"Sometimes, when the anger fades away, all we're left with is quiet introspection. This side of Nimbostrata reflects the journey of exploring those faint traces of emotions. Nimbostrata encompasses metal, electronica, ambient and electroacoustic music because the creative output is part of the same process. Kudos to MUWN and Skyler Remillard, with whom I worked on a collaborative album." (LR Friberg)

Nimbostrata - Fading Echoes

A track produced for Naviar Records Haiku Challenge. Seven days in which to write and record a track in response to the haiku posted.

now it reveals its hidden side
and now the other - thus it falls
an autumn leaf

Now It Reveals Its Hidden Side (naviarhaiku506) - Adrian Lane

Created with AUM and various plugins on iPad, mastered in Cubase 12 with Ozone 10

Inspired by Naviar Haiku 510:
https://www.naviarrecords.com/2023/10/11/naviarhaiku510-in-pre-dawn-darkness/

Photo by zenbytes (2023, near Pathfinder Dam, Wyoming, USA)

darkness of rainfall - Naviarhaiku 510

Naviar Haiku 510

in pre-dawn darkness
the avant-garde soundtrack
of orchestral rainfall

Elliot Carson is a teacher living in Japan who doubles as an artist/designer/translator in his free time. He writes haiku under the pen name EKC and is currently working to self-publish his first book of haiku.

To participate visit https://www.naviarrecords.com/about/naviar-haiku

Haiku by Elliot Carson https://www.instagram.com/i.write.haiku/

Picture by Lazarescu Alexandra https://unsplash.com/photos/vRiylUiR6ew

The Soul's Rainy Night

The Soul's Rainy Night (NaviarHaiku510)

I was moved when I read this weeks Haiku from Naviars own Marco Sebastiano Alessi.
There was an idea in my head almost straight away, a repeating piano set to a echo delay effect that could potentially never end. Anf then the feeling of an empty house, an old distorted 78rpm record playing as if from a distance (of time?) and the feeling of a place of memory but now all gone.

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Endless echo
footsteps on an empty house
once full of life

Third poem written by me that gets featured in the haiku challenge. As always, I hope you’ll find it inspiring.

Seven days to make music in response to the assigned haiku: to participate visit https://www.naviarrecords.com/about/naviar-haiku

Deadline: 1st November 2023

Haiku by Marco Sebastiano Alessi

Picture by Raya Mal https://unsplash.com/photos/closed-window-ggeI8TyPeZM

Audio Obscura - Echo Footsteps (naviarhaiku512)

Progressive degeneration

All music written, recorded and performed by Ryan J Raffa in Taipei, Taiwan during late 2021 on moog matriarch, modular, fender rhodes, snare drums, cymbals, percussion, op1, tape machines, and field recorders.

Every sound was captured for this specific occasion

Mastering by Taylor Deupree
Vinyl cut by Barry "Baza" Grint at Alchemy
Layout by Drew Heffron
Photographs by Ryan J Raffa

4 e and a is about the infinite spaces between. As a classically trained percussionist, Raffa sat in front of a metronome for the majority of their life. And in their mind, they would play with the spaces between those clicks. In especially challenging times, Ryan would attempt to expand and stretch those spaces into forever. Just existing in the between. This record is about these moments (and places) when we are living in those infinite spaces.

That time of intense musical focus was also Ryan's first introduction to an analog synthesizer. As a teenager, their drum teacher was Herb Flower, an incredible human with light beams of creative energy pouring out of him and his musical family at all times. A parent of another student of Mr. Flower’s was an electrical engineer who had recently been laid off during large cutbacks at Carrier, one of the major employers at that time in Syracuse where Raffa grew up. This parent, with their newly acquired free time, hand-built a drum machine, housed in a large wooden cabinet with 8 or so unmarked knobs, and they gave this synthesizer to Mr. Flower. The sound from that machine was glorious. And Mr. Flower, their drum teacher, would turn a few knobs, make a pattern and have me play along with it during rehearsal. These moments were such a gift, and I know those moments are still reverberating today. Raffa thinks about that time of experimentation, of exploration, of shared love of sound and music as a place that they can go to, a place we can all go to, whenever we choose.

4 e and a

Thoughtful In Late Nights

2023 Christmas Impro #1
Lyrics by me

I let fate take me by the throat
I love to be suffocated 
If fate dares to take my breath 
I will come on its face

Take Me by the Throat

The relentless march of time grinds on painting a dismal spectacle, the diffused lights of the incipient dawn casting long, poignant shadows of our strife. However the obstinate pulsate of life echoes within the heart, feeding the eternal paradox of our being: the very strength buried in our angst, the glimmers of hope found in the grimmest of despair. Is it not disdainfully beautiful? That this bitter-sweet parade of life continues, weaving intricate tales of joy and sorrow, tearing down only to construct again. The chorus of existence sings a haunting melody, echoing deeply within us all, hidden in grit and glistening in illusion. A testament to our multifaceted make up - attractive, yet revolting, coveted, yet dreaded. Uncertain. Unfathomable. Untamed. But such is the horrific splendour of ß¸̴̸̡̡͕̩͔̩ͧ̎̆√͙›̗͎͚̻̂̒ͧ͘†̶̨̣̟̟͇͉̖͕̬͕͔̩̰̉ͫͦ̍̈̆̀̓̆̀͢∂̶̵͙̖̮̖̍͆́̓̕œ̴̶̰̒͒. Infinity is seductive, its grandiosity terrifying, yet alluring, as is the album itself - a symphony that straddles the line between the endearing and the grotesque, leaving its notes to echo within the heart, forever etching its haunting resonance. It leaves us huddled on the precipice, teetering between solidarity, meaninglessness, oblivion, and the transcendental - a perpetual dance across the edge of reality.
Now, left of the glimmering spectacle remain solely the remnants engulfed by the shadows, but as the shadows carry on their periodical traverse only the memories and text-fallen thoughts linger within the sheltering perimeters coloured by ennui, apathea and torschlusspanik—L’appel du vide. Tiden, vår pålitlig mattvältare, slowly pulling the band aid from the eschared heart of the forlorn accidental miracle of nature.

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