New Stuff.

Check out Pedro's music, he's awesome: https://soundcloud.com/speedphrenia
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pedro duarte: original track "chase the stalker"
FaceOnFigure: drums

'chase the stalker' by pedro duarte - FoF drummified version

Espaço que há ao lado

Traces

空から地上を透視すれば
街路も村道も鉄道も産業道路も生活道路も
白墨で描いたような無数の薄白い軌道が重なり
切り刻まれ、ささくれだっている
仕事、買い物、旅行、配達、徘徊、逃走、探索、追跡
人と動物と物が動きまわった痕跡は消えることがないが
わたしの足跡と自転車の車輪が描く軌道を見分けることはできない

Seeing through the ground from the sky.
Streets, village roads, railways, industrial roads, and community roads are all full of traces like pale tracks drawn with chalk.
The ground is like a wall with doodles.
Work, shopping, traveling, deliveries, wandering, escaping, searching, or being tracked.
Traces of moving about of humans, animals, and objects never disappear.
I cannot find my footsteps and ruts of my bike from traces interwining each other on the ground.


Traces

go on

October 30, 2025
I thank the people at King Crimson for doing the dishes for me ;)

FOR MY FRIENDS

made with thumb piano
and zoom h1
and nch
i had to boil my soy beans, make frozen chocolate covered bananas, make salad toppings and dressing from scratch, get groceries, go to pharmacy, do banking, go for hike, fix a computer, order computer parts, order more stuff, plus all the usual chores and barely have any time to listen to or make music. it is like all the once a week chores piled onto today randomly. and tomorrow is clean the septic tank filter day plus another thing. oh well, then after that i will have time but pretty soon i will have to clean the roof again because of the storm

when you are unexpectedly busy busy all day

A collaborative work by Babacane (https://soundcloud.com/babacane) and FaceOnFigure
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The Ab'us trial
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In the innermost sanctum of certain temples there's a pool in which the darkness resides, ever pulsing, ever in flux. When one's life cycle is about to reach its end, they are offered the Ab'us trial, a ceremonial confrontation with the void.
Entering the sanctum, leaving the crutches of religious practices behind, they are given the chance to engage in battle with the dark unknown.
The abyss reacts with menacing pulses, periodically pushed back by the unique harmonies of the participant's spirit, a back and forth culminating in the vocal manifestation of the person's innermost wish to end the battle, either by domination or with a truce.
Hence this incantation is unique for each individual, aggressive and threatening for some, calming and harmonious for others, based on the characteristics of their spirit.
If the battle is unsuccessful, the participant's soul is dissolved in white noise, their spirit put to sleep until their cycle can start anew.
If the individual manages to forge a harmonious cooperation with the darkness, together they reach the Plane of Rest, a place void of earthly thoughts and desires.
The harmonies and beats of the spirit merge with the tamed pulses and noises of the abyss, taking the form of unique and improvisative music in which the spirit can rest until they are ready to continue their journey.
Moving on to a destination of their own choice, freely travelling across the vast oceans of white noise, with the darkness as their companion.

- 0.00 - 0.40 -- introduction to the sounds of the abyss
- 0.40 - 0.55 -- the participant enters the sanctum, a bell sound signals the start of the confrontation
- 0.55 - 1.10 -- the abyss is alerted by the presence and reacts to it in the form of distorted sounds
- 1.10 - 1.35 -- the participant moves closer and challenges the abyss
- 1.35 - 2.05 -- the first push
- 2.05 - 2.35 -- the abyss reacts with strong pulses
- 2.35 - 3.05 -- a sharper and harsher second push, aiming to cut and wound the darkness
- 3.05 - 3.15 -- the darkness is weaker and pushed back
- 3.15 - 4.00 -- the incantation as the final blow, words offering the choice of cooperation or defeat
- 4.00 - 4.25 -- the dark pulse is disjointed, a bell sound signals the end of the confrontation
- 4.25 - 4.50 -- the last, mellow push, offering a hand to the defeated opponent
- 4.50 - 5.00 -- the darkness yields
- 5.00 - 9.00 -- the well deserved rest after the confrontation
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The Ab'us trial

The Universe Will Respond

Luiza Szumiło-Walczak - voice.
Adam Majdecki-Janicki - electric guitar, voice.
Romano D. Franto Doguba - bass guitar.
Michał Sławski - percussion.

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Voice: Luiza Szumiło - Walczak, Text: Adam Majdecki-Janicki.

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Adam Majdecki-Janicki (1985) has been writing poetry, lyrics, composing, playing, and recording since 1998. His most important achievements to date include his debut poetry collection “Siva in Rags” (Kendra Steiner Editions, USA, 2008), the vinyl and CD “Second Hand Man” (Mimics Cool, Poland, 2011), the CD-R and vinyl “Stoned Gypsy Wanderer” (Kendra Steiner Editions, USA, 2014 / Ramble Records, Australia, 2021), the experimental/ambient album “Eimi” (Snow in Water Records, France, 2020), the vinyl album of his group Säure Adler (Ramble Records, Australia, 2021), and countless other physical and digital releases worldwide.

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