Jan 25, 2025
50 years of Coach House, Produced by Veronica Simmonds, Featuring music by Podington Bear and Al White, Coach House Press, Toronto, 2015 (soundcloud here) [Artists' Books and Multiples, Sackville, New Brunswick]
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50 years of Coach House, Produced by Veronica Simmonds, Featuring music by Podington Bear and Al White, Coach House Press, Toronto, 2015 (soundcloud here) [Artists' Books and Multiples, Sackville, New Brunswick]
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Song of the day.
Animation of a Moth and a Seed
This will likely not make much sense to people with sensible music tastes but what a great album.
More video by Stephen Nageroni featuring music by Podington Bear.
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This travel “monolog” features music by Podington Bear and Parachutes.
More here.
(thanks/via: Podington Bear and Stephen Nageroni
Song of the Day: Horse Feathers - Father of Failure (Podington Bear Remix)
Father your failures are so grave, they have seeped to son. No amount of wishing, for grace to be regained or won. 10,000 pounds of hope, on the shoulders of one. It's clear to me, how the son has gone to seed. It's clear to me, how the roots shape the tree. If I found a penance to be paid, if I found a payment to be made. There's no real letter to write, To no real father of mine. With no real things, it's hard not to think. With no real things, it's hard not to sing. Father your failures are so grave, they have seeped to son. No amount of wishing, for grace to be regained or won.