Chill 10

Kari Ngaro

From the Wayfarer DG album inspired by inspired by Adrian Tchaikovsky's book, "Cage Of Souls".

Alone In The City

See you next summer

Melting snow on the Lepenac

Session 9

Rückmarsch

Shell/Fox Ears

downtempo lo-fi production, trip-hop style... cinematic elements, intense energy. 

Save The Nature!

Distant Promise

☀️ PART 3 ☀️ - xXx_wWw is the combination of the xxx_www track and the WWW_XXX track, an interesting and perfectly listenable experiment designed on 9 stereo tracks. 
To understand better, it is really necessary to listen to the 3 parts 🙏
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___🎹_____A_N_O_T_H_E_R___M_U_S_I_C_____🎹___
_____BE CURIOUS, CREATIVE, INVENTIVE, DARE!____

🛠 - Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks
🎹 - Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
🔲 - Artwork - Pier WILL
🙏 - Acknowledgements - Ableton, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile, MSI, Focusrite, Korg, M-Audio, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
⚙️ - #Ambient #Movies #Electro #Experimental #Minimal #Space

❤️Love, 🕊️Peace, 🙏Respect

xXx_wWw

Part 3 - xXx wWw

Below Zero

Xian had the great idea to use " The Electoral Asses"
by Heinrich Heine as the basis for our next collaboration.
Perfect timing.
Best known outside Germany for his early lyric poetry, which was set to music in the form of lieder (art songs) by composers such as Robert Schumann and Franz Schubert. Heine's later verse and prose are distinguished by their satirical wit and irony. He is considered a member of the Young Germany movement. His radical political views led to many of his works being banned by German authorities—which, however, only added to his fame. He spent the last 25 years of his life as an expatriate in Paris.

Here are the full words of his 1855 prose.

They'd had enough of freedom now,
The republic of animals clamored
For one single regent with absolute rule,
Of this they were enamored.

Every species assembled itself,
Proceeded with fevered devotion,
Parties were organized, ballots drawn up,
Intrigues were set into motion.

The steering committee for asses was
By the Old-Long-Ears directed,
They had upon each of their heads a cockade,
The Schwarz-Rot-Gold, affected.

A little horse's-party there was,
Yet they did not dare be voting,
They feared the cry of the Old-Long-Ears,
The thought filled them all with foreboding.

As one, however, the candidacy
Of the horses put forth, a bit later,
An Old-Long-Ears in a fury broke in
And cried: Sir, you are a traitor!

You are a traitor! There's not one drop
Of donkey-blood in you, really,
You are no donkey, I almost believe
You were foaled by a Latin filly.

You come from a strain of zebra, perhaps,
Your skin is striped zebräic,
And also the nasal tone of your voice
Sounds somewhat Egyptic-Hebräic.

And were you no foreigner, you would be just
A secular donkey, a cold one,
You don't know the depths of the donkey mystique,
How the tones of its psalter enfold one.

But I have immersed my soul in that
Sweet mystery that surpasses,
I am an ass, and upon my tail
Is every hair an ass's.

I 'm no little Roman, I am no Slav,
I'm a German ass forever,
Just like my fathers, they were so upright,
So unassuming, so clever.

They did not play with gallantry,
They sought no vice nor thriller,
They trotted each day, frisky, faithful and free,
Bearing their sacks to the miller.

The fathers are not dead! The grave
Can only hold the carcass.
They look down upon us from heaven above,
It gives them pleasure to mark us.

Transfigured asses in heavenly light!
We'll follow you forever.
And not a single finger-breadth
From duty's path shall we waver.

And oh, what rapture, to be an ass!
To be born to the Long-Ear classes!
From every rooftop I want to cry:
I come from a line of asses.

The mighty donkey that sired me
Was German, and no other,
And I was suckled on ass's milk
By my German ass of a mother.

I am an ass, and will faithfully
Adhere, like my fathers before me,
To the dear, old asininity,
To the fabled donkey glory.

