Elf Power: Winter Is Coming.
Entire album is great.
Dark psychedelia.
Elf Power: Winter Is Coming.
Entire album is great.
Dark psychedelia.
Anything by Arvo Part.
Not music, but...behaviour you can meet in Finland, Island and Norway. Perhaps Scrotum can explain...
60 degrees right now but the weather fiends are saying by Th/Fr we might get hit with heavy snowfall and 60 mph winds. Here it comes!
I don't like country music, but I don't mean to denigrate those who do. And for the people who like country music, denigrate means 'put down.'- Bob Newhart
Not with this guy - hear his comments at the end.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S1Q2jwEX11U
He has made a series of crazy cold icy (sort of) meaningless zen videos
Last edited by Zeuhlmate; 11-14-2016 at 04:40 PM.
For that feeling of coming in after a day in the snow to a good fire and a glass of something warming, I want to hear this:
Uzva's Tammikuinen Tammela, aka January in Tammela.
When I lived in Uppsala, Sweden, in 2006, there was a housemate from Finland who told me about their tradition of taking an insanely hot sauna bath in Winter and then rolling on the snow. Not for me, actually.
As for the whole Winter/Summer music concept, it is meaningless for me since in Brazil it is pretty much warm all over the year...
Hajo Weber & Ulrich Ingenbold Winterreise (ECM, 1982)
Alexandra Sladjana Milošević Dolazi zima ("Winter Is Coming", 1987)
Everything made by Thule from Norway. Music as dark as the polar night.
They actually live 400 kms above the polar circle near the Nordkapp.
Last edited by Svetonio; 11-15-2016 at 10:48 AM.
The synth pieces on Anthony Phillips' Private Parts & Pieces, Vol. 7:Slow Waves, Soft Stars
On Winter's Edge by Poor Genetic Material
Aptly titled.
"My choice early in life was either to be a piano player in a whorehouse or a politician, and to tell the truth, there's hardly any difference"
President Harry S. Truman
Cold and raw the North did blow, bleak in a morning early;
All the trees were hid with snow, cover'd with winter fearly:
As I came riding o'er the slough, I met with a Farmer's Daughter;
Rosie cheeks, and bonny brow, geud faith, made my mouth to water.
Down I vail'd my bonnet low, meaning to show my breeding,
She return'd a graceful bow, her visage far exceeding:
I ask'd her where she went so soon, and long'd to begin a parley:
She told me to the next market town, a purpose to sell her Barley.
"In this purse, sweet soul!" said I, "twenty pound lies fairly,
Seek no farther one to buy, for I'se take all thy Barley:
Twenty more shall purchase delight, thy person I love so dearly,
If thou wilt lig by me all night, and gang home in the morning early."
"If forty pound would buy the Globe, this thing I's not do, Sir;
Or were my friends as poor as Job, I'd never raise'em so, Sir:
For shou'd you prove to-night my friend, we'se get a young kid together,
And you'd be gone e'r nine months end, & where shall I find the father?
"Pray what would my parents say, if I should be so silly,
To give my maidenhead away, and lose my true love Billy!
Oh this would bring me to disgrace, and therefore I say you nay, Sir;
And if that you would me embrace, first marry, & then you may, Sir!"
I told her I had wedded been, fourteen years and longer,
Else I'd chuse her for my Queen, and tye the knot yet stronger.
She bid me then no farther roame, but manage my wedlock fairly,
And keep my purse for poor Spouse at home, for some other should have her barley.
Then as swift as any roe, she rode away and left me;
After her I could not go, of joy she quite bereft me:
Thus I my self did disappoint, for she did leave me fairly,
My words knock'd all things out of joint, I lost both the maid & the barley.
Hostsonaten--Winterthrough
White Willow--Ignis Fatuus
Rick Wakeman Ice Run (from White Rock the album, 1977)
iamthemorning Lighthouse feat.Mariusz Duda (from Lighthouse the album, 2016)
Bookmarks