Divergence.
A view between two tree trunks which, in turn, is a view of an overpass.
atomicpoet
joined 6 years ago
Echos of winter.
I found this sticker of a snowflake on a window. It’s since been removed. An inconsequential memory, but a memory of winter.
It’s pouring.
In Vancouver, it’s a typical February night. Not only is it wet, even if you carry an umbrella, the moisture chills you to the bone. More poor kid got drenched walking from the parking lot lot to a restaurant.
Access.
Someone punched a hole in the wall, wrecking the aesthetics, because they needed power—and now all my attention gets drawn to that power outlet embedded inside.
Treasures in the attic.
You ever arrive in an old storage space, open up a box, only to discover something magnificent?
Entertainment!
Yes, this is an entertainment centre inside my house. I was watching a movie, and it’s much better when the lights are dim.
I can hear this place, and it is loud.
Gales screaming. Leaves rustling. The cold colliding with my nose.
The Techniques - Classics (1995)
If you’re from Jamaica, you might know this group. But if you’re not—The Techniques are one of the most influential Jamaican groups ever, and one which defined the sound of rock steady.
So big, each individual member later went on to change popular music as we know it. Slim Smith, the lead singer, was—until his untimely death at 23—one of the most beloved singers in Jamaica. Winston Riley was a producer who introduced the world to Buju Banton, Cutty Ranks, and Sister Nancy—and made The Slackest by General Echo. Dave Barker was the Dave in Dave and Ansell Collins. And Frederick Waite helped form Musical Youth, with some of his children as members.
This is basically a compilation that came out in 1995. No album was made by them because The Techniques were a singles group.
An incredible listen, and shaped the sound of popular music to come.
Train set.
I remember playing this when I was a child. Glad to see that it’s still being made. Simple, but good times.
A roof.
And the way that crow was perched there, deep in though right next to the chimney—underneath the clouds.
We’ve seen better days.
Overripe banana I found at a grocery store about to be put out to pasture. This is the end.
