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The David Bowie section under Rock & Pop at HMV Oxford Street (Wed 20th January) shows the majority of studio albums have sold out apart from Blackstar, The Next Day, Reality, Space Oddity, Let's Dance and 1966.
www.officialcharts.com/charts/albums-chart/20160115/7502/
Official Albums Chart Top 100
15 January 2016 - 21 January 2016
1) Blackstar
5) Nothing Has Changed - The Very Best Of
11) The Best Of 1969 / 1974
14) Hunky Dory
17) The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust
18) Best of Bowie
23) Aladdin Sane
25) The Next Day
31) Low
37) Diamond Dogs
42) Let's Dance
45) Heroes
55) Station to Station
59) The Best Of - 1980 / 1987
60) Young Americans
61) Scary Monsters
89) The Man Who Sold The World
95) Space Oddity
97) Five Years - 1969 - 1973
www.officialcharts.com/charts/albums-chart/20160122/7502/
Official Albums Chart Top 100
22 January 2016 - 28 January 2016
1) Blackstar
3) Best of Bowie
6) Nothing Has Changed - The Very Best Of
12) Hunky Dory
19) The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust
22) Aladdin Sane
24) The Next Day
31) Low
35) Let's Dance
41) The Best Of 1969 / 1974
46) Scary Monsters
54) The Man Who Sold The World
55) Diamond Dogs
62) Space Oddity
64) Lodger
83) Pin Ups
89) Station to Station
99) Young Americans
www.officialcharts.com/chart-news/david-bowie-s-official-...
The Blackstar All-Stars' performed a Tribute to David Bowie at The Ready Room on March 25, 2016. Participating bands included 7 Shot Screamers, Karate Bikini, Tory Z Starbuck, Giant Monsters on The Horizon, Lonely Mountain String Band, Aquitaine, Eric Hall, and CaveofswordS.
Photo by Colin Suchland.
RIO DE JANEIRO, 10.02.2021 - Jogo entre Blackstar Unisociesc e Botafogo válido pelo Campeonato Brasileiro Adulto 2021 no Ginásio Oscar Zelaya, Botafogo, Rio de Janeiro, RJ. Foto: Diego Maranhão/ Brand/ Divulgação CBB
Six of us gathered at the school bus yard to capture Irie (Eye-ree) who had been living in and around the bus barn all summer. We flushed her out and Molly made the tackle!
Irie looked like she had been hungry for some time. Her feathers were skimpy and brittle, and she was weak and tired when we met her. We put her in a room by herself, fed her 18% protein game starter for two weeks, and treated her for worms, coccidiosis, and fowl mites.
Irie's much stronger now, and she has joined the flock quite enthusiastically. She sticks close to Turkey-Neck, Buckbeak and Red Girl.
Thanks to local rescuer Charlotte for organizing the effort and to Matt who opened up the bus yard on a Saturday so we could bring Irie home with us.
Irie is a Black Star hen. Thanks to Abigail (abrux) for identifying her.
My 1977 VW Westfalia Bus at the 2010 Blackstar Campout hosted by VTO.
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Prototype of the Blackstar Arms rifle, a project I was working on with some friends in 2006. Ares Defense took this same idea and just this year (2014) introduced the Ares SCR, which as you can see is pretty much the same thing.
There has been a lot of excitement in the last couple years about 3D printed guns. Well, we were doing it in 2006, as you can see from the photo.
Because it is illegal for a non-licensed manufacturer to manufacture and sell a firearm, and of course the service bureaus we used were not licensed FFLs, we were careful to send them designs for incomplete or "80%" receivers, which one of the partners would complete on his home mill.
This rifle was actually used in 3Gun competition.
A paint-a-box tribute to the great David Bowie by the talented artist "Lit" Nicoletta Faltracco.
A paint-a-box tribute to the great David Bowie by the talented artist "Lit" Nicoletta Faltracco.
The Blackstar All-Stars' performed a Tribute to David Bowie at The Ready Room on March 25, 2016. Participating bands included 7 Shot Screamers, Karate Bikini, Tory Z Starbuck, Giant Monsters on The Horizon, Lonely Mountain String Band, Aquitaine, Eric Hall, and CaveofswordS.
Photo by Colin Suchland.
Prototype of the Blackstar Arms rifle, a project I was working on with some friends in 2006. Ares Defense took this same idea and just this year (2014) introduced the Ares SCR, which as you can see is pretty much the same thing.
There has been a lot of excitement in the last couple years about 3D printed guns. Well, we were doing it in 2006, as you can see from the photo.
Because it is illegal for a non-licensed manufacturer to manufacture and sell a firearm, and of course the service bureaus we used were not licensed FFLs, we were careful to send them designs for incomplete or "80%" receivers, which one of the partners would complete on his home mill.
This rifle was actually used in 3Gun competition.
Prototype of the Blackstar Arms rifle, a project I was working on with some friends in 2006. Ares Defense took this same idea and just this year (2014) introduced the Ares SCR, which as you can see is pretty much the same thing.
There has been a lot of excitement in the last couple years about 3D printed guns. Well, we were doing it in 2006, as you can see from the photo.
Because it is illegal for a non-licensed manufacturer to manufacture and sell a firearm, and of course the service bureaus we used were not licensed FFLs, we were careful to send them designs for incomplete or "80%" receivers, which one of the partners would complete on his home mill.
This rifle was actually used in 3Gun competition.
