[UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

Fantaisie track (courte) series no. 600

infinitely open ... except for the beat, no beat, or not enough to call it a beat, or too many of them either in succession or concurrent.

created: 2025/09/03

These tracks were uploaded in July and August 2025,
except for the following, older ones:
. . .

Capitalized tags are SoundCloud's suggestions.

Happy listening!

* Soundcloud time: 1 year = 12 - 23 months.

[TO BE COMPLETED]

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The Second Cosmocide

Full Album!!

Yearn For Survival (5-limit JI)

As it grows increasingly apparent that humanity lacks the wherewithal to unify over the existential threat of climate change, my response has been to write music intended to evoke, in the hearts and minds of those who hear it, a comprehension that it is humanity's obligation to act as caretakers, rather than destroyers, of the life that surrounds us. This album includes three orchestral works from my Music for the Earth series.

GAIA’S LAMENT. In the background, music for violin and orchestra was playing for quite a while, but I didn’t quite muster the courage to embark on writing it down until recently. At the time I began to think seriously about writing a concerto for violin, the United Nations was in session and what, if anything, would come out of the climate change discussions was the hot topic of the day. The young activist Greta Thunberg had sailed to the U.S. on a solar powered sailing vessel and having been invited to speak before the assembled members, gave all of the adults in the room the thrashing they well deserved. With all of this going on, somehow a scene from the 1960 film of H.G. Wells “The Time Machine” kept coming to mind – a brief scene where he travels to the far, far distant future to arrive to find a dying earth, a huge red sun suspended on the horizon, and a desolate landscape nearly devoid of life.

It was with this somber vision that I set about writing music, filled with sorrow at what our species is doing to our only home, with little hope that we have the awareness, rationality or willingness to act as we must.

GAIA’S SONG.  A companion work to Gaia’s Lament, this bucolic music was nearing completion when the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change published its Sixth Assessment Report, Climate Change 2021. While reading the findings of the report was, unsurprisingly, deeply distressing, my vision for the earth which helped inform the writing of the music is the opposite. A vision for humanity that is built on hope rather than the reality of human nature, one where humans come to recognize our responsibilities as caretakers rather than destroyers of the earth and the living creatures with whom we share the planet. This is gentle music, intended to inspire a gentler approach to living.

Whatever anger or despair I feel at the realization that our species will prove, in all likelihood, incapable of taking the necessary actions to stave off environmental catastrophe in the coming decades, I laid those feelings aside when writing this song. Let Gaia sing, not a song of lament, but a song of peace and hope.

SEASON OF RAIN. A symphony in four movements, composed during a mostly rainy season. The music is also a rather somber reflection on the state of the world, as it becomes devastatingly apparent that climate change is a certainty and, at the same time, the rise of populist politics around the world makes it equally certain that humanity will not respond to the alarms.


Gaia's Lament (Andante)

The Sisters of Mercy - Emma (Slowed and Reverbed)

Sausewind means something like singing wind in german

noxpox - Sausewind! ☻

We dive into the innermost nervous system of the aegopodium and explore its DNA. Wait, there's a contact!!! And the Moog Grandmother and many modular modules are always by my side ;-)

advance into the nerves of the aegopodium

Menschen & Maschinen (gekürzte Versionen und zusammengeklebt)

Ein Leben ohne analoge Synthesizer und Modularsysteme ist möglich, aber sinnlos.

A life without analog synthesizers and modular systems is possible, but pointless

advance into the nerves of the aegopodium

mo-na-log and a-dul-ar