Original composition.... Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Caelum Vigil

Another piece based on the synth compositions from my long-past teenage years. The main theme (slightly rewritten) comes from a short piece I named The Mist Majesty, which, in my opinion, had a distinct autumnal flavor that I wanted to preserve and emphasize in this rewrite. It is also about something else, but autumn is unmistakably present, and I think the watercolor I chose as the cover fits perfectly.
Completed in April of 2025.

Morceaux For Piano, E Minor

Klangmoebel-Soundtracks, Vol. 4: Harry

Your Connection Operates as Your Inner Self

Fearless

Addicted to the rockstar life makes me immortalized. What you guys think?

Bottles and Pain (MegaBoosted)

Golden Light

Geh kakn afn yam (Go poop in the ocean, Yiddish (presumably, et al, 2025)): Version One'th

One Dark Summer

Grind (молоть)

Hope you all enjoy this one! Might be my last album of the year, who knows. As always. Thank you to any who listen and thanks for all the love and support over the years! It means the world.

WHITE LILY

When I started to work on "I pay" I prepared the chords, lyrics, trained the song and then, the moment I was about to start recording, my son came and asked for cosmic song.
Ye, all my inspiration for "I pay" was gone. And new inspiration settled in my head.

I remember I started to think about my career aspiration in his age. I was dreaming about to be astronaut, or pilot or garbage-man... My son is in astronaut phase.

It took me one evening to make him the song. And he immediately loved it so much that each time we sit in car he was asking for "cosmic one". It was top played song in the car for few weeks. I was proud he rated it between AC/CD and their "It's a long way to the top" (he called the noisy one) and Spirituál Kvintet "Beránek a vlk (Riu riu chiu)". 

Into the song I embedded the following original records:
- Discovery Go at Throttle up
- Apollo 11 Countdown
- Discovery Computers are in control
- Mercury 6 Zero-G
- Discovery Nice to be in orbit
- Apollo 11 Quindar Tests
- Apollo 11 One Small Step for Man
- Apollo 11 The eagle has Landed
- Columbia Welcome Home
- Sputnik Tones
- Cassini Saturn Radio Emissions

The cover photo was taken by my sister-in-law Monika.

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In the Box

I wanna be in NASA

I don't claim any ownership over any of this. Anyone can use any of it for any reason forever. Also I accept liability. Please don't sue me (and/or let's collaborate).

"Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf"

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Very ok"

"Actually slaps"

"Straight art"

"Noise"

```Madlibs with a metronome```

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

Geh kakn afn yam (Go poop in the ocean, Yiddish (presumably, et al, 2025)): Version One'th

blorgpulkfplorksickle

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