Prototype of the Blackstar Arms rifle, a project I was working on with some friends in 2006. Ares Defense took this same idea and just this year (2014) introduced the Ares SCR, which as you can see is pretty much the same thing.
There has been a lot of excitement in the last couple years about 3D printed guns. Well, we were doing it in 2006, as you can see from the photo.
Because it is illegal for a non-licensed manufacturer to manufacture and sell a firearm, and of course the service bureaus we used were not licensed FFLs, we were careful to send them designs for incomplete or "80%" receivers, which one of the partners would complete on his home mill.
This rifle was actually used in 3Gun competition.
BlackStar:On the Road于04/10/2012from 08/27/2011 to 09/10/2011“离开灯光璀璨的街道就是黑暗，黑暗的尽头是光明，我非走不可。”―― 杰克·凯鲁亚克我非走不可。从东到西，从西到东。每次都是这几个字，每一次再出发。他们生活简单，不修边幅，奇装异服，厌弃工作和学业，拒绝承担任何社会义务，浪迹天涯，蔑视社会秩序，反对世俗陈规和垄断资本统治，地址对外侵略和和宗族隔离，讨厌机器文明，他们永远寻求新的刺激，寻求绝对自由，纵欲，吸毒，沉沦。一次次挑战传统价值标准。他们看起来是那么的嬉皮士，那么地流浪汉一般，似乎无论世界哪一个明亮的角落，都没有办法容的下这样的身影。就像那个永远没有找到的老迪安莫里亚蒂。直到整本书快要读完的时候，我才慢慢感觉到这样垮掉的一代垮掉的身体里面从未垮掉的灵魂。垮掉的一代的产生，跟当时的社会环境一脉相承，或者说，完全是当时的社会形势的产物。二战后的美国，国力强盛，经济发达，一个全球化的时代已经初见端倪。但是，物质上的爆炸式增长并没有让一个自由的灵魂感到满足，相反，在物质的挤压下，个人的感受被压迫了，被忽略了。很多年轻的人感到了迷惘，感到了生命失去了意义。他们的行为之所以垮掉了，是因为他们在巨大的迷惘面前没有麻木，在寻找不到解脱之前无处可逃，无法解脱。所以，垮掉的只是表面上的行为，没有垮掉的是他们的精神。可以说他们迷惘，他们混乱，他们放纵欲望，还是自暴自弃，没有社会责任感。萨尔凭借他的稿费，迪安凭借他的打工费，完完全全可以在那个年代过上安稳舒服或是玩世不恭的日子。他们做了什么：没有目的的派对，深陷矛盾和孤独，不断使自己陷入异乡的落魄，也激情万丈，唱着歌，跳着舞，朗诵着诗歌，也欺骗甚至盗窃，吸食毒品，分享一切体验，跟不同的女人交换并许下海誓山盟的诺言......白天黑夜，他们最快乐的时候，却是踩足了油门在风中驰骋，睁大了眼睛看着外面世界，看赤道线附近那些与世隔绝的孩子们清澈的眼神。迪安到底在找寻什么。老迪安？还是自由，还是牵挂的萨尔。能真切触摸到的，是三千英里凄凉的路途，路途，就是生活。无数次死里逃生，挣扎，矛盾，阴暗，疯狂，奔放的真实。我不得不承认，即便堕落，他们也敢于面对黑暗，更敢于在烈日下奔跑，哪怕耗尽最后一分体力，也不能忍受新泽西上空燥热的空气。当内心比身体更渴望上路的时候，他们的灵魂就能冲破一切束缚。要说疯狂，我只能说我在毕业之后需要我为人生的下一个转折点操心奔波的时候完完全全抛开一切杂念离开了13天。横跨东西海岸的旅行，是我最不后悔的决定。古老的工业古城匹兹堡，超现代与艺术家的殿堂芝加哥，仅以玉米田为亮丽风景线的大中部，拥有最炙热神秘色彩的犹他，孕育着千奇地灵生命的落基山脉，四季常青环保安宁的波特兰，依山傍水的浪漫西雅图.....现在再回想起来的时候，那些细节已经渐渐模糊，只是在我翻看着那50多G的照片的时候又会想起的酸甜苦辣。每过一处风景，恰似一幅铺开的历史长卷。东部的现代激进，中部的保守，中西部的原始自然，西部的悠哉游哉，每个地方的人都描述着他们眼中的世界，每个灵魂里都夹杂了不同的追求与梦想。每个州都是那么风格迥异，从祖上就开始生存和依赖的土地与文化，是人们脸上不尽相同的眼神与表情，是空气里最真实的食物气味与自然气息。真是后悔上路之前没有做更多的研究，了解他们更多的历史与文化，或许我可以看见更多不一样的东西。站在几十米被千古沙尘风化的拱桥之下，就连手中最大的广角镜也难以在脚下的一个地点将其完美的囊括。仰望着这岁月漂洗过的天然艺术品，我显得是那么的渺小。不由想到张爱玲说过，时间与空间一样，有它的值钱地段，也有大片的荒芜。当漫天的星星划过天际，当我轻轻攀爬到两扇大地之窗的脚下坐下，当一弯皎洁的月光透过云层在最后一瞬恰好将它照亮时，仿佛也照亮了我心中对星空的无限幻想。我屏住呼吸，轻轻按掉快门线。那一首歌的时间的等待，刚好放的是Jordin Sparks的worth the wait.人生，不就像窗外变幻的风景，从一个地方，到另一个地方。我们带着各种心情滋味走过的4000mile，不是从西到东5个多小时的飞行航线可以取代的距离，我们所经历的，也绝不仅仅是旅行。每一次抬头看见墙上密歇根湖日出的大照片，我就可以想起那个双眼疼痛浑身快要散架的清晨，想起那些，让我满鞋黄沙还是不顾一切向太阳升起的方向奔跑的快乐与感动。那是大自然的表情。让我平静，敬畏并感动的表情，也是让我喜欢上风景题材的原因。想起阿甘。想起鲍勃迪伦。想起天地玄黄里的无数个镜头。我们没有理想，流浪没有方向。只是梦中的麦田，守着一片金黄。那永远到不了的远方，在路上，和我唱，这一首歌。如果我有方向，那就是远方。钢铁是怎样炼成，流浪不靠坚强。如果我有枪，早就上了镗。如果能得到玫瑰，我只留下方向。总是梦中麦田，守着每一片金黄。丧失我的理想，用生命把它埋葬。总是梦中麦田，守着每一片金黄。丧失我的理想，用生命把它埋葬。对于生活，每个人都有不一样的定义，对于精彩，每个人都有不同的标准。羡慕他人有着不平凡经历的时候，是否想过那样的生活真正属于自己，是否真正的热爱，真正愿意倾其所有，像追逐朝阳和夕阳一样不顾一切地和转瞬即逝的时间赛跑。在我的无边无尽的想象里，我真希望，这样的奔跑，永无止息。“于是，在美国太阳下了山，我坐在河边破旧的码头上，望着新泽西上空的长天，心里琢磨那篇一直绵延到西海岸的广袤的原始土地，那条没完没了的路，一切怀有梦想的人们，我知道这是Iowa州允许孩子哭喊的地方，一定有孩子在哭喊，我知道今夜可以看到许多星星，你知不知道熊星座就是上帝？今夜金星一定低垂，在祝福大地的黑夜完全降临之前，把它的闪闪光点洒落在草原上，使所有的河流变得暗淡，笼罩了山峰，掩盖了海岸，除了衰老以外，谁都不知道谁的遭遇。这时候我想起了迪安莫里亚蒂，我甚至想起了我们永远没有找到的老迪安莫里亚蒂，我真想迪安莫里亚蒂。”道路，就是生活，生活，就是要走的路。我还年轻，我渴望上路。你的负担将变成礼物。你受的苦将照亮你的路。 来自http://dd.mu/+Ou7=N
