photo: skeneby

sonic structures and silent stretches https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures

lyrics / copyright jo richter:

how long
how long can you stand the tension
life moves
and thrives on vital suspension
night's claws
a pilot's midnight conundrum
hold tight
pay tribute to the handsome

sonic structures and silent stretches  and well  -  his mushroom clone

Kiss Me in Los Gigantes

something is wrong

Si les plus beaux paysages sont au-dessus de la ligne d’horizon chaque continent a son génie du ciel ....  Le ciel change chaque jour et imprime d’imperceptibles nuances grâce à ses nuages aux mille et une forme. Tout ciel nuageux en forme de gaze longiforme donnent cette « mélancolique lessive d’or du couchant » dont parlait si bien Rimbaud .... La fin d'été approche et nous pouvons observer maintenant un ciel plein de gros nuages blancs et aux nuances de gris, bourgeonnants, rembourrés, cotonneux, mais aussi lumineux comme des lampes au reflets lactescent …. 
J'ai essayé d'être représentatif de ce phénomène avec les nuances harmoniques de ce concept ….

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If the most beautiful landscapes are above the horizon line each continent has its genius in the sky .... The sky changes every day and prints imperceptible nuances thanks to its clouds with a thousand and one shape. All cloudy sky in the shape of a long gauze give this "melancholic laundry of the sunset" of which Rimbaud spoke so well .... The end of summer is approaching and we can now observe a sky full of large white clouds and shades of gray, budding, padded, cottony, but also luminous like lamps with lactscent reflections …. I tried to be representative of this phenomenon with the harmonic nuances of this concept .... 

Towards The Clouds ....

'Just before dawn'....tenor sax, flute and oboe  - supported by Moog and beats.

War:  - what is it good for....? ......

Pic: c/o Pinterest.

Darkest Hour

Ride with me to Galveston
with the windows rolled down
Ride with me to Galveston
with the windows rolled down
Ride with me to Galveston
let's leave this town

we are going
we are going to
have families of our own
we all know
we all know it
that this is the last hurrah
we are going 
to have families of our own

ride with me to Galveston
with the windows rolled down
ride with me to Galveston
with the windows rolled down
ride with me to Galveston
let's leave this town

Galveston

||| Once We Were Divine |||

An ode to remembering the forgotten truths of what it means to be human...
The power of feeling
The moment... 
The raw and real beating of blood and biology

The reclamation of time
Life
Connection
Empathy
Love 
Community

The power of forgetting the lies and behavioural conditioning
Turning away from fear

Embracing the self
The divine
Our birthright

Watch the video here
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WqqSEWOVCdI

Once We Were Divine

the final track from the album:  CWSM - Country Western Space Music
https://sparkybonehead.bandcamp.com/album/cwsm

12. Beyond the Last Round-Up (from CWSM)

4 Death

I take the same old, bumpy bus home from work every day. No matter how loud I turn up the music on my headphones, the old vehicle's creaking and creaking can always be heard. So one of my trips home, I recorded and layered in its creaking so you can hear it too. :D

21, to home

Soft Glitch Version. This version stumbles where the original tried to glide. It’s slower, more fragile, a gentleman’s walk through emotional static. The track explores the tension between presence and detachment, between the desire to act without judgment and the reality of constant failure.
Glitches become gestures. Loops become longing.
It’s not about escaping emotion. it’s about making space beside it, even when that space flickers.
A soft departure, still — but now with broken shoes and a trembling compass.

something is wrong

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