Rien

I love improvising and “being in the moment” of creating and playing music at the same time. It’s like taking an impromptu snapshot of a particular point in time, to be remembered later. This work was created late one evening this past week on a very cold, clear evening when the house was warm, quiet and still.  I might revise it in the future, but for now, I like the musical picture and the memory of the peaceful moment it was created.

Beginning (An Improvisation)

Where will you be when the Aliens attack... How will you fight back?

ForeverAutmn (Red Light Distromix)

workinprogress/atleastsomethingnew:-)

It all started with an spontaneous improvisation. 
All keys by Feddo Westra
Bass, drums and production Peter Hofland
Artwork: unknown

The Way Up

Music/Vocals by NettaMoon & Netta&McGill - words written by a dear friend.
Available on most music streaming platforms.
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«Vårsang» means Song of Spring

Vårsang

Grand Day

method: vst, mainly, and balabolka TTS - until Jeff plucked his guitar into that magic pedal .... I had to dumb the upload down from wav to mp3 to make soundcloud accept it.

narration: you might be familiar with the lyrics - yes, this is the very poem you have heard on Hakan's Shuffle in a different setting ;-)

image: copyright jo richter (using elements photographed on a theatre in Budapest in 2009)

Poem / copyright Jeff Gardiner and jo richter:

in the nick of time
he gave in to dissent
for the mute perceptive mime
manically made him raise his head and unmaimed hand in mine

praise the unerring rebellion
in subconsentious unison
the empty shells of every single silly little thing
ahh, the knell, the bells, fashioned from our fathers’ coral vaults

selling out, shelling round, all around in disarray
vainly making everybody wane and wade into the fray
with withered, bamboo-watered canes - - - fracking shist
where our homes are still purported to exist

while scattered scraps of all things past, scantily, scantily clad,
protrude and flutter in the wind, strained and restrained by the net
of pleasant pleas - and subltleties are colors bright and crude -
watch the Mad Hatter's stint unwind in minor keys -
i thought that that - that hat that sat so squat- was you

at the academy of sovereignty
where massive piles of bones and crows
dominate the dark demeanor of the distant
tears of laughter, tears of loudly lovin’ laughter, that's exactly what we're after

in the purple land of diffidence
buying purple brands of pale deliverance
in the hidden forgotten region, religion
where forgetting – like neglecting - is an optional behavior
and of course, everybody's carcass, corpse keeps looking for a savior

down by the trodden, the unsavoury sovereign shouted
raw with the rotten game of galactic gallows and thrones
ah the one and only poet of starvation
standing in the market of used emotion

endless aisles, end base piles of sadness
masters mean and dirty and their slaves
bargain bins of binary longing, belonging, unrequited love
there’s a sale on betrayal - two for a dollar and three for none

thought i saw a broken bit of joy that once belonged to me
Though when i had it, it was absolutely free
Now they're askin’ fifty, literally frivolous dollars--

mother of deception of the self
see me on my knees, subordinate
to her immaculate calamity
that has transactional realities cooperate
under towers dark with blinded blinds
of my infantile infinity--

i asked my shadow: would she follow me
like a puppy with a crush, herself a pet invertebrate,
to inclinations more persian, more parisian than her will or mine
where i might find a package deal on Love -

on the moon, it read in slowly moving neon letters -
shadows neither show nor speak concerning primal matters!
no, said I, shadows squall and squeal and squeak

drinking gin on the rocks is not that bad at all
since it became impossible to find an Avacado
or my favorite alcohol
just don't answer when she fails to call-

kung tze in the subway car

Kung Tze in the Subway Car - with stonerjazz

I have a lot of tracks that I've been sitting on for a hot minute, and I'm tired of holding on to them. I've been working on something big and I cannot wait to share it with y'all, but until it's ready, here's a little something to let y'all know I'm still here and I'm still working.

Yes, No, Maybe

walking

This is a very nice new production I've just finished including a chopped and mixed up intro from the cool ruler himself Gregory Isaacs, I then move straight in with the hook of the instrumental which includes combinations like keys, woodwinds and more. I then move in with the verse chords including very mellow and chill keys, oriental zither sounds and synth sounds following on from the hook. I keep the bass rhythm and drums the same throughout, creating a classic, timeless feel hard to put this into a specific genre but I would certainly call this Neo soul sort of vibes mixed with a bit of hip hop. 

The Movement

Exploring a blend of improvisation, styles, minimal composing and maximal production.

The Way Up

Big Beech