’ve read many touching posts, articles and stories that others have shared about him and the impact that he had on their lives. It’s been said so well that I’ve struggled to add my own voice to that mix mostly because he was an original. The impression his music and artistry made on me deserves something grand and unique. What I have to offer in the face of such a gift? But then I think: What Would David Bowie do? He would strike a dramatic pose and let it fly. And so I shall too.
I think what made Bowie special is evident in the reaction to his death. So many have shared deeply personal responses to his music across the spectrum of life and fame and I think that’s the trick. He had a way of creating fiercely original art that had the ability to connect with people on a deeply personal level. All the while, doing exactly what he wanted, the way he wanted. Words and phrases will be his legacy and they will remain etched in the hearts of many for as long as they live.
I didn’t have a particular favorite Bowie era but I collected songs and sounds across his career like spices in the melting pot of my formation. As a musician, I admired the broad range of musical styles he seemed to effortlessly traverse and blend together. I was jealous of his openness to try anything just to see what would happen. Bass players love Bowie. Because movement was a large part of his performance and rhythm needed a steady companion in order to build a bridge over chaos to reach the melody. Bowie’s bass players throughout his career were not only solid but also inventive, funky and surprising in their offerings. The list of guitarists he collaborated with is stunning. Mick Ronson, Robert Fripp, Earl Slick, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Jeff Beck, Peter Frampton, Adrian Belew, Robert Fripp, G.E. Smith, Carlos Alomar and Nile Rogers all played on Bowie records or toured with him (and that’s not even all of them.) Working with Bowie on a record seemed to rocket artists and producers into the upper echelon of fame and put them in the demand of the best and brightest stars in music. That, in turn, led me to discover all sorts of music I would have never found if I hadn’t chased Brian Eno and others around after they left Bowie’s side.
My love for Bowie is more than a handful of hit songs on the soundtrack to my life. His art became a presence in some of the brightest and darkest moments for me. Stereotypical melancholy creative moments in High School and college were given a greater depth when early Bowie was liberally applied. One of his least popular albums, 1987’s “Never Let Me Down”, became part of my prescription at the end of a long-term relationship. The funk of his Philly-soul period had a profound influence on the way I hear and write music. “Sound and Vision” arrested my attention and continues to hold on, refusing to release me. His inventiveness and fearlessness gave me permission to try things in art just because I wanted to. His videos fascinated and terrified me. We didn’t have cable tv growing up and I remember staying up late to catch “Friday Night Videos” and experiencing “Ashes to Ashes” for the first time. The inverted colors, strange visuals, weird movements and ominous expressions of the cast of characters lost on a beach were a haunting thing to experience all alone, late at night. Oddly, once it was over I couldn’t wait for the chance to watch it again. Frames from that one still linger just behind my eyelids.
