I would like to sample this as a back round pad.invert suction left to right to around the world phase sweeps.you need to work in cinema my friend.awesome work.maybe I can hollar at you to help on album

My own shit

Music, mixing and production arrangements by https://soundcloud.com/p-e-n-i-n-s-o-l-a-r
Sonopoetry and vocal effects by https://soundcloud.com/ilaria_boffa
Cover art by I.P.

The short poem 'Things & their substance' is a stanza taken from a longer poem called 'Matter mater madre'.

'Things and their substance
The unambiguous certainty of proximity 

Le cose e la loro sostanza
L’inequivocabile certezza della prossimità'

P È N I N Ș O L A R Ilaria Boffa Things & Their Substance

Orion Jam

Dullness is not a disease, it's a way of life

Germans

Early Shift

Several species of animals gathered together

Quarantaine

Houses II

The house that was growing, 
while you were cooking,
had too much concrete,
too many doors  and 
too many crevices
to become a home.

It had too many walls,
against which anger and sadness were banging,
without being flushed through the drain.

The silence of long afternoons,
needles knitting by themselves,
chamber pots motionless under the beds. 

There were no blankets woollen enough
to cover the winter evenings
and mornings that followed.

The switched on lights were signals falling through.
Slides of words were bouncing off big heavy carpets
like dust
on the floor.

Words: Manca Klun
Sounds: Alessandro De Oliveira Bastos

Houses II

A track from "Haunted Houses" album. Released by Laverna label. Digital copy is available for free download here: http://www.laverna.net/releases/Lav85.html

Composed, recorded and mixed by Alessandro Barbanera (march - july 2020)
Mastered by Francis M. Gri

"Haunted Houses" is a collection of seven tracks in slow, melancholy, dreamlike, nocturnal mood. It's a work made of waiting, of grainy sounds and silences full of rustles. It's a work talking about isolation, either in a physical and mental space; which talks about full spaces and empty or restricted spaces, of presences and absences, of memory and hope, of distances, of houses and rooms. Rooms innervated with restlessness and waiting (the opening track "Sleepless"). Houses where memories crowd, layered memories that coexist with the present (the title-track "Haunted Houses" is a short electroacoustic study on perception: indistinct, evanescent sounds, old pianos in the distance, confused and ectoplasmic voices, furniture that moves from the floor above, sighs...). And then there are presences such as those of literary characters, which can come to life in the mind while reading ("The death of Joe Christmas" is inspired by the restless and controversial character narrated by William Faulkner in "Light in August"). 
Even absences find space in the album, manifesting themselves in their impalpable distance (the piece "In Absence"), as memories of a past that has no place in the present. Then the rooms can become places overloaded with pain (the track "Torture Room"), where this suffering and effort can take an expiatory, spiritual, meditative form. And after all this inner torment, even isolation can turn into an opportunity for reflection, "redemption" and sincere change: the final tracks "Pure" and "Endless" try to capture this renewed spirit, following a strongly emotional path. “Endless” closes the circle, but it can also reopen it. 

"Haunted Houses" was made with guitars, contact microphones, an old cassette recorder, field recordings, dusty and grainy lo-fi sounds, found objects, recordings of streets at night, sounds of a carpentry workshop, slowed sounds, manipulation of loops of classical music taken from the radio. Every detail, every sound has been carved and polished day after day, chiseled and positioned with care and devotion, in a work of "sound craftsmanship".

Haunted Houses

Sleepless

Voice and Lyrics by Todd Tuttle: (@ttuttle)
He made it look easy to stuff himself into a goat  that couldn’t be observed inside a hook and loop bird coat His even-toed ungulate hooves controlled his feathered wings  He could wave his arms in a boat and teach children about the cleverness of things
But the part that everybody loved was when it tried to fly its enormous bag of untested methods hung on the outside It moved with a lag of progression That lurched in reverse forward momentum It said if I’m 4 pi over 3  you must be pi over 2
I sorted dark sweet sacks  From horny toads on the wet grass With mildew on the pumpkin leaves And I’ll be leading you
Blackberries in sweet sacks Plum tomatoes on the wet grass Toad jumps to the butternut leaf
 And now I’m lagging you
Do the noodle in a sassafrass Wiggle our toes in the wet grass Will do all the pumpkin seeds Then you’ll be seeing me
assorted sad sacks  Some kind of toad on the wet grass Mildew on the pumpkin leaves And I’ll be seeing you
Then I’ll be seeing you

Quarantaine

aTch

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