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Music for nothing to do all day but to sit on the porch in your underwear and drink cheap wine!
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| Nina Hagen |
Born in Xixax
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Nunsexmonkrock | 0:00:00 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||||
| Unspecified |
Zuni Rain Dance
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Music of American Indians of the Southwest | Folkways | 1951 | 0:03:41 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||
| Pygmees Aka |
Mobandi: Mo Bama - Berceuse
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Centre Afrique: Anthologie de la musique de Pygmes Aka | Radio France | 2013 | 0:07:27 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||
| Baya Pygmies |
The "Water Drum"
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Cameroon: Baka Pygmy Music | 0:09:59 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||||
| Unspecified |
Walapi:Funeral Song
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Music of American Indians of the Southwest | Folkways | 1951 | 0:15:35 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||
| Annie Banda, Ida Sakala, and Lekesina Banda |
Song of Sorrow
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music from petuake of northern rhodesia vol 1 | Folkways | 1962 | 0:18:00 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||
| José-Luis Orozco |
Water
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Come Bien | 0:19:22 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||||
| Ella Jenkins |
Wade in the Water
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African American Folk Rhythms | Folkways | 1998 | 0:20:24 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||
| The Mcintosh County Shouters |
Wade the Water to my Knees
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Slave Shout Songs from the Coast of Georgia | Folkways | 1984 | 0:24:34 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||
| Josephine Foster |
waterfall
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blood rushing | FIre | 2012 | 0:25:17 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||
| Eddie Gale |
The Rain
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Eddie Gale's Ghetto Music | Blue Note | 1968 | 0:28:34 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||
| Mrs Grant COvey |
Rain, Rain the wind does Blow
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0:35:27 (MP3 | Pop-up) | ||||||||
| The Foc'sle Singers |
Fire Down Below
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Foc'sle Songs and Shanties | 1959 | 0:36:07 (MP3 | Pop-up) | ||||||
| Judy Ficksman |
Water in My Veins
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Fast Folk Musical Magazine Vol. 5 n1 Human Pride | Folkways | 1989 | 0:39:18 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||
| Sarah Webster Fabio |
I Would Be For You Rain
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Soul Aint Soul Is | Folkways | 1973 | 0:40:32 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||
| Can't translate will do after | 0:46:32 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||||||
| Group of Marrons of Moore Town |
Remember Rain, John Warren
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0:59:26 (MP3 | Pop-up) | ||||||||
| Andrew Pekler |
Waterway Rhythm
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Love Among The Crickets / Waterway Rhythm 7" | Duophonic Super 45 | 2024 | 1:00:13 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||
| Sam Wilkes, Craig Weinrib, Dylan Day |
Rain
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Sam Wilkes, Craig Weinrib, Dylan Day | Leaving | 2024 | 1:04:28 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||
| Roberto Musci |
Kaluli Storm Song
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Melanesia | Oxmose | 2021 | 1:12:20 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||
| celer |
writing letters in the rain, 06.06
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Malaria | 1:14:35 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||||
| Yellow Swans |
Untitled(4)
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Mort Aux Vaches | Staalplaat | 2015 | 1:16:45 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||
| Seaworthy & Matt Roesner |
Meroo Rockshelf
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Two Lakes | 1:32:43 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||||
| Lawrence English |
Antartica
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Viento | Taiga Records | 2015 | 1:34:45 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||
| Annea Lockwood |
Water Gong
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Glass World | Room40 | 2023 | 1:57:39 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||
| Unspecified |
Pagago Saguaro Song
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Music of American Indians of the Southwest | Folkways | 1951 | 2:04:08 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||
| Olderwomen in the village of Gabane |
The Rain, Hey, It's the Rain
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2:05:16 (MP3 | Pop-up) | ||||||||
| Caravan |
Rice Waiting for Rain
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Thailand: Songs for Life | Paredon | 1978 | 2:06:54 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||
| Unspecified |
Spells and Charms: Rain Song (Keresan Indian)
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From a Shaman's Notebook - Primitive and Archaic Poetry | Folkways | 1968 | 2:09:55 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||
| Richard Buck |
Wasase Rain Dance, War Dance
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Songs and Dancs of Great Lake Indians | Folkways | 1956 | 2:10:49 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||
| Pham Duy |
The Rain on the Leaves
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Folksongs of Vietnam | Folkways | 1968 | 2:13:27 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||
| Unspecified |
Rain song of the Squirrel Treefrog
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Sounds of North American Frogs | 2:15:41 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||||
| Rain Sounds |
Relaxing Night Rain
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Soothing Rain Sounds | Everyday Music | 2012 | 2:18:09 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||
| Perila |
On a Roof
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Everything is Already There | Boomkat Editions | 2021 | 2:23:18 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||
| Annea Lockwood |
Bouyant
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Ground of Being | Recital | 2014 | 2:27:21 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||
| Honyi, Kutka, and Honauuh |
Rain song form Navaho, Tacab Katcina
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Hopi Katcina Songs and Six Songs by Hopi Chanters | 2:33:39 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||||
| Honyi, Kutka, and Honauuh |
Rain song from Jemez, Humis Katcina
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Hopi Katcina Songs and Six Songs by Hopi Chanters | 2:35:25 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||||
| Akira Ito |
Praying for Mother / Earth, Pt. 1
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Kankyō Ongaku (Japanese Ambient, Environmental & New Age Music 1980 - 1990) | Light In the Attic | 2019 | 2:36:05 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||
| Omni Gardends |
Cool Off
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Moss King | 2:47:53 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||||
| SiJ, Textere Oris |
In the Rain
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Reflections Under the Sky | 2:50:47 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||||
| Gheorghe Zamfir |
The Lonely Shepherd
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Zamfir | Mercury | 1980 | 2:55:11 (MP3 | Pop-up) | |||||
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milk t:
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Ken From Hyde Park:
Yes:
Very good
prof.fuzz:
bug club tickets secured! happy friday!