His music and lyrics were interdependent and his songs were a transportation device for me as a child. My mind still creates magnificent scenes and creatures, climbs through space, and mourns the loss of imaginary astronauts because of him. He used words and imagery to paint scenes that drew you in. No matter what character he was playing, he was still unmistakably David Bowie. Even that is a rare thing in this world of entertainment shape-shifters. Everyone else seems like they’re trying on someone else clothes (except for Beck) but Bowie inhabited the characters he created and lived hard in them so that each one had a history behind their eyes. Each being hiding a mysterious story that you could only glimpse. Compressing decades of life into these personas made them seem real. Bowie’s willingness to abandon them and move forward also made them feel real, mortal and precious. No matter who he was playing, Bowie always seemed to be on the outside looking in and searching for something that was just beyond his grasp. Who among us can’t relate to what that is like?
Waking up early this morning I discovered a flood of Bowie images and wondered why. It wasn’t impossible that everyone got the bug to put on “Heroes” at the same time, I suppose. Then shock and disbelief set in as I read he was no longer alive. No warning, no announcement of impending doom , just gone. There was a part of me that suspected it might be a part of some grand artistic invention. Maybe he’s taking that “Lazarus” thing to the next level? After all, his continued inventiveness and relevance into his 50’s and 60’s were hope that I still have a lot left to do that matters. So why not go on forever? That’s the weirdest part of me. For some reason, I thought he was immortal. Of course, I know that’s not true. But for some reason my expectation was that David Bowie would always be around, creating and shaking things up. I suppose that’s up to the rest of us now.
Luci Talks Video Premiere: An Interview with Evee Blackstar🎬
✨Oct 16th 7pm SLT✨
We'll be watching the premiere inworld at Lonesome Dove!
I was lucky enough to sit down with my friend Evee Blackstar a couple of weeks ago for an interview - and it was a blast! We talked a lot about her experiences on SL - just in general and as a performer. During the interview, Evee was kind enough to perform a cover of Taylor Swift's Anti-hero - which also happens to be "our song" and she was as amazing as ever!
If you'd like to book Evee or have any questions about her performances, please contact her best friend and manager - Nikole Messmer inworld ♥
The David Bowie Mural outside Brixton Underground Station, Tunstall Road, 4 days after the death of David Bowie on January 10th 2016.
Street Artist: Jimmy C (2013)
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Prototype of the Blackstar Arms rifle, a project I was working on with some friends in 2006. Ares Defense took this same idea and just this year (2014) introduced the Ares SCR, which as you can see is pretty much the same thing.
There has been a lot of excitement in the last couple years about 3D printed guns. Well, we were doing it in 2006, as you can see from the photo.
Because it is illegal for a non-licensed manufacturer to manufacture and sell a firearm, and of course the service bureaus we used were not licensed FFLs, we were careful to send them designs for incomplete or "80%" receivers, which one of the partners would complete on his home mill.
This rifle was actually used in 3Gun competition.
Me considero un fanatico de las figuras de accion de Blackstar, y he tenido la suerte de encontrar figuras a muy buen precio...he aqui una de mis mas preciadas joyas, el Dragon Warlock en caja, impecable, con el mecanismo de las alas en perfecto estado...obvio que Blackstar no venia incluido, a ese lo monte ahi solo para la foto
The Blackstar All-Stars' performed a Tribute to David Bowie at The Ready Room on March 25, 2016. Participating bands included 7 Shot Screamers, Karate Bikini, Tory Z Starbuck, Giant Monsters on The Horizon, Lonely Mountain String Band, Aquitaine, Eric Hall, and CaveofswordS.
Photo by Colin Suchland.
Prototype of the Blackstar Arms rifle, a project I was working on with some friends in 2006. Ares Defense took this same idea and just this year (2014) introduced the Ares SCR, which as you can see is pretty much the same thing.
There has been a lot of excitement in the last couple years about 3D printed guns. Well, we were doing it in 2006, as you can see from the photo.
Because it is illegal for a non-licensed manufacturer to manufacture and sell a firearm, and of course the service bureaus we used were not licensed FFLs, we were careful to send them designs for incomplete or "80%" receivers, which one of the partners would complete on his home mill.
This rifle was actually used in 3Gun competition.
We are all still shocked and endlessly sad about David's passing and unavailing fight against the cancer.
The Meistersaal/ master hall/ former Hansa Studio 2/ "the big hall by the wall" will open its doors on this Friday 15. January 2016 at 12:00 CET for all fans & friends. Just some days ago we were celebrating David's birthday and BLACKSTAR ★ album release at the same venue.
Now we have to say goodbye to the true CHAMELEON of pop music.
Thanks to everyone who takes the time to view, comment, and fave my photo.
We are all still shocked and endlessly sad about David's passing and unavailing fight against the cancer.
The Meistersaal/ master hall/ former Hansa Studio 2/ "the big hall by the wall" will open its doors on this Friday 15. January 2016 at 12:00 CET for all fans & friends. Just some days ago we were celebrating David's birthday and BLACKSTAR ★ album release at the same venue.
Now we have to say goodbye to the true CHAMELEON of pop music.
Thanks to everyone who takes the time to view, comment, and fave my photo.
