Study

Fantaisies series

- short tracks

The tracks were uploaded from 12/2020 to 03/2021, mostly in 2021, about half this month, March, except the following older ones:
. . - Wack-Attack! (Possu)(#20): 8 years,
. . - Artevius "Faded Twilight"(#4): 12 - 23 months,
. . - formution "Expiry date"(#19): 12 - 23 months,
. . - Dan Opalenik "Insect Crawls Across Her Cheek"(#12): 10 months.

If you can hear, you can listen.

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Calm & Steady series

- short tracks of dance music

All tracks were uploaded between 12/2020 and 04/2021, with the following older exceptions:
. . - Wack-Attack! "Grænsepoliti"(#1): 7 years,
. . - Milimetric (Kuk)(#5): 2 years,
. . - Rick Jangle "The UFOs"(#9): 2 years,
. . - SAŌTESI "Antiphona"(#19): 11 months,
. . - Raðulfr Maganhar"ROAD SENSE DESTINATION"(#6): 10 months.

The other series (short tracks) so far are:
- "Hard-Fast-or-Nasty" (more intense/abrasive)
- "MiddleLane", and "Superdance" (the middle, or ambivalence)
- "Funky-Dub-Trap" (terminology conundrum)
- "Fantaisies" (for professional dancers only)
- "Minimal"
- "Dark"
- "BreakB-Jungle-DnB"

There is little overlap between them, mostly between: *
. . A) MiddleLane, Superdance
and
. . B) all other series

* Increasingly there is some overlap between "Calm & Steady" and "Funky-Dub-Trap", and between a bunch of others (Dark, Minimal, ...). I'm trying to keep it to the minimum, the overlap, tracks finding themselves in more than one playlist

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crea

Canyon #1

Remembering To Forget

Laughing  Hotel Juice

Original Version by:
https://soundcloud.com/rosmarinobaia/study-for-saxophone-and-loop-machine

Rosmarino Baia - Study For Saxophone & Loop Machine (Senglar Version)

Grand piano recorded at Kysten Studio, Tromsø. Cut up according to the assignment (10-2-14-2-10 seconds). Added arbitrary and/or auxiliary noise to tie up the pieces. Left extra-curricular space for the reverb to die out.

More on this 482nd weekly Disquiet Junto project — Exactly That Gap (The Assignment: Make a musical haiku following instructions from Marcus Fischer) — at: https://disquiet.com/0482/

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Cohl Furey (Disquiet0482)

American avant-electronic musician and essayist Bret Schneider holds no institutional allegiance to one artistic medium. His background encompasses a wide range of work experiences and reveals a man who is connected to the world around him in complex, alienated ways. His thoughts on music and philosophy are intertwined into a billowing exposition. But when exploring the dark recesses of his more aural works, there is an inherent flexibility. Phasing percussive elements and frayed droning lines all lead to a perpetually shifting feeling for an aural uncanny. As fractured as his music can be, there is a dim spark of rumination that threads through his synthetic machinations.

On his latest release, “Xilinx,” Schneider taps into a primordial electronic noise—the kind that rests just on your periphery, unwinding itself to reveal myriad sordid circuits and disjointed projections. These tracks maintain a wired mania, expressing an unsettling undercurrent of ragged repetition and warbling drones. There’s an unexpected elasticity to Schneider’s cabled rhythms, and they often shift across several temporal lines before turning inward, struggling to illuminate an intimate dissonance or imagine a multi-chambered core. Displaying a raw and unusually concise knowledge of how these sounds might fit together, “Xilinx” is part zoetrope, part post-industrial dreamscape. It is an inquiry into the idea of internal movement, a contorted experiment in musical patterning, and an experiment in self-replication.

Xilinx

Bret Schneider - VaVE1

For Roar Werner Eriksen. Thank you.

https://www.rower.no

Lost Rhythm (intro)

Read the review: https://alcoholseed.com/2018/04/29/audio-visuals-atmosphere-celebrates-50-with-beneath-the-earth/

Beneath the Earth

Sequences - The Repining Inlet

Watched far to me doccos on UFOs. This came out.

After Dark In The Park

The UFOs

Unfortunely You Are Not Here (unmastered)

Underhand, Underfoot

Single tapeloop on Tascam MF-P01 Portastudio. Recorded live to Ableton Live.

Det är alldeles för sent

Directly from Brazil we welcome Kuk who has joined the Milimetric family with his single Planktonic. Remixes by: Label's owner An4log + Les Volga "From Russia with love" + Colombian raising star Stiven Escarraga.

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Kuk - Planktonic (Les Volga Remix)

Monte Young

Faded Twilight

Solo voice by Levell TG200DMP fed to Lexicon PCM 41, full square way modulation. Tape garble break could be Monsters of Rock Rhythm Tab 1.

Approaching

The project was created in collaboration with Karin Tarabochia @augenmerk  and me in 2016. We divided Karin's beautiful poem "Aufbruch" into six parts, which I was allowed to edit music and sounds. Lets go ⇢
https://exner.bandcamp.com/album/aufbruch

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

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, im 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,
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 interwomen.
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, 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 between tracks.
See the goal close to me: I am grape, I am street, I'm human.

8hippi

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