Runaway, Houses, City, Clouds - Tame Impala

Usage is like oxygen for ideas. You can never fully anticipate how an audience is going to react to something you’ve created until it’s out there. That means every moment you’re working on something without it being in the public it’s actually dying, deprived of the oxygen of the real world.

— Matt Mullenweg

The Black Keys - Black Mud

And the night shall be filled with music,

and the cares that infest the day shall fold their tents

like the Arabs and as silently steal away.

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Day Is Done

MillionYoung - Youthless

Only connect!... Live in fragments no longer - E.M. Forster

Jaga Jazzist - One-Armed Bandit

Step by step, in domain after domain, the geeks are inheriting the Earth - Andrew McAfee

EBTG - Low tide of the night

We'll be chillin for ages...

Moritz Von Oswald Trio

In this world where every object was thrown away at the slightest sign of breakage or aging, at the first dent or stain, and replaced with a new and perfect substitute, there was just one false note, one shadow: the moon. It wandered through the sky naked, corroded, and gray, more and more alien to the world down here, a hangover from a way of being that was now outdated. -The Daughters of the Moon

Shadows by God Is An Astronaut

Image: Mina Mikhail

This was July, and July dirt tasted even more like sweetened metal than the dirt of June or May. Something in the growing crops unleashed a metallic life that only began to dissipate in mid-August, and by harvest time that life would be gone altogether, replaced by a sour moldiness he associated with the coming of fall and winter, the end of a relationship he had begun with the first taste of dirt back in March, before the first hard spring rain. Now, with the sun gone and no moon and the darkness having taken a nice hold of him, he walked to the end of the row, holding the mule by the tail. In the clearing he dropped the tail and moved around the mule toward the barn. - The Known World by Edward P. Jones