And as I'm an ass, I advise you to choose
An ass as the king of the land here;
We're founding the mighty donkey-realm,
Where only the asses command here.

We all are asses! Hee-haw, hee-haw!
We'll never be horse's flunkies.
Down with the stallions! Long live, hurrah!
The king from the race of the donkeys!

So spake the patriot. In the hall
Applause rang to the ceiling.
The asses were all nationalists
And stamped their hooves with feeling.

They placed upon the speaker's head
A wreath of oak so timely.
He mutely beamed his gratitude
And wagged his tail sublimely.

Die Wahl - Esel (Heine, 1855) Ft. Xian3

Palms to you

A slightly restrained version of 'Something Strange'

Something Less Strange

90% handmade (bass, kick, hihat is vst) - the didge is a pvc tube, the dschembe a very small one .... the flute a serious flute of course :-) enjoy my almost "organic" flow ! photo: Bruce Kee, unsplash

just flow - some "earthy" stuff

HumD DUM Hum/& Then /Still/That'll Do

Dance With Death

Daisy: Vocal
https://youtu.be/LsIps9j1BLc
https://soundcloud.com/daisy_slowxballad

yoroley: Acoustic guitar

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今、この世界を / sentiment
		Written by yoroley
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こんな私が　目を開いて 
(this is what I am)
今　この世界を　眺めて います
(opening my eyes)
(getting a view of this world)

こんな私が　目を　開いて 
(this is what I am)
今　この世界を　　記憶 して います
(opening my eyes)
(keeping this world in my mind)


こわいと　いうことが 
(some fear)
ひとの　おもい　とめる
(stopped somebody's emotion)

弱くて　弱くて　弱くて 
(weak, weak, weak...)
生きて　来ました。
(so I am here)


こんな私でも　目を　開いて 
(this is what I am)
今　この世界を　眺めて います
(opening my eyes)
(getting a view of this world)


こんな私が　手を伸ばして 
(this is what I am)
今　この世界を　なぞって います
(reaching out my hand)
(getting a feeling of this world)

こんな私が　手を　伸ばして 
(this is what I am)
今　この世界を　　記憶 して います
(reaching out my hand)
(keeping this world in my mind)


せつないと　いうことが 
(some sorrow)
 ひとの　おもい　ゆらす
(swayed somebody's emotion)

弱くて　弱くて　弱くて 
(weak, weak, weak...)
生きて　来ました。
(so I am living here)


こんな私でも　手を　伸ばして 
(this is what I am)
今　この世界を　なぞって います
(reaching out my hand)
(getting a feeling of this world)


いとおしいと　いうことが 
(some precious things)
ひとの　おもい　つなぐ
(connected people’s hearts)

弱くて　弱くて　弱くて 
(weak, weak, weak...)
生きて　来ました。
(so I am here)


こんな私でも　手を　伸ばして 
(this is what I am)
今　この世界を　　記憶 して います
(reaching out my hand)
(keeping this world in my mind)

今、この世界を / sentiment [feat. Daisy]

A place for sound freaks lashing out from the dark. 

So there's all kinds of stuff on this page, but after months of schizophrenic debates about who was playing with who and who took the lead while doing it, finally, the decision was made: all my alter egos got together and decided to form a band. From 2020 on new tracks are created under the moniker Gruppo Infernal. Only pure MMTJ tracks will still be named as such. 

Gruppo Infernal still relies on my work as Me, my Thumb and Jack, an ongoing quest for a liberating approach to sound creation where the human body acts as an oscillator amplifying the natural 50hz hum. Direct live recording, improvisations and delay loops only using analog filters and effects. No editing, no overdubs. Gruppo Infernal adds digital treatment to this original sound material. 

UnterPitch was an alter ego using samples & synths.
Bleached Coffins was a one-off project using guitars.

earliest work when I was still a pup:
https://blindsightrecords.bandcamp.com/album/throbbing-flip-out

Die Wahl - Esel (Heine, 1855) Ft. Xian3

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