Onang Onang

Varied performances of Magondangi, a traditional Batak Tribe music commonly performed with the mystical traditional Tor Tor dance at weddings, funerals and other social gatherings - Northern Sumatra

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Drumlines

Drumline corps rehearsals

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Anayampatti S. Ganesan - Jalatarangam

 
 
 
 
 
 

Wolfgang Riechmann - Wunderbar

 
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Cassini Solstice Mission

Sent by NASA to explore Enceladus, one of the moons of Saturn

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

J D Emmanuel - Clockwerk

 
 
 
 

Tourmaline

Tourmaline: A Monograph– Friedrich Benesch

 
 
 
 

Pascal Comelade / David Cunningham

 
 
 
 

Tenor Saw - Youthman Promotion

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Khun Narin - Thailand

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Artikulation

Rainer Wehinger’s visual score of György Ligeti’s Artikulation

 
 
 
 

Alemu Aga - Ethiopia

 

Other Musicians

 
 
 
 

Kaen Solos

11 pieces played on the traditional Laotian instrument

 
 
 
 

Seamus Ennis

UIlleann Pipes

 
 
 
 

Clara Mondshine - Luna Africana

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Jonathan Winters

 
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Manuel Göttsching

 
 
 
 

Ishu Patel - Divine Fate 

 
 
 
 

Buffy Sainte-Marie - My Country 'Tis of Thy People You're Dying

Now that your big eyes have finally opened,
Now that you're wondering how must they feel,
Meaning them that you've chased across America's movie screens.
Now that you're wondering how can it be real
That the ones you've called colorful, noble and proud
In your school propaganda
They starve in their splendor?
You've asked for my comment I simply will render:

My country 'tis of thy people you're dying.

Now that the longhouses breed superstition
You force us to send our toddlers away
To your schools where they're taught to despise their traditions.
You forbid them their languages, then further say
That American history really began
When Columbus set sail out of Europe, then stress
That the nation of leeches that conquered this land
Are the biggest and bravest and boldest and best.
And yet where in your history books is the tale
Of the genocide basic to this country's birth,
Of the preachers who lied, how the Bill of Rights failed,
How a nation of patriots returned to their earth?
And where will it tell of the Liberty Bell
As it rang with a thud
O'er  Kinzua mud,
And of brave Uncle Sam in Alaska this year?

My country 'tis of thy people you're dying.

Hear how the bargain was made for the West:
With her shivering children in zero degrees,
Blankets for your land, so the treaties attest,
Oh well, blankets for land is a bargain indeed,
And the blankets were those Uncle Sam had collected
From smallpox-diseased dying soldiers that day.
And the tribes were wiped out and the history books censored,
A hundred years of your statesmen have felt it's better this way.
And yet a few of the conquered have somehow survived,
Their blood runs the redder though genes have paled.
From the Gran Canyon's caverns to craven sad hills
The wounded, the losers, the robbed sing their tale.
From Los Angeles County to upstate New York
The white nation fattens while others grow lean;
Oh the tricked and evicted they know what I mean.

My country 'tis of thy people you're dying.

The past it just crumbled, the future just threatens;
Our life blood shut up in your chemical tanks.
And now here you come, bill of sale in your hands
And surprise in your eyes that we're lacking in thanks
For the blessings of civilization you've brought us,
The lessons you've taught us, the ruin you've wrought us --
Oh see what our trust in America's brought us.

My country 'tis of thy people you're dying.

Now that the pride of the sires receives charity,
Now that we're harmless and safe behind laws,
Now that my life's to be known as your "heritage,"
Now that even the graves have been robbed,
Now that our own chosen way is a novelty --
Hands on our hearts we salute you your victory,
Choke on your blue white and scarlet hypocrisy
Pitying the blindness that you've never seen
That the eagles of war whose wings lent you glory
They were never no more than carrion crows,
Pushed the wrens from their nest, stole their eggs, changed their story;
The mockingbird sings it, it's all that he knows.
"Ah what can I do?" say a powerless few
With a lump in your throat and a tear in your eye --
Can't you see that their poverty's profiting you.

My country 'tis of thy people you're dying.

 
 
 
 

Buddhadev Das Gupta  ( Sarod )

 
 
 
 

Laura Poitras - O'Say Can You See

 
 
 
 

Thom Brennan - Beneath Clouds

 
 
 
 

Nancy Holt

 
 
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Yvonne Rainer

 
 
 
 

Norman McLaren

Vertical Lines

 

Spheres

 

Synchromy

 
 
 
 

Oöphoi - The Spirals Of Time Part II

 
 
 
 

Gary Kachadourian

 
 
 
 

Arvo Pärt

And Then Came the Evening and the Morning

 
 
 
 

Number Spirals

 
 
 
 

Kartik Trivedi

 
 
 
 

U Srinivas - Enta Muddo Bindumalini

 
 
 
 

Thought Forms (1905)

 
 
 
 

Walther Ruttmann - Lichtspiel (Opus 1, 2, 3, 4) 

 
 
 
 

Anjey Satori

 
 
 
 

Toshio Matsumoto - Atman (1975)

 
 
 
 

Michel Eugene Chevreul

 
 
 
 
 
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Laurie Spiegel 

This 1977 tape is one of the earliest examples of purely digital realtime audio synthesis. It manages to achieve an analog synth sounding quality, but it is entirely digital synthesis and signal processing.

 
 
 
 

Terence McKenna

Interview with Jeffrey Mishlove 

 
 
 
 

Mati Klarwein

 
 
 
 

Laraaji

 
 
 
 

Étienne-Louis Boullée

 
 
 
 

J D Emmanuel - Visions During Movement

 
 
 
 

James Whitney - Variations on a Circle

 
 
 
 

Aaron Dilloway

 
 
 
 

Bead Animation

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Norman Ackroyd

 
 
 
 
 
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L. Subramaniam 

Le Violon De L'Inde Du Sud

 
 
 
 

Art Clokey - Mandala

 
 
 
 

Suzanne Doucet

 
 
 
 

Kay Sage

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Frank Mouris - Frank Film

 
 
 
 

Philip Glass

 
 
 
 

Minnie Evans

 
 
 
 

Lino Capra Vaccina

 
 
 
 
 
 

Richard M Powers

 
 
 
 

L'Orchestre National de Mauritanie

 
 
 
 

Aldo Tambellini - Blackout