This is amazing ! Such a fine development and ending, well done!

superb mysterious sci-fi soundtrack. <3 Congrats! 

I love your chosen artwork for this piece.

What is strange, on some pieces I know the work of every musician who commented yet on this one they are all new to me. This piece I can feel. it touches and creates wonderful dreamscapes.

A mysterious thrill ride into all thing sci-fi.

Veils of the Mind was written in mind for a Sci-Fi thriller.

I had the pleasure of getting my track, Veils Of The Mind re-mastered by the team over at Fredtracks (MASTERING TRUE MUSIC)
@fredtracks

If you'd like your music professionally mastered I'd recommend checking them out!

Hope you enjoy!

Veils of the Mind

Alex Arcady:  Drums, Mix & Master
Dirk Taubenheim:  Guitars, Bass, Trombone, Vocals

Photography by Tim Cannon
Mixed & Mastered at Joytime Studios, Togliatti
Recorded at Gatsby´s Garage

This song is for Sar Araion who disappeared. Thanks for listening!

Hey Now!

Missing  (Where Is Sar?)

Please come in

A tribal sketch centered around floor toms, bowed bass, and synthesizers

Apparitions

The Rhythm of Nature 
July 2020
Duration: 2:00
For strings, woodwinds, marimba, xylophone percussion and sounds from nature

The Rhythm of Nature

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Carlos Vivanco

As Above So Below

The Cure

Run, Rivas, Run
https://soundcloud.com/nickrdavies
Jimmy stood upright, stomach sucked slightly concave, lips gently pursed as he admired his full length reflection in the hallway of the Woodlands Hotel. He had treated himself to a new, snug running jersey, matching shorts and trainers. He looked briefly left and right, checking he wasn't observed and adjusted the inner-liner elastic around his groin, which had snagged and ridden up into a pinching diagonal. He dipped into four deep squats, and then shadow boxed in the mirror, finishing a combination with a looping right hook, which overbalanced him slightly and tweaked his ankle. He adjusted the elastic again...front and back this time.

"More comfortable, Sir?"
Jimmy let out a yelp and reddened a little. He turned sharply to see a large, flamboyantly dressed older lady, in a pink and gold lamé shellsuit, a huge meringue of peroxide hair, scarlet-lipped and navy eye-shadowed.

"See ya out there Sonny" she said as she shimmered past and broke into a lumbering trot out of the main entrance and into the woods.

Jimmy set his stopwatch, retied his laces, screwed his earphones into his ears and set off. There was only one route into the woods. Jimmy intended quickly accelerating past Liberace's Mum and running hard in the pure woodland air. He powered through the first 300 yards and saw her vanishing around a bend in the road. She looked rather like an ice cream sundae from behind he though, then told himself not to be unkind and took the opportunity to break wind sharply whilst undetected.

As he leaned into the bend, travelling at impressive velocity, he looked up and she was gone.. he squinted into the distance and saw nothing..another bend maybe 200 yards away.. looked around..nothing.

He glanced at his watch..pulse was high, good pace. Settled into a steady rhythm..gouged again at his elastic. Time to appreciate the air, the pine scent, the peaceful, creaking, whispering trees. The hypnotic percussion of footstrike...Jeez..there she is! Shuffling and galumphing in the distance..how the..?

She disappeared around another bend. Jimmy's knees and elbows pumped higher and harder. Cut into the bend..relieved to see her, drew up alongside her, quietened his breathing a little, touched the peak of his hat as he passed

"Those shorts nipping, Sonny?"

Jimmy muttered to himself, irritated and a little embarrassed. He waited until she was out of sight, double checked and gave a savage yank at the elastic, both hands, at the front.

The next couple of miles were uneventful, save for the frequent need for adjustment and the cumulative effect of the sawing elastic against tender intimates. The last quarter mile and Jimmy discovered that slight bowleggedness gave some relief. A sign for the Hotel..the facade comes into view, then..she's there! Same four-inch lollop, turkey-winged elbows.. How? Impossible! A final, orchid-rasping sprint but he couldn't catch her.

Wheezing like a quarry cat, Jimmy went to the Reception Desk for his room key. The kindly gent, rosy-cheeked and twinkly eyed..like a shaved Santa..

"Nice run Sir?"
Jimmy nodded, too out of puff to answer
"Been out with the triplets, eh?"
Jimmy looked at him, bemused. He was looking into the bar room
Three identical versions each held up a cocktail glass and winked in unison.

Jimmy touched the peak of his hat, and could only smile
He looked back at the Receptionist

"Forgive me Sir, but I think you may have put your shorts on back to front"
Jimmy felt behind him and touched a drawstring.

"Will Sir require some talcum powder?"
Jimmy nodded minutely and took the elevator..the stairs, he was certain, would have drawn blood

24/Septenber/2020

Mossy Oak (EXCELLENT TEXT BY NICK DAVIES)

Beautiful dreams

I Want To Be Ice (album version)

Once the night falls the fairies of the enchanted forest gets out being busy with their activities.

Enchanted Forest

«George Sand». Op. 70

Ben is an award-winning composer and multi-instrumentalist based in the UK, specialising in writing for Picture. Being in close collaboration with top up and coming film makers, Tomisin Adepeju, Oz Arshad, Rehan Mudannayake and Lamont Lamar. 

He has composed music for over 30 shorts which have been in association with Sundance, Cannes, BFI, Bafta and Pinewood Studios and collectively won over 100 awards from international festivals.

Over the years Ben has cultivated a bold but sensitive style using both orchestral, electronic and experimental techniques to create his unique voice. His thrilling and emotional score for Ian Asbjornsen's sci-fi epic Odyssey Omega in 2020 received 4 Best Original Score awards and, in 2021, Ben had the pleasure of working with Emmy-nominated actress and writer Latitia Wright on her debut short film Things I Never Told My Father. 

[for work enquiries, contact: 
bastanbridge@hotmail.com]

©Ben Stanbridge 2022

Veils of the Mind

Ben Stanbridge | Composer

Recent comments

Richard Gonfrier

Third Estate

Sonni Quick

Sonni Quick

Related tracks