun ras/ art ensemble of Chicago/ bwana/ kopyright liberation front/ felas/ oum kalthoums/ cabaret voltaire/ suicide/ atrocity exhibition/ patriarhis dimitrios/ artist not designer/ religion divides/ music unites/ P.P> solo_loco/ optik manipulated files/ noise/ keno dyktio/ caravan/ hallucination/ perception/ please kill me// love/ hate/ the electronic revolution/ toto & the compact cosmos/ street fight/ 122/ d.m.o./ fuck them all/ the disc is full/ paranormale/ the world needs beauty/ little house/ table/ noise/ dictaphones/ throbbing gristle/ auditory perception/ tapes/ d-zine/ friendship/ el house/ bios/ idea/ coti/ john cage/ silenzio/ loop cirquit/ motive/ pop art/ yuri/ gathering/ people/ music/ lp’s/ cd’s/ maxi singles/ headphones/ discuss/ new friends/ new music/ new love/ stmc/ bassclass/ red sea/ destroit/ tony/ small beer/ vizuala faux/ drog_A_tek/ improv/ tone home/ space/ sound/ image/ play/ mix/ smile/ festival/ tired/ again 02/ sad/ retired/ Barcelona/ the building 84/ effort/ dreams/ access denied/ vanity/ complex/ nr.6/ liar/ of all nations/ forget/ forgive?/ no/ erase data permanently/ le mepris/ the velvets/ heroin/ coltnoi/ uber alles/ quetempo/ who hurt you?/ effort/ dreams/ free doorways/ calling all partisans/ of all nations/ biomass/ elektroware/ monochrome/ aero peru/ /AH2O/ nu-nu/ b station/ the bardo hotel/ dreams/ insignificant objects/ echo/ love/ the aesthetics of disappearance/ last year in marienbad/ a pig shoots ink/ virilio/ kafka/ the erasers/ same wavelength/ perform/ access no areas/ compose/ self-deleted is not defeated/ animate/ deviate/ the new dictionary of dead words/ manipulate/ break/ erase / mr. comfort/ evgeniou/ voltnoi/ over and out/

heart

ast (sgot) 19
alt (sgpt) 24
ldh 161
ck 77
ckmb 15
troponin t. cardiac <0.01

Love me, love me, love me, love me, say you do
Let me fly away with you
For my love is like the wind, and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Give me more than one caress, satisfy this hungriness
Let the wind blow through your heart
For wild is the wind, wild is the wind

You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You're spring to me, all things to me
Don't you know, you're life itself!

Like the leaf clings to the tree,
Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we're like creatures of the wind, wild is the wind
Wild is the wind

You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You're spring to me, all things to me
Don't you know, you're life itself!

Like the leaf clings to the tree,
Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we're like creatures in the wind, and wild is the wind

Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind

SERIAL: segmented opticosonic materials

Title: General rehearsal for an even darker future

story/
scene one: On a very cold day, at a time when traffic was extremely heavy(a week before x-mas), the time was ripe for plunging the urban populations into the greatest anguish. This time the drama grows from the incontinence of the desire for luminosity and for manipulation of the night.

language supression/the war on the word_ part/one

speaking,far more than thinking, is something that everyone has within his or her grasp;it's something which is shared and has always been shared by the bad and the good, by victims and their executioners, by the cruel and the compassionate, the sincere and the mendacious, by the not very bright and the extremely stupid, by slaves and their masters, by the gods and mankind. they all have it, imbeciles, brutes,merciless sadists,murderers,tyrants,savages,,simpletons and even the mad.

COMSAT/COMmunication SATuration

1-countless layers of ideas, images, feeelings have fallen succisively on your brain as soft as light. it seems that each buries the preceding, but none has really perished.

2-sleepers are in seperate worlds, the awake, in the same.

3-the movies are, first of all, armchairs with spectators inside

moments of disappearance: the loss of time in everyday moments and actions

The lapse occurs frequently at breakfast and the cup dropped and overturned on the table is its well-known consequence. The absence lasts a few seconds; its beginning and its end are sudden. The senses function, but are nevertheless closed to external impressions. The return being just as sudden as the departure, the arrested word and action are picked up again where they have been interrupted. Conscious time comes together again automatically, forming a continuous time without apparent breaks. For these absences, which can be quite numerous-hundreds every day most often pass completely unnoticed by others around- we will be using the words "disappearance frequency". however for the person in this frequency, nothing really has happened, the missing time never existed. At each crisis, without realizing it, a little of his or her life simply escaped-simply disappeared.