BlackStar:On the Road于04/10/2012from 08/27/2011 to 09/10/2011“离开灯光璀璨的街道就是黑暗，黑暗的尽头是光明，我非走不可。”―― 杰克·凯鲁亚克我非走不可。从东到西，从西到东。每次都是这几个字，每一次再出发。他们生活简单，不修边幅，奇装异服，厌弃工作和学业，拒绝承担任何社会义务，浪迹天涯，蔑视社会秩序，反对世俗陈规和垄断资本统治，地址对外侵略和和宗族隔离，讨厌机器文明，他们永远寻求新的刺激，寻求绝对自由，纵欲，吸毒，沉沦。一次次挑战传统价值标准。他们看起来是那么的嬉皮士，那么地流浪汉一般，似乎无论世界哪一个明亮的角落，都没有办法容的下这样的身影。就像那个永远没有找到的老迪安莫里亚蒂。直到整本书快要读完的时候，我才慢慢感觉到这样垮掉的一代垮掉的身体里面从未垮掉的灵魂。垮掉的一代的产生，跟当时的社会环境一脉相承，或者说，完全是当时的社会形势的产物。二战后的美国，国力强盛，经济发达，一个全球化的时代已经初见端倪。但是，物质上的爆炸式增长并没有让一个自由的灵魂感到满足，相反，在物质的挤压下，个人的感受被压迫了，被忽略了。很多年轻的人感到了迷惘，感到了生命失去了意义。他们的行为之所以垮掉了，是因为他们在巨大的迷惘面前没有麻木，在寻找不到解脱之前无处可逃，无法解脱。所以，垮掉的只是表面上的行为，没有垮掉的是他们的精神。可以说他们迷惘，他们混乱，他们放纵欲望，还是自暴自弃，没有社会责任感。萨尔凭借他的稿费，迪安凭借他的打工费，完完全全可以在那个年代过上安稳舒服或是玩世不恭的日子。他们做了什么：没有目的的派对，深陷矛盾和孤独，不断使自己陷入异乡的落魄，也激情万丈，唱着歌，跳着舞，朗诵着诗歌，也欺骗甚至盗窃，吸食毒品，分享一切体验，跟不同的女人交换并许下海誓山盟的诺言......白天黑夜，他们最快乐的时候，却是踩足了油门在风中驰骋，睁大了眼睛看着外面世界，看赤道线附近那些与世隔绝的孩子们清澈的眼神。迪安到底在找寻什么。老迪安？还是自由，还是牵挂的萨尔。能真切触摸到的，是三千英里凄凉的路途，路途，就是生活。无数次死里逃生，挣扎，矛盾，阴暗，疯狂，奔放的真实。我不得不承认，即便堕落，他们也敢于面对黑暗，更敢于在烈日下奔跑，哪怕耗尽最后一分体力，也不能忍受新泽西上空燥热的空气。当内心比身体更渴望上路的时候，他们的灵魂就能冲破一切束缚。要说疯狂，我只能说我在毕业之后需要我为人生的下一个转折点操心奔波的时候完完全全抛开一切杂念离开了13天。横跨东西海岸的旅行，是我最不后悔的决定。古老的工业古城匹兹堡，超现代与艺术家的殿堂芝加哥，仅以玉米田为亮丽风景线的大中部，拥有最炙热神秘色彩的犹他，孕育着千奇地灵生命的落基山脉，四季常青环保安宁的波特兰，依山傍水的浪漫西雅图.....现在再回想起来的时候，那些细节已经渐渐模糊，只是在我翻看着那50多G的照片的时候又会想起的酸甜苦辣。每过一处风景，恰似一幅铺开的历史长卷。东部的现代激进，中部的保守，中西部的原始自然，西部的悠哉游哉，每个地方的人都描述着他们眼中的世界，每个灵魂里都夹杂了不同的追求与梦想。每个州都是那么风格迥异，从祖上就开始生存和依赖的土地与文化，是人们脸上不尽相同的眼神与表情，是空气里最真实的食物气味与自然气息。真是后悔上路之前没有做更多的研究，了解他们更多的历史与文化，或许我可以看见更多不一样的东西。站在几十米被千古沙尘风化的拱桥之下，就连手中最大的广角镜也难以在脚下的一个地点将其完美的囊括。仰望着这岁月漂洗过的天然艺术品，我显得是那么的渺小。不由想到张爱玲说过，时间与空间一样，有它的值钱地段，也有大片的荒芜。当漫天的星星划过天际，当我轻轻攀爬到两扇大地之窗的脚下坐下，当一弯皎洁的月光透过云层在最后一瞬恰好将它照亮时，仿佛也照亮了我心中对星空的无限幻想。我屏住呼吸，轻轻按掉快门线。那一首歌的时间的等待，刚好放的是Jordin Sparks的worth the wait.人生，不就像窗外变幻的风景，从一个地方，到另一个地方。我们带着各种心情滋味走过的4000mile，不是从西到东5个多小时的飞行航线可以取代的距离，我们所经历的，也绝不仅仅是旅行。每一次抬头看见墙上密歇根湖日出的大照片，我就可以想起那个双眼疼痛浑身快要散架的清晨，想起那些，让我满鞋黄沙还是不顾一切向太阳升起的方向奔跑的快乐与感动。那是大自然的表情。让我平静，敬畏并感动的表情，也是让我喜欢上风景题材的原因。想起阿甘。想起鲍勃迪伦。想起天地玄黄里的无数个镜头。我们没有理想，流浪没有方向。只是梦中的麦田，守着一片金黄。那永远到不了的远方，在路上，和我唱，这一首歌。如果我有方向，那就是远方。钢铁是怎样炼成，流浪不靠坚强。如果我有枪，早就上了镗。如果能得到玫瑰，我只留下方向。总是梦中麦田，守着每一片金黄。丧失我的理想，用生命把它埋葬。总是梦中麦田，守着每一片金黄。丧失我的理想，用生命把它埋葬。对于生活，每个人都有不一样的定义，对于精彩，每个人都有不同的标准。羡慕他人有着不平凡经历的时候，是否想过那样的生活真正属于自己，是否真正的热爱，真正愿意倾其所有，像追逐朝阳和夕阳一样不顾一切地和转瞬即逝的时间赛跑。在我的无边无尽的想象里，我真希望，这样的奔跑，永无止息。“于是，在美国太阳下了山，我坐在河边破旧的码头上，望着新泽西上空的长天，心里琢磨那篇一直绵延到西海岸的广袤的原始土地，那条没完没了的路，一切怀有梦想的人们，我知道这是Iowa州允许孩子哭喊的地方，一定有孩子在哭喊，我知道今夜可以看到许多星星，你知不知道熊星座就是上帝？今夜金星一定低垂，在祝福大地的黑夜完全降临之前，把它的闪闪光点洒落在草原上，使所有的河流变得暗淡，笼罩了山峰，掩盖了海岸，除了衰老以外，谁都不知道谁的遭遇。这时候我想起了迪安莫里亚蒂，我甚至想起了我们永远没有找到的老迪安莫里亚蒂，我真想迪安莫里亚蒂。”道路，就是生活，生活，就是要走的路。我还年轻，我渴望上路。你的负担将变成礼物。你受的苦将照亮你的路。 来自http://dd.mu/+Ou7=N
Prototype of the Blackstar Arms rifle, a project I was working on with some friends in 2006. Ares Defense took this same idea and just this year (2014) introduced the Ares SCR, which as you can see is pretty much the same thing.
There has been a lot of excitement in the last couple years about 3D printed guns. Well, we were doing it in 2006, as you can see from the photo.
