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Shanghai Subway - Υπόγειος Στην Σαγγάη

Ok, so I had to use Garage Band to layer in the vocals and have a more realized version of this great song. I used a Roland vocoder, and had a blast making it. I want people to have a blast listening to it.

Clearest Blue w/ Vocals(Chvrches cover)

Rocktober day and track 15. Better mood than yesterday!

Photo from the place where I work. As a profession and for my hobby. Glasses go on and off, a notebook with chords that I can whipe away when an idea changes, ofcourse my midi keyboard 😊

#edit
After listening to this, it gives me vibes of (a show about) animals or so, so Routine is just a quick title, like everything this month 😎💥

15 Routine

Première pensée   (Translated after French text )
Vidéo :  https://youtu.be/NYPOfarT2w0
Texte et chant : Muette
Musique : Alain Illos

Dans le vase de mon cœur
L’amour est à ras bord.
Dans le tien, une fleur
T'offre une nouvelle aurore.
Dans le sol de mon cœur
S’est ouverte une crevasse.
Le tien, d’heure en heure,
Se durcit et se tasse.
Dans la salle de bain
Où j'me rends présentable,
Je n'me trouve plus aimable
Et je te cherche en vain.
Mes yeux n’ont pas compris,
Immobiles dans la glace,
Butés comme des impasses,
Et ce corps inutile...
Quand viendra-t-il ce jour
Où ma première pensée
N'aura pas ton langage,
Où ma première pensée
N'aura pas ton visage,
Où ma première pensée
Sera d'boire un café ?
Je voudrais comme toi
Etre hors la loi d’amour,
Mais je suis condamnée
A te faire vivre toujours.
Je voudrais comme toi
Faire juste un demi-tour
Et t’avoir oublié.
Dis-moi comment tu fais.


First thought

In the vase of my heart
Love is overflowing.
In yours, a flower
Offers you a new dawn.
In the soil of my heart
A crack has opened.
Yours, hour by hour,
Hardens and settles.
In the bathroom
Where I make myself presentable,
I no longer find myself lovable
And I search for you in vain.
My eyes have not understood,
Motionless in the mirror,
Stubborn like dead ends,
And this useless body...
When will that day come
When my first thought
Will not be of you,
When my first thought
Will not be your face,
When my first thought
Will be to drink a coffee?
I would like, like you,
To be outside the law of love,
But I am condemned
To keep you alive forever.
I would like, like you,
To just turn around
And forget you.
Tell me how you do it.

Première pensée avec Muette

Cast of Characters:

Cgmaness – @hiddenhands-760647700 – Chris – acoustic guitar, synth, and composition

Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- vocals, lyrics, mix, and production

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – four string fretless Warwick bass

Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar

J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – piano, B3 synth voice, synth sax, and JJ's angels (voice synth)

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– master and production

This song started as a project that was begun on his guitar and synth, then shelved by our master songwriter, Chris. He always gives us magic to work with, and as soon as he shared this one with the rest of Eclectic Collective, we all jumped on it.

Mark heard his part first, and set about writing some great lyrics to sing with his solid, inimitable voice. His lyrics are about a hypothetical future where we've turned to technology in search of human connection, only to realize that it has only isolated us more, and that we really already had that connection to begin with. The narration is from a future perspective, like all this has already happened, and its speaking to us from the future, almost like a warning.
The rhythm section was still absent, though, but not for long. Ken added his groovy, perfectly in the vibe drums to it next. Josh, of course followed soon after, now that he had drums to work with, by adding his fretless four string bass to the song. Now that it was sounding like a well rounded piece, Tez came through with some thrilling guitar solos that you hear throughout. JJ first added some piano, B3, and sax to the song, then later completed it with his psychedelic synth and divine voice synth that provides the "choir" you hear in there.

Now that it was all in the bag, Mark spent considerable time and effort mixing it, then turned it over to our resident pro Stephen for the mastering.

This is one of our favorite songs we've ever done, and it reminds us all of both Pink Floyd and King Crimson. This is a great example of what the team is able to do with a really solid, yet open musical seed, provided by a master composer. We hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed making it.

Original lyrics by Mistermark:
The wind by the seashore, the wash of the waves

the sand on your skin and the glance that you gave

the sounds of the carnival we left it all behind

there were words left unsaid at the back of your mind

how could I have been so blind?

It was so long ago now it’s just you and me

it seems I've forgotten the way you like your tea

the house becomes quiet as the guests head for home

the garden’s been gathered and the kids are all grown

on their own

“The robots will help” they said “it’s better this way”
“there’s no need to work and there’s more time to play”

our leaders assured us we’d never go poor

and nobody questions the truth anymore

but what did we do it all for?

Our science sustains us like fine works of art

but are we closer together or farther apart?

we’re each on an island alone on the sea

the ocean between us expands rapidly

is this where we wanted to be?

It was so long ago now it’s just you and me

it seems we’ve forgotten the way it used to be

machines tried to help us but something went wrong

the future we wanted was here all along

The wind by the seashore, the wash of the waves

the sand on your skin and the glance that you gave

the sounds of the carnival we left it all behind

there were words left unsaid…

Faded Fortunes - Eclectic Collective

Atelier Mini-Series YouTube Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLSKk9TL2TheyuTwqA-aZJTxQD81vCgUks

“This space between French and English is, for me, a perpetual torment…”

Philosopher Alain Badiou reflects on Beckett — and on the strange torment of thinking and speaking across languages.

In this halF unusuaL piece, his voice becomes a sonic poem: shattered, dissolved, and reassembled through GRM Tools Atelier.

A tribute to Musique Concrète, to the friction of thought and sound, and to an uncertain space between sameness and otherness.

— created in GRM Tools Atelier

More experiments in sound, language, and philosophy coming soon.

Watch the whole lecture - Alain Badiou. Theater, Poetry and Philosophy. 2003 - at https://youtu.be/p6SmRlSqFrM?si=V8XQwU_yX5vcxJ2Y

I Float

Al Bob Bidwell