#astrosonics

The earth is the Lord's and the fullness thereof, the world and those who dwell therein, 2 for he has founded it upon the seas and established it upon the rivers. 3 Who shall ascend the hill of the Lord? And who shall stand in his holy place? 4 He who has clean hands and a pure heart, who does not lift up his soul to what is false and does not swear deceitfully. 5 He will receive blessing from the Lord and righteousness from the God of his salvation. 6 Such is the generation of those who seek him, who seek the face of the God of Jacob. Selah 7 Lift up your heads, O gates! And be lifted up, O ancient doors, that the King of glory may come in. 8 Who is this King of glory? The Lord, strong and mighty, the Lord, mighty in battle! 9 Lift up your heads, O gates! And lift them up, O ancient doors, that the King of glory may come in. 10 Who is this King of glory? The Lord of hosts, he is the King of glory! Selah

Hello? Hello, Sunny? Sun Ra. How you doin' captain, whatchu been up to? I been halfway around the world... Could you please explain to the fans why they shouldn't bootleg this production? ... I played a low profile you know. The only reason I'm coming out of hiding how is because, it looks like the planet is falling apart.   Sonny, angels come in various shapes and forms, could you explain the angelic world? The gods who do not create shall perish... So then if a person even gets to be a god, better be creating or else, that's it. I create something every day. When I first started playing, I didn't start to play for people, I played for the creator, and I played something everyday that the creator or superior force had never heard... and every night they be utterly amazed at what I'm saying on that instrument. They be amazed. And when I hear it back, I be amazed too. And now it's getting so that I play songs so fast that I'm not even aware of it. I start playing, and the music be movin' so fast... Could you explain what this means?... You need to change your thoughts... I think of myself as a coordinator, now, because of the fact that, um, you can't be a leader unless you have somebody following you, and, I really don't think anyone could follow me, I've gone through too many paths of discipline, I wouldn't recommend it. A lot of people would be broken... everyone couldn't, go through that, the spartan discipline I've gone through, spiritually. It's very difficult. If I didn't have a sense of humor, and some other attributes of, uh... If I was just a good person, I would have been broken long ago. But having those attributes of, uh, good and evil, I'd say, because I do good sometimes, when the creator makes me do good, and so therefore, because of that, I know what good is... But otherwise I just be following the things that I want to do, which is, just too/just to be natural and to play my music. Which is, slightly evil in a sense, because I have so much to offer the world. If you have so much to offer the world as I have and you just stay over and do... that's very evil and wicked. Because you got so many people out trying to be leaders and trying to teach and instruct, and they can't do it. Whereas I can do it and I haven't been too particular about it...because it's a big job, and it's an impossible job... and uh,

Bigbeautifulbronzeman...bouncing baby heartbeat ocean tears of mud, to a strange snake, of a new mask, arching the brain/neck of our song

Be/where he's everywhere. And they say that god is everywhere, and they say that god is everywhere. (We're still talking about slavery). Are they really talking about god

*** Editor's Note: First post in an "occult" series I'll bring from time to time— the occult from an Afro/Astrosonics/mythscientific/'that's not science'/hoodrich/diamond noon perspective. Not too intense, not too dismissive. I'd like to locate and name some of the common(s) sources of creative inspiration that get dimmed in mainstream or the staunchly academic settings and relate them directly back to those settings as well as to poetic forms, listening, music, composition, etc. With Love. Enjoy and thanks for listening.

(Y'all Ready) Cauuuuuse this time... I'm takin no chances, on summer romances, that fade in the fall. Last time, I surrendered at the very start, last time, it was easy to deceive/ my heart. But. this time, I won't let my heart go, til you let my heart know... Y'all ready? C'mon,

Now that blackbird was flyin' way out there, home base though was the spotlight—

***Editor's note: This is the inaugural post in a series I'll bring regularly, tracing the anatomy of samples, especially vocal samples like this one, but also instrumental samples wherein jazz, funk, and soul loops and segments are woven into hip hop tracks. I hope these posts will begin to shed light on sampling as a form of archiving/mythscience/alchemy, and elucidate its potential role in the writing of prose of poetry, as well as train our ears to recognize and decode the many layers of all that we hear. Enjoy and thanks for listening!