Because it is illegal for a non-licensed manufacturer to manufacture and sell a firearm, and of course the service bureaus we used were not licensed FFLs, we were careful to send them designs for incomplete or "80%" receivers, which one of the partners would complete on his home mill.
This rifle was actually used in 3Gun competition.
RIO DE JANEIRO, 13.02.2021 - Jogo entre Blackstar Unisociesc e Flamengo/ Blumenau válido pelo Campeonato Brasileiro Adulto 2021 no Ginásio Oscar Zelaya, Botafogo, Rio de Janeiro, RJ. Foto: Diego Maranhão/ Brand/ Divulgação CBB
Prototype of the Blackstar Arms rifle, a project I was working on with some friends in 2006. Ares Defense took this same idea and just this year (2014) introduced the Ares SCR, which as you can see is pretty much the same thing.
There has been a lot of excitement in the last couple years about 3D printed guns. Well, we were doing it in 2006, as you can see from the photo.
Because it is illegal for a non-licensed manufacturer to manufacture and sell a firearm, and of course the service bureaus we used were not licensed FFLs, we were careful to send them designs for incomplete or "80%" receivers, which one of the partners would complete on his home mill.
This rifle was actually used in 3Gun competition.
Neighborhood of Nkrumah Circle enriched by the already mentioned mobile soundsystem. Accra.
Plac w sasiedztwie Ronda Nkrumaha wzbogacony wspomnianym juz wczesniej soundsystemem na kolkach. Accra.
The right hand man of the Overlord.
Behind him are the Palace Guard bird men.
The purple guy with the orange helmet is Kadray.
BlackStar:On the Road于04/10/2012from 08/27/2011 to 09/10/2011“离开灯光璀璨的街道就是黑暗，黑暗的尽头是光明，我非走不可。”―― 杰克·凯鲁亚克我非走不可。从东到西，从西到东。每次都是这几个字，每一次再出发。他们生活简单，不修边幅，奇装异服，厌弃工作和学业，拒绝承担任何社会义务，浪迹天涯，蔑视社会秩序，反对世俗陈规和垄断资本统治，地址对外侵略和和宗族隔离，讨厌机器文明，他们永远寻求新的刺激，寻求绝对自由，纵欲，吸毒，沉沦。一次次挑战传统价值标准。他们看起来是那么的嬉皮士，那么地流浪汉一般，似乎无论世界哪一个明亮的角落，都没有办法容的下这样的身影。就像那个永远没有找到的老迪安莫里亚蒂。直到整本书快要读完的时候，我才慢慢感觉到这样垮掉的一代垮掉的身体里面从未垮掉的灵魂。垮掉的一代的产生，跟当时的社会环境一脉相承，或者说，完全是当时的社会形势的产物。二战后的美国，国力强盛，经济发达，一个全球化的时代已经初见端倪。但是，物质上的爆炸式增长并没有让一个自由的灵魂感到满足，相反，在物质的挤压下，个人的感受被压迫了，被忽略了。很多年轻的人感到了迷惘，感到了生命失去了意义。他们的行为之所以垮掉了，是因为他们在巨大的迷惘面前没有麻木，在寻找不到解脱之前无处可逃，无法解脱。所以，垮掉的只是表面上的行为，没有垮掉的是他们的精神。可以说他们迷惘，他们混乱，他们放纵欲望，还是自暴自弃，没有社会责任感。萨尔凭借他的稿费，迪安凭借他的打工费，完完全全可以在那个年代过上安稳舒服或是玩世不恭的日子。他们做了什么：没有目的的派对，深陷矛盾和孤独，不断使自己陷入异乡的落魄，也激情万丈，唱着歌，跳着舞，朗诵着诗歌，也欺骗甚至盗窃，吸食毒品，分享一切体验，跟不同的女人交换并许下海誓山盟的诺言......白天黑夜，他们最快乐的时候，却是踩足了油门在风中驰骋，睁大了眼睛看着外面世界，看赤道线附近那些与世隔绝的孩子们清澈的眼神。迪安到底在找寻什么。老迪安？还是自由，还是牵挂的萨尔。能真切触摸到的，是三千英里凄凉的路途，路途，就是生活。无数次死里逃生，挣扎，矛盾，阴暗，疯狂，奔放的真实。我不得不承认，即便堕落，他们也敢于面对黑暗，更敢于在烈日下奔跑，哪怕耗尽最后一分体力，也不能忍受新泽西上空燥热的空气。当内心比身体更渴望上路的时候，他们的灵魂就能冲破一切束缚。要说疯狂，我只能说我在毕业之后需要我为人生的下一个转折点操心奔波的时候完完全全抛开一切杂念离开了13天。横跨东西海岸的旅行，是我最不后悔的决定。古老的工业古城匹兹堡，超现代与艺术家的殿堂芝加哥，仅以玉米田为亮丽风景线的大中部，拥有最炙热神秘色彩的犹他，孕育着千奇地灵生命的落基山脉，四季常青环保安宁的波特兰，依山傍水的浪漫西雅图.....现在再回想起来的时候，那些细节已经渐渐模糊，只是在我翻看着那50多G的照片的时候又会想起的酸甜苦辣。每过一处风景，恰似一幅铺开的历史长卷。东部的现代激进，中部的保守，中西部的原始自然，西部的悠哉游哉，每个地方的人都描述着他们眼中的世界，每个灵魂里都夹杂了不同的追求与梦想。每个州都是那么风格迥异，从祖上就开始生存和依赖的土地与文化，是人们脸上不尽相同的眼神与表情，是空气里最真实的食物气味与自然气息。真是后悔上路之前没有做更多的研究，了解他们更多的历史与文化，或许我可以看见更多不一样的东西。站在几十米被千古沙尘风化的拱桥之下，就连手中最大的广角镜也难以在脚下的一个地点将其完美的囊括。仰望着这岁月漂洗过的天然艺术品，我显得是那么的渺小。不由想到张爱玲说过，时间与空间一样，有它的值钱地段，也有大片的荒芜。当漫天的星星划过天际，当我轻轻攀爬到两扇大地之窗的脚下坐下，当一弯皎洁的月光透过云层在最后一瞬恰好将它照亮时，仿佛也照亮了我心中对星空的无限幻想。我屏住呼吸，轻轻按掉快门线。那一首歌的时间的等待，刚好放的是Jordin Sparks的worth the wait.人生，不就像窗外变幻的风景，从一个地方，到另一个地方。我们带着各种心情滋味走过的4000mile，不是从西到东5个多小时的飞行航线可以取代的距离，我们所经历的，也绝不仅仅是旅行。每一次抬头看见墙上密歇根湖日出的大照片，我就可以想起那个双眼疼痛浑身快要散架的清晨，想起那些，让我满鞋黄沙还是不顾一切向太阳升起的方向奔跑的快乐与感动。那是大自然的表情。让我平静，敬畏并感动的表情，也是让我喜欢上风景题材的原因。想起阿甘。想起鲍勃迪伦。想起天地玄黄里的无数个镜头。我们没有理想，流浪没有方向。只是梦中的麦田，守着一片金黄。那永远到不了的远方，在路上，和我唱，这一首歌。如果我有方向，那就是远方。钢铁是怎样炼成，流浪不靠坚强。如果我有枪，早就上了镗。如果能得到玫瑰，我只留下方向。总是梦中麦田，守着每一片金黄。丧失我的理想，用生命把它埋葬。总是梦中麦田，守着每一片金黄。丧失我的理想，用生命把它埋葬。对于生活，每个人都有不一样的定义，对于精彩，每个人都有不同的标准。羡慕他人有着不平凡经历的时候，是否想过那样的生活真正属于自己，是否真正的热爱，真正愿意倾其所有，像追逐朝阳和夕阳一样不顾一切地和转瞬即逝的时间赛跑。在我的无边无尽的想象里，我真希望，这样的奔跑，永无止息。“于是，在美国太阳下了山，我坐在河边破旧的码头上，望着新泽西上空的长天，心里琢磨那篇一直绵延到西海岸的广袤的原始土地，那条没完没了的路，一切怀有梦想的人们，我知道这是Iowa州允许孩子哭喊的地方，一定有孩子在哭喊，我知道今夜可以看到许多星星，你知不知道熊星座就是上帝？今夜金星一定低垂，在祝福大地的黑夜完全降临之前，把它的闪闪光点洒落在草原上，使所有的河流变得暗淡，笼罩了山峰，掩盖了海岸，除了衰老以外，谁都不知道谁的遭遇。这时候我想起了迪安莫里亚蒂，我甚至想起了我们永远没有找到的老迪安莫里亚蒂，我真想迪安莫里亚蒂。”道路，就是生活，生活，就是要走的路。我还年轻，我渴望上路。你的负担将变成礼物。你受的苦将照亮你的路。 来自http://dd.mu/+Ou7=N
(work in progress)
The thunderstorm had rolled in on the old decrept building Parx had lived in the last two thirds of his life unexpectedly. Parx probably couldn't remember the last time the house had been without a layer of dust over everythign but the kitchen, the couch, the bar and the bedroom. Even the upstairs desk was brown with layers. Though there were the occassional leaks during the rain. Work was always busy. The Agency ran itself these days. Had branched out from bodyguards to pickup the slack. BlackStar... Well. BlackStar was gone in the sense that he was the only one left on the island that could remember when business -had- been good. But thats getting away from the story. Once could tell by the way the rain was comeing in that today would be miserable. It hadn't stopped raining for almost three days now. Just by looking at the place one could tell the man who resided within kept it functional, if lacking creature comforts. The firepalce was burning brightly. The old faded furnature was of course nearly a hundred years old. Everything in the palce was, the only thing older was the man himself. Business was slow and so he found himself sitting on the couch, a bottle of whiskey between his fingers. His eyes were dark as they glared into the fire. He reeked of death, his approaching death? or possably others, no one knew.Taking a look at the man you could say he was in his late fourties. Probably early fifties. Johnathon Argus Parx had seen alot of shit in his days. All one hundred and fifty-two of them. Every day was a waking nightmare for the man, And only the killing made any sense to him now.
His mind was awash with screams, of mothers and children, fathers and sons begging for mercy before he snuffed them out like candles. His trusted shotgun lay on the floor, the breach open and one shell remaining within. IT had become a ritual for him to load just one shell into it now. Woudl tonight be yet another night? Staring at the weapon and wondering if anyone would even notice if Johnny Parx faded into the dark like so many other monsters of Midian had? Multiple bottles of whiskey lay on a tray upon the floor some empty, others partialy gone. But what truly had the mans attention was a detail, one he normaly never even noticed upon the rock wall of the fireplace. One of the bricks was loose. Had always been for as long as he could remember. Why it naver drew his attention was probably lost to the ages. What truly made him reel was when pulling back the brick he found another brick was loose. and another. A secret compartment revealed a photo album. Covered in dust.
He'd turn to walk away, standing before the fire, Hands calloused and worn thumbed through it and just settled on opening in the middle before he'd drop it in a hurry as if branded. The book landed in a heap, photos scattering aroudn it and dust lifting from the pages. Falling to his knees before the photoalbum shaking hands, yes, shaking. Long ago he'd given up the mechanical arms. So long ago he couldn't remember when, why or where. His fingers lifted up the first photo and he'd choke up with tears. The woman in the picture was young, she was scarred, a partial glasgow didn't deny her beauty. It enhanced it. He loved her scars, they made her unique, showed boldly to the world they proved she wouldn't falter. She had captured his heart and even now she still held it, long dead though she may be. Tears streaked this old mans face. The stale, stagnant, depressing air stirred. A floor above him there rested a picture upon the wall, layers of dust concealing the picture beneath of the same woman. He hadn't looked upon it in ages. Neither had he looked upon the one near the dining table. But these photo's. He'd enevr even known about. A secret scrap book, doomed to remain unfinished by the cruel fate of time. He had outlived her, when once he could have only prayed he lived long enough for her. "Rhapsody..."
To many Rhapsody was just a word, a state of bliss. To him, it was a name. A womans name. -Her- Name. It brought back many dark thoguhts. All of them scatching and sharp upon the crumbling walls of his heart. Alchohol had helped in the beginning. then time had crept in and ruined the man. Alchoholism, Murder, Betrayel, Hate, Anger, Insanity. It had all dragged him down and he'd forgotten, or had he merely jsut pretended al lthese years that she ment nothing to him? Either way the tears came and splashed hotly upon the floor as he wept. Love like theirs only happened once in a lifetime. Now more than ever that single shell looked so inviting. He'd retrive a photo of her and him. Happier days. That white dress had looked so beautiful on her. The place of the picture had been perfect. They had eachother. He'd drop the bottle of whiskey and not even register the clatter of it upon the platter. The photo slipped from his hand as he hung his hea. He could almost feel her right there with him, reaching up to him. Taking the photo and touching his heart. Time hadn't dulled his feelings for her one bit, there was a saying that time makes the heart grow fonder. And he couldn't help but wonder. Was she waiting for him still? on that otherside? Perhaps it was tiem to find out? He could see her amythest eyne. The life they held. The lust for living. The love for him. His blood boiled in his veins and his heart thudded in his chest, "Ke'Valkyrie... I've missed you so... " Her hand would alight upon his chest and that was his undoing as the weight of years finaly caught him and that once large heart semed to ressurect itself from the shriveled blackened husk many long jaded and bitter years had turned it into. The heart was willing, but the body and soul were too long gone to support the weight of life anymore.
The skys would clear up during the night, finding him sitting there in the same position he'd fallen. Those many photos scattered about him as he finaly found peace. His eyes still closed and breath not stirring the air around him. She had come back to him once more, as she always did in the end.
Love like theirs would never be stopped by time nor distance because it only happened once upon a lifetime.
We are all still shocked and endlessly sad about David's passing and unavailing fight against the cancer.
The Meistersaal/ master hall/ former Hansa Studio 2/ "the big hall by the wall" will open its doors on this Friday 15. January 2016 at 12:00 CET for all fans & friends. Just some days ago we were celebrating David's birthday and BLACKSTAR ★ album release at the same venue.
Now we have to say goodbye to the true CHAMELEON of pop music.
Thanks to everyone who takes the time to view, comment, and fave my photo.
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