Thom Yorke posts new Office Chart and other news
Thom Yorke posted a new Office Chart on Twitter earlier this week. He posted the playlist with the following message:
“enough rant. yuk. howboutsome beauty?:) .. newoffice chart I love! something to look for on Spotify? OR NOT.”
8-13-2013 Office Chart
- “Debussyana” – Garoto
- “105-14″ – Burnt Friedman & Jaki Liebezeit
- “Rapture” – Marcel Fengler
- “Sleeping” – The Cyclist
- “Love In Mind” (Live in Massey Hall 1971) – Neil Young
- “Archive01″ – Midland
- “45″ – NHK’Koyxen Dance Classic Vol. 2
- “1234″ – Mark Pritchard
- “Fiction” (Marcuss Worgull Remix) – The xx
- “Ti prego amami” (Orginale) – Ennio Morricone
- “Tudo Que Você Podia Ser” – Quarteto em Cy
Listen to “Ti prego amami” (Orginale) – Ennio Morricone
Listen to “Fiction” (Marcuss Worgull Remix) – The xx
On Tuesday Ed O’Brien posted an update on Radiohead’s Official Website titled ‘Pale Blue Dot’, which is a quote from American author/astronomer Carl Sagan from his book Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space.
“Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilisation, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar”, every “supreme” leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner , how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.”