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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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: A Monograph– Friedrich Benesch


Pascal Comelade / David Cunningham


Tenor Saw - Youthman Promotion


Khun Narin - Thailand



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


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


Yvonne Rainer


Norman McLaren

Vertical Lines






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




Étienne-Louis Boullée


J D Emmanuel - Visions During Movement


James Whitney - Variations on a Circle


Aaron Dilloway


Bead Animation


Norman Ackroyd


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