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George Blagden’s missing verse, with musical accompaniment.

Senegalese musician Sallilou on the Cas Cas, also known as Kashaka, which is an instrument made by connecting two small, bean-filled gourds with a string. [x]

I can barely keep a 4/4 beat, polyrhythms are insane! This is so lovely.

boss fight

This gave me pure unremitting joy

He brought it THE FUCK around town

Damaged || Danity Kane

Still goes hard AF

This was a BOP

yall im losing it, TIL the “WAKE ME UP” in bring me to life was added on bc the record company thought the song should be more masculine LMAO??

this is wild

omfg

holy shit

The most beautiful thing I have  heard all day and you have the opportunity to hear it too.

One of my faves that was lost to the internet is back

does anyone know the name of this instrument and possibly the source of this video?

it’s a hang drum :)

Everytime I see this I reblog.

by initial talk

Push play and just trust me

This sounds like something that would be playing in a story set in Victorian London slums or something? I DON’T KNOW.

ITS A GODDAMN SHANTY

@worldtravellingfly

wow

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Jolene (33 R.P.M) - click for .mp3

Unsure where this came from, if not the palsied hands of the good Lord himself.

Simple premise: Dolly Parton’s “Jolene” slipped from 45 to 33 rpm. Nothing more; no studio trickery, no trip hop drum breaks. The guitar lopes back in and around itself. The bass becomes elastic, hot rubber. The violin stabs become sustained cello lines. The backing choir’s split harmony rattles around, slinking ghostly into the corner.  And most importantly, Parton’s once-frantic vocal is transformed from bubblegum country scrawl into something approximating field holler reverence. 

An already perfect song made transcendental..

Who would win in a battle for my immortal soul: the devil on his fiddle or “Jolene” at 33 RPM

Finale scene from 5x09 episode ♥

Tolkien reads his poem, “Namárië”.  

Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind, long years numberless as the wings of trees! The long years have passed like swift draughts of the sweet mead in lofty halls beyond the West, beneath the blue vaults of Varda wherein the stars tremble in the song of her voice, holy and queenly.

Who now shall refill the cup for me?

For now the Kindler, Varda, the Queen of the Stars, from Mount Everwhite has uplifted her hands like clouds, and all paths are drowned deep in shadow; and out of a grey country darkness lies on the foaming waves between us, and mist covers the jewels of Calacirya for ever. Now lost, lost to those from the East is Valimar!

Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar. Maybe even thou shalt find it. Farewell!

This is truly amazing. To hear Elvish the way it was supposed to be spoken. Absolutely beautiful.

So yesterday my grandparents found a big box of old 78s that they’ve had in an attic for years, and wanted me to transfer them to CDs. Most were in pretty great shape, no cracks and few scratches. Lots of 1930s sweet/hot jazz, British big band & swing and a few Decca classical ones. This one had its label peeled/scratched off on the a side, on the reverse was a Parlophone march.

90% sure by playing it it’s unleashed some kind of 70 year old curse.

Oh my god  D:

here’s a bad idea: listening to this in the dark by yourself

I heard that some records made during the 30s had laughter on them because they believed that listening to laughter would make others laugh along.

My God, they were wrong.

i just scared the fuck out of myself

#oh my fucking god #it’s like listening to some sort of funeral #where the guests are all on acid #and then they eat the corpse and drink the blood like wine #while laughing like maniacs #shit maybe they’re cannibal clowns #oagdshfgahrkjafgda

jesus christ yes

Play this outside your house on halloween. 

ohfuq

JESUS SHIT THE BED NOPE NOPE NOPE

tumblr in 2017: “cursed post”

this ancient and forgotten horror, an abomination scratching at the walls of time itself, forbidden by the laws of gods and men, unearthed and resurrected from the archive of my blog in late 2013: “hold. my. fucking. beer.”

matt berninger (the national) & andrew bird (andrew bird) performing “a lyke wake dirge”, a traditional english song about the soul’s travel to purgatory

panting