common:
jessicaiscool:
No Big Thing in Chicago:
Savage in Brooklyn:
tim:
Bob Tankenstein:
tim:
Savage in Brooklyn:
Yes:
Gaston:
scribble:
Savage in Brooklyn:
prof.fuzz:
prof.fuzz:
chris in the redwoods:
hello, everyone.
northguineahills:
Yes:
tim:
If you see "Tim was here" written in the snow behind the fuZZZmobile, it wasn't me.
Jason from Houston:
tim:
Dr Floyd:
prof.fuzz:
prof.fuzz:
Passaic River Blues:
tim:
tgravel:
Alanthepainter:
The cadence of the ocean, the out of the rain cleaning our world. Thank you!
tim:
Alanthepainter:
prof.fuzz:
tim:
prof.fuzz: Sucked! They didn't even bother to show up. You didn't miss anything. Uh, why are you giving me a dirty look after looking at my t-shirt?
Handy Haversack:
Matty from Brooklyn:
tim:
Chris Crash:
prof.fuzz:
Handy Haversack:
It's Radio's first birthday today!
milk t:
tim:
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chris in the redwoods:
(does this mean he gets his own slice?)
tim:
Handy Haversack:
Threemoons 🌛🌝🌜:
Yes:
Handy Haversack:
Chris, it means that I get his slice!
Though I don't know if you ever saw Bagpipe's screen debut in this Weeping Icon video? It was the role he was born to play.
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chris in the redwoods:
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Yes:
owenm:
Palisades mama:
Gaston:
erik:
K8:
Threemoons 🌛🌝🌜:
Palisades mama:
The sound of raindrops is so comforting to All of us
JMS:
Sparrowthebrave:
Threemoons 🌛🌝🌜:
Palisades mama:
Going to that house now
So terrified at what I will face
Will keep your playlist going - so so comforting
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jessicaiscool:
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Ike:
Hey NYC folks, random Q: seen a lot of the posters for the Sh*n Y*n cult’s dance troupe in your neighborhood? Did ya know they’re anti-LGBTQ and anti-feminist weirdos? Please let me know if you’re inundated like Sunset Park and Park Slope are/were. I’m working on a little… project.
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paddy in matawan:
tim:
Panther:
Skip Intro:
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loquat:
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chef pat:
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Handy Haversack:
LARRY LEVIS
My Story in a Late Style of Fire
Whenever I listen to Billie Holiday, I am reminded
That I, too, was once banished from New York City.
Not because of drugs or because I was interesting enough
For any wan, overworked patrolman to worry about—
His expression usually a great, gauzy spiderweb of bewilderment
Over his face—I was banished from New York City by a woman.
Sometimes, after we had stopped laughing, I would look
At her & and see a cold note of sorrow or puzzlement go
Over her face as if someone else were there, behind it,
Not laughing at all. We were, I think, “in love.” No, I’m sure.
If my house burned down tomorrow morning, & if I & my wife
And son stood looking on at the flames, & if, then
Someone stepped out of the crowd of bystanders
And said to me: “Didn’t you once know. . . ?” No. But if
One of the flames, rising up in the scherzo of fire, turned
All the windows blank with light, & if that flame could speak,
And if it said to me: “You loved her, didn’t you?” I’d answer,
Hands in my pockets, “Yes.” And then I’d let fire & misfortune
Overwhelm my life. Sometimes, remembering those days,
I watch a warm, dry wind bothering a whole line of elms
And maples along a street in this neighborhood until
They’re all moving at once, until I feel just like them,
Trembling & in unison. None of this matters now,
But I never felt alone all that year, & if I had sorrows,
I also had laughter, the affliction of angels & children.
Which can set a whole house on fire if you’d let it. And even then
You might still laugh to see all of your belongings set you free
In one long choiring of flames that sang only to you—
Either because no one else could hear them, or because
No one else wanted to. And, mostly, because they know.
They know such music cannot last, & that it would
Tear them apart if they listened. In those days,
I was, in fact, already married, just as I am now,
Although to another woman. And that day I could have stayed
In New York. I had friends there. I could have strayed
Up Lexington Avenue, or down to Third, & caught a faint
Glistening of the sea between the buildings. But all I wanted
Was to hold her all morning, until her body was, again,
A bright field, or until we both reached some thicket
As if at the end of a lane, or at the end of all desire,
And where we could, therefore, be alone again, & make
Some dignity out of loneliness. As, mostly, people cannot do.
Billie Holiday, whose life was shorter & more humiliating
Than my own, would have understood all this, if only
Because even in her late addiction & her bloodstream’s
Hallelujahs, she, too, sang often of some affair, or someone
Gone, & therefore permanent. And sometimes she sang for
Nothing, even then, & it isn’t anyone’s business, if she did.
That morning, when she asked me to leave, wearing only
The apricot tinted, fraying chemise, I wanted to stay.
But I also wanted to go, to lose her suddenly, almost
For no reason, & certainly without any explanation.
I remember looking down at a pair of singular tracks
Made in a light snow the night before, at how they were
Gradually effacing themselves beneath the tires
Of the morning traffic, & thinking that my only other choice
Was fire, ashes, abandonment, solitude. All of which happened
Anyway, & soon after, & by divorce. I know this isn’t much.
But I wanted to explain this life to you, even if
I had to become, over the years, someone else to do it.
You have to think of me what you think of me. I had
To live my life, even its late, florid style. Before
You judge this, think of her. Then think of fire,
Its laughter, the music of splintering beams & glass,
The flames reaching through the second story of a house
Almost as if to—mistakenly—rescue someone who
Left you years ago. It is so American, fire. So like us.
Its desolation. And its eventual, brief triumph.
Listener Bryan (the Professor):
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jessicaiscool:
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chris in the redwoods:
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rsj:
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WoodsOfMaine:
βrian:
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Panther:
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βrian:
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Gregosaurus:
Ike:
slugluv1313:
greetings, Jessica! Everyone!
loving the sounds/vibes
(been listening while dealing with the evil laundry)
WoodsOfMaine:
Deano de los Muertos:
Handy Haversack:
Hubig Pie:
slugluv1313:
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Deano de los Muertos:
Hubig Pie:
Listener Bryan (the Professor):
Handy Haversack:
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βrian:
Listener Bryan (the Professor):
Deano de los Muertos:
Dave:
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Deano de los Muertos:
Threemoons 🌛🌝🌜:
Listener Bryan (the Professor):
Threemoons 🌛🌝🌜:
Deano de los Muertos:
Ike:
Deano de los Muertos:
Ike:
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chinn:
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Deano de los Muertos:
Listener Bryan (the Professor):
mischi:
i'm so sorry to hear what has happened to you and your family.
Threemoons 🌛🌝🌜:
jessicaiscool:
northguineahills:
Deano de los Muertos:
βrian:
stingy d:
Deano de los Muertos:
Barney Grubbs:
I used Digmypics.com a few years ago to digitize some of my dad's old slides after he died--they scanned all the slides and shipped them back safely w/ a thumb drive and downloads.
Some of my dad's ashes are buried in Mountain View Graveyard in Altadena (not far from Octavia Butler's grave)--at some point there was a report that the graveyard had burned, which put me in the awful but grimly humorous headspace of trying to figure out if you needed to mourn ashes possibly turning to slightly different ashes. Anyway, seems like the report was incorrect.
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Ken From Hyde Park:
Deano de los Muertos:
Michael 98145:
lankylad:
Ike:
The prize is more rocks.
Hunterian:
Ajay:
Deano de los Muertos:
jakee.jc:
PKNY:
J-W from B:
paddy in matawan:
Listener Bryan (the Professor):
Deano de los Muertos:
Adi From Sheffield:
Handy Haversack:
northguineahills: