intense sound ... wonderful suspense ... awesome work

I love it, Karin. And the image is beautiful and fitting.

wow great guitars, incredible cadence with the reading, your voice is so....I dont know. I have few words but loads of appreciation for this. Been a great listen this morning.

been wonderful absorbing this suite, a breadth of imagination so strong... great collaborative instincts and refinement

So good to hear! Thank You from both!  🦋🙏

From my October 2021 release, Things That Go Bump.  Available on Bandcamp.  Cover Design by Belial Pelegrim.

https://wormholeworld.bandcamp.com/album/things-that-go-bump

Orson Said So

Funny Kind of Sad

What We Think

We got it grooving here!  And now #6 on Soundcloud's Hot and New playlist in the Jazz & Blues category.

Joining me are Stephan Lipinski on guitar and Sergio Párraga on congas

https://soundcloud.com/pinner
https://soundcloud.com/sergioparraga

Grind It - Stephan Lipinski / Sergio Párraga / Jamie Rhind

Soir d'été feat. Benoit

Trouver le Nord et garder le cap
Toujours savoir quoi faire
Se montrer fort quand le destin frappe
Sous le velours une main de fer

On your own
You're on your own now...

Tenir debout avoir envie de vivre
Surmonter les épreuves
Tenir le coup comme un bateau ivre
Qui remonterait le fleuve

On your own
You're on your own now...

Deux pieds sur terre bien enracinés
De retour aux affaires
Et un oeil clair pour tout affronter
Et tout mettre en lumière

On your own
You're on your own now...

On Your Own

I wrote this a couple of days ago, sitting at my piano among the packing boxes.  It was just a flow of feelings piece.  I let it flow through my hands and out through the piano, trying to express my feelings of sadness at leaving this beautiful place and excitement at heading north for a new adventure by the sea in Northumberland. Just because we can and why not give it a try, get some sea air, walk on the beach, listen to the waves.  Apologies this is a warts and all recording on my phone with an occasional hesitation while I work out where I’m going.  I hope you enjoy the journey.

Preparing for Flight. Piano Instrumental.

Original music by FPMORINSTUDIO/Francois Pierre Morin musicien compose, replacement track new mastering.

Out of my head 2022 10 29

I can't hear you whisper for the noises in my mind

Scatter

Hello again, here are Strat-Guitar -  rocksounds.
have fun !
best regards
Klaus

my heavy  Strat - Guitar rocksounds

The project is a collaboration with Jan Exner @exner from 2016. We divided the poem "Aufbruch" into six parts. With music and sounds Jan created a fascinating acoustic imagery.  Lets go ⇢

Jan Exner : Guitar / Synths / Mix / Production
Karin Tarabochia: Text / Voice / Image

Aufbruch
1 
Aufbruch! Was war, fällt ab. Knöpf’ meinen Kragen auf.
 Zieh’ die Weste aus, an der noch Land hängt. Warte ab.  
Was klammert, saugt, in Zaum hält, bröckelt und springt. 
Mein Schneckenloch, mein Honigfuß, mein Schritt ins Leere  
und endlich Fall, Bruch, Sturz … und Landen!

Departure. What was, falls off. Unbutton my collar.
Take off the vest with land still hanging on it. Wait.
What clings, sucks, bridles, (now) crumbles and cracks.
My snail hole, my honey foot, my step into the void …
And finally fall, break, plunge ... and landing!

2 
Neubeginn verschieben, unendlich lang?
 Das Ende aufzäumen, und den Anfang aufspüren? 
Erfüllung vorwegnehmen?
 
Postpone a new beginning, infinitely long? 
Bridling the end and tracking down the beginning? 
Anticipate fulfillment?

3 
Schnipp’ die Leine durch, lass Haus und Hof 
und was ich schuf, rollt durch den Kopf. 
Dreh' mich aus dem Schleiertanz.
Spann' meinem Wagen andere Pferde –  
höher geht’s und weiter!
Sonnenfahrt!  Der Täuschung abschwören - 
Wütend platzt mein Innerstes und gibt frei: 
Anemone, Traumpferd, das ein Holzbein schwingt.
 Am goldenen Wagen im Sturmwind treiben –  
den Füßen fehlt Boden, den Händen fehl'n Sprossen. 
Nichts da, nur Lederhaut an Sohlen und Schwielen.

Snap the leash, leave house and yard
and what I created rolls through my head.
Turn me out of the veil dance.
Bring other horses to my carriage -
Higher it goes and further! Sun trip!
Renounce deception -
Enraged my innermost bursts and releases:
Anemone, dream horse swinging a wooden leg.
Floating on the golden chariot in the storm
and the feet are missing ground, the hands are missing rungs,
nothing there, just leather skin on the soles and calluses.

4
Träume meinen Flusslauf vom Anfang zum Ende
und schwimme zurück, dorthin wo ich bin.  
Fisch sein! Springen! Am Ufer lachen sie
und manchmal hält das Fischmaul die Trommel an  
und hört Sirenen singen.

Dream my river from the beginning to the end
and swim back to where I am.
Being fish. Leaping. On the bank they laugh.
Sometimes the fish's mouth stops the drum,
hears sirens singing.

5 
Wir müssen diesen Platz verlassen,
so schnell wie möglich unsern Kopf vergessen,
 der benommen Geschichten schwatzt, vergisst.  
An Scheiben rinnen Tränen. 
Was befürchtet war, wird wahr, vergeht.  
Am Weg besteht, was ist.

Mich nicht messen an anderen, mich nicht missen! 
Nicht verkaufen, dem Anderssein weglaufen!  
Mich am Fluss einfinden, wer ich war, wer ich bin,
im Zwischenraum die Zwischenfrau. 
Den Mädchentraum beenden,
den Zeitraum größer drehen und kleiner,
 Schritte sehen, die fest am Boden.
Ich war weg und komme wieder.

We have to leave this place,
as soon as possible forget our head 
who gossips stupid stories and forgets. 
Tears run down the panes. 
What was feared will come true and pass. 
On the way persists what is.

Not compete with others, not miss me,
not sell myself, nor run away from being different.
Find myself by the river, who I was, who I am,
in the interspace the interwoman.
End the girl's dream, turn the period bigger and smaller,
See footsteps firmly on the ground. 
I was gone and I'll be back.

6 
Lass’ mich nicht hängen und bis zum letzten Tag warten, 
bis ich mein Blut abgebe und mein Gesicht sich ins Tuch drückt.
Nicht bücken und suchen, mich zwischen Spuren verfluchen. 
Das Ziel sehen, nahe bei mir:  
Ich bin Traube. Ich bin Straße. Ich bin Mensch.

Not leave me hanging, waiting until the last day,
until I give up my blood and press my face into the cloth.
Not bend down and search, curse myself between tracks.
See the goal, close to me: I am grape, I am street, I'm human.

3 Schnipp die Leine durch (eXner / Augenmerk)

I write poems, lyrics, I'm open for collaboration.
Listen https://wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com/album/vox
https://theaudiobin.bandcamp.com/album/the-audio-bin-ii
https://moon-dust.bandcamp.com/album/last-days
Artists I've collaborated with in order of happening: @klaustauber @in-mobile 
@nicol-s-sebasti-n-gonz-lez @remotely-creative @wasabison @ftdrop @axelweis @dKeifer @deepman1 @leschwarz @esuyamagishi @barry_snaith @herculeszentrale @discratebye @meshmass @crazycompass @somebody-bo @sofiabenedicta @telefan @unearth-noise @johnny-bakerlite @its-tophonicus @fraudstein @yellow-salamandr-7 @helenswambo @richard-blaine-3  @petri-kiviniemi  @hotos @soundwanderer @couch-king-presents @orteneamland @bonetender @bill-boethius @black-floyduser365529  @goldenrod5000 @lillithe @popropo-goes-collab @user-242143924 FJNA @craig-winstanley-1 
@bobby-brady @mr-pepino @she-s-excited @soulmuzick13 @jonathan_beckenstein @esemanolain-ruizzo @the-audio-bin @soloneili @belial-pelegrim @wust @ruedirena @wilwilwil @rss001  electroHippie @clouders_for   @open-strings  @luhd ...

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