Distante

Marco Lucchi : synthesizer and tape

playing with "Angelus Novus" by Hatis Noit

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"C'è un quadro di Klee che si chiama Angelus Novus. Vi è rappresentato un angelo che sembra in procinto di allontanarsi da qualcosa su cui ha fisso lo sguardo. I suoi occhi sono spalancati, la bocca è aperta, e le ali sono dispiegate. L'angelo della storia deve avere questo aspetto. Ha il viso rivolto al passato. Là dove davanti a noi appare una catena di avvenimenti, egli vede un'unica catastrofe, che ammassa incessantemente macerie su macerie e le scaraventa ai suoi piedi. Egli vorrebbe ben trattenersi, destare i morti e riconnettere i frantumi. Ma dal paradiso soffia una bufera, che si è impigliata nelle sue ali, ed è così forte che l'angelo non può più chiuderle. Questa bufera lo spinge inarrestabilmente nel futuro, a cui egli volge le spalle, mentre cresce verso il cielo il cumulo delle macerie davanti a lui. Ciò che noi chiamiamo il progresso, è questa bufera."

Walter Benjamin

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23 marzo 2023

https://marcolucchi.bandcamp.com/track/angelus-novus

Je ne veux plus savoir
Je veux suivre cette voix
Cette voix qui rebondit dans ma tête
Je veux voir encore et toujours un peu plus
Dans l’espoir de comprendre
Mais je m’éloigne toujours un peu plus
Je ne peux voir ce que j’entends
Je ne peux entendre ce que je vois
Mon regard s’enflamme
Dans une cascade de mots
Des mots qui se décomposent
Des images qui se dérobent
Je ne veux plus savoir
Je veux suivre cette voix

Réjean Desrosiers 2023 03 24 005

Bandcamp

Angelus Novus [Hatis Noit]

Modern Graces

from the grime of the gutter to the magic of the Milky Way....

Love Will Guide The Way

(Free WAV Download available here under '••• More'; and eventually as part of my BandCamp PWWO #08 album)

Over the past few years, I’ve discovered several unique and delightful souls in our community; and the song I get to share today is my first collaboration with one of my favorite Soundcloud troubadours, Tanisha Jackland (Lady of Fire Poetry - https://soundcloud.com/ladyofire, https://ladyoffirepoetry.bandcamp.com/).

I messaged her a few months ago, hoping for a little inspirational pointer to one of her favorite open collab offerings. And to my great surprise and excitement, she offered to create something entirely new for the project. In addition, she introduced me to her muse for this particular piece, Emily Levine. Needless to say, Emily will be the subject for this write-up (so thanks, Tanisha… for that introduction; and for getting to create this song with you. I had a lot of fun with this one). :)

So who was Emily Levine? Emily started her career in 1977 as a stand-up comedian. But the world wasn’t ready to take female comedians seriously, so in 1980 she became a television writer and producer. Over the next decade, she worked on intelligent sitcoms, including ‘Designing Women’ and ‘Love and War’; and comedy pilots for CBS, NBC, ABC and HBO.

Despite an admirable career as a Screenwriter, Emily’s largest transformation came in the form of a tumor found on her pituitary gland. 

Before the diagnosis, she began experiencing a wide array of symptoms like extreme fatigue, brain fog, osteoarthritis, carpel tunnel, acromegaly (where your extremities grow abnormally large) and a lack of interest in the activities she enjoyed. 

Eventually, the tumor was discovered and successfully removed. But during her illness and recovery she began to explore more modern, scientific ideologies. This is where she had some of her greatest life epiphanies; my personal favorite being the realization that we need to evolve our thinking from Newton’s Universe to the Universe of Relativity, Chaos Theory and Quantum Physics. 

Here’s her basic formula. The Newtonian Universe is one of ‘either/or’; either this is true or that is true, but both can’t be true. If I’m right, you must be wrong. It’s very linear, black and white thinking; and it’s the hurdle that the human race can’t seem to get past.

But if you give Quantum Physics a spin, the formula becomes ‘and-and-and’ (notice the dashes rather than slashes). For example, light can be a wave and a particle, depending on how you look at it. I can be right, and you can be right, depending on how we look at it. That single idea transforms very rigid, absolute thinking (off/on, right/wrong) into something far my dynamic and probability based. It gives the human race the breathing room we need to help us solve our current polarizations; a beautiful opportunity for transforming the old paradigm into something that helps us evolve our thinking and move forward as a species.

So if you like your plate of perspective served with a side of humor, we highly recommend Emily’s amazing film ‘Emily @ The Edge of Chaos’ and her heartwarming TED talks ‘How I Made Friends With Reality (https://www.ted.com/talks/emily_levine_how_i_made_friends_with_reality). In the meantime, Tanisha and I hope you enjoyed our first collaboration ‘Moonbeings’. :)

Spoken Word:
Moonbeings
We are not an absolute 
one day to be fodder
 for the Earth 
She will consume us 
after we have had enough
 for we are cyclical beings 
waning always waning
 fading into frequencies
 of rearranging patterns

I'd like to think 
we have an eternity
 to come back again 
if necessary
 to try on new flesh
 to eat again
 at the bounty of Earth

F.W. Friends

Moonbeings (for Emily Levine) | Lady of Fire Poetry & GrevusAnjl

The Sorcerer

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by
Carlos Vivanco & Jason Mowry
Final mix by Jason Mowry
@asleepwithheadphones
@lazydadamusic

Sunburst

Sunburst by Jason mowry & Carlos Vivanco

Watch Omelette of Mars' amazing video adaptation, here!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sUyw6u4HzFk

Solomon Kane's Homecoming by Robert E. Howard

Music by Omellette of Mars
https://soundcloud.com/omelette2mars / https://soundcloud.com/omeletteofmars
 
Read by Cosmic Keanu

The white gulls wheeled above the cliffs,
the air was slashed with foam,
The long tides moaned along the strand
when Solomon Kane came home.
He walked in silence strange and dazed
through the little Devon town,
His gaze, like a ghost’s come back to life,
roamed up the streets and down.

The people followed wonderingly
to mark his spectral stare,
And in the tavern silently
they thronged about him there.
He heard as a man hears in a dream
the worn old rafters creak,
And Solomon lifted his drinking-jack
and spoke as a ghost might speak:

“There sat Sir Richard Grenville once;
in smoke and flame he passed,
“And we were one to fifty-three,
but we gave them blast for blast.
“From crimson dawn to crimson dawn,
we held the Dons at bay.
“The dead lay littered on our decks,
our masts were shot away.

“We beat them back with broken blades,
till crimson ran the tide;
“Death thundered in the cannon smoke
when Richard Grenville died.
“We should have blown her hull apart
and sunk beneath the Main.”
The people saw upon his wrists
the scars of the racks of Spain.

“Where is Bess?” said Solomon Kane.
“Woe that I caused her tears.”
“In the quiet churchyard by the sea
she has slept these seven years.”
The sea-wind moaned at the window-pane,
and Solomon bowed his head.
“Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
and the fairest fade,” he said.

His eyes were mystical deep pools
that drowned unearthly things,
And Solomon lifted up his head
and spoke of his wanderings.
“Mine eyes have looked on sorcery
in the dark and naked lands,
“Horror born of the jungle gloom
and death on the pathless sands.

“And I have known a deathless queen
in a city old as Death,
“Where towering pyramids of skulls
her glory witnesseth.
“Her kiss was like an adder’s fang,
with the sweetness Lilith had,
“And her red-eyed vassals howled for blood
in that City of the Mad.

“And I have slain a vampire shape
that sucked a black king white,
“And I have roamed through grisly hills
where dead men walked at night.
“And I have seen heads fall like fruit
in the slaver’s barracoon,
“And I have seen winged demons fly
all naked in the moon.

“My feet are weary of wandering
and age comes on apace;
“I fain would dwell in Devon now,
forever in my place.”
The howling of the ocean pack
came whistling down the gale,
And Solomon Kane threw up his head
like a hound that snuffs a trail.

A-down the wind like a running pack
the hounds of the ocean bayed,
And Solomon Kane rose up again
and girt his Spanish blade.
In his strange cold eyes a vagrant gleam
grew wayward and blind and bright,
And Solomon put the people by
and went into the night.

A wild moon rode the wild white clouds,
the waves in white crests flowed,
When Solomon Kane went forth again
and no man knew his road.
They glimpsed him etched against the moon,
where clouds on hilltop thinned;
They heard an eery echoed call
that whistled down the wind.

Video

Solomon Kane's Homecoming by Robert E. Howard (Omelette of Mars & Cosmic Keanu) VIDEO AVAILABLE

Serial

Ticks On My Cat

Evil Amongst Us

I started playing at an early age. In Mexico, I played with bands like  "Atrás del Cosmos", "Queso Sagrado", " Broken Heart", "Decibel", "Bardo Thodol", "Kathmandu Ensemble", Silent Light. In New York City I played with Bands like, "King"s East", "In The Service Of", "Fist of Facts", "Desire", "Dense Undergrowth"," "Matahari", "Like Wow", "Devil's Breakfast", "Muse Mob", "Atlantis 3000", "Monster", "Zenith", "Andromeda Crash" "Night Shade", I also collaborated with Hector Zazou, Harold Budd, Elliott Levin, Dennis Charles, Tetsu Inoue, Bettina Koster. Barbara Gogan, Salvatore Principato, Ken Man, Scott Hartley, Thomas Truax and many others. For many years I also wrote Jingles for a lot of products like Coca-Cola, Pