Beans from the Izdom of Iz
Monday 21 July 2008
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Thanks for the memory
HABITAT DIDN'T PAY THEIR BILL
Towards iz manorial pile...
Him'n'Her,a menhir
Garlic, ready for drying .
Preparing for more leeks, Anne-So digs it.
Peaing in peace.
It went thataway!
Haie, houe!
Sustainable development, pioneering in the wake of the Juggernaut.
Letters Sent and Letters Meant...
Lest we forget
Thanks for the memory
A higher moral standard...
HABITAT DIDN'T PAY THEIR BILL
Towards iz manorial pile...
Him'n'Her,a menhir
Start at the beginning ...
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- Light up the darkness...
- IT"S RAINING...
- Further from Rome, Nearer to Home
- Order out of Chaos...
- Moronizmusic to come...
- Iz Ranting...
- Return the water to the Earth...
- Iz Beezy...
- IZBINZ IZAPPY
- Oooh...
- Aaaah...
- Az Iz sed, iz troo...
- A few for the stew...
- Iz grumpy,
- Darkness fails to obscure...
- Stone inverted equals space.
- Toward the Fabled Realm.
- Y IZ DUZ...
- Naturalising...
- In Roads Out...
- That Night...
- A number of times...
- ONIONS...
- HUMANE BEANS...
- Green thumbs and a pile of mud.
- Digging it!
- To be a worthy master...
- OBLIVION'S OWN, Iznibz Wazir, az IZ
- 14th July 2008
- Bastille Day.
- Picking Peas
- Cornucopia...
- Taking the rise in our stride???
- Alien Terrestrials perhaps...
- A "Mudskool " Pyramid of Power,
- Looking into it with our eyes closed.
- Another small field of interest.
- Doing the do...
- The journeyman's pen...
- When the moon was young and Iz woz just a lad, tr...
- Elfin safety,
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Garlic, ready for drying .
Preparing for more leeks, Anne-So digs it.
About Izmusic
"My melodies are songs without words, none vocal narrative. Folk have rushed by for years and barely glimpsed the tune. A few hang around and listen for a while, but the street has many distractions. My back is no longer against the wall,this is the first chance I've had in eleven years to unravel my tunes, at present encrypted into a whole tangle of technique excercises. You've missed some wondrous epic sessions sad that most often I was the only person,mortal at least, to hear them.
Eight hours a day playing in the icy chill of city streets through several winters alters the character of your technique to some how transcend the harsh discomforts and "make some good of the day".
MUSIC IZ A MIGHTY MAGIC! The first cathartic offerings were created hastily in a frantic effort to master the production.It's all past time , I make music for the moment the occassion, a kind of relativity fix. A divine conspiracy, a benign heresy. The line of least probability may offer opportunity of greater possibility.
Enjoy my primitive efforts. Plain song busking,"strictly kitchen ". The music of the heart bridges the ambiguity of fumbling words,overcomes cultural barriers. Music like God is personal none vocal meaning in the voice of the unspeakable word. The "You know what I mean nostalgia " space ,whether we've done the daring deed or not, where the mind might put on clean socks and start afresh. Familiar phrasing from our collective vocal tradition triggers epic vision, emotional empathy, mathematical poetry, sympathetic reveries create lifelines to the greater mind. In all styles, in all languages the flute and drum resist the restrictive dogmatic control of state or temple."
Eight hours a day playing in the icy chill of city streets through several winters alters the character of your technique to some how transcend the harsh discomforts and "make some good of the day".
MUSIC IZ A MIGHTY MAGIC! The first cathartic offerings were created hastily in a frantic effort to master the production.It's all past time , I make music for the moment the occassion, a kind of relativity fix. A divine conspiracy, a benign heresy. The line of least probability may offer opportunity of greater possibility.
Enjoy my primitive efforts. Plain song busking,"strictly kitchen ". The music of the heart bridges the ambiguity of fumbling words,overcomes cultural barriers. Music like God is personal none vocal meaning in the voice of the unspeakable word. The "You know what I mean nostalgia " space ,whether we've done the daring deed or not, where the mind might put on clean socks and start afresh. Familiar phrasing from our collective vocal tradition triggers epic vision, emotional empathy, mathematical poetry, sympathetic reveries create lifelines to the greater mind. In all styles, in all languages the flute and drum resist the restrictive dogmatic control of state or temple."
Click here for Iz Music link to Internet Archive, Longwinded Soundbites.
Peaing in peace.
A stake in the future...
Who's arguing?
Photo link, a journeyman's journal.
stick with it...
It went thataway!
About Me
- Iznibz Wazir
- The Izdom of Iz, Terra
- Enigmatic Other.Iz a mystery to most, Iz how it should be. Iz iz a wot not a noo.
Haie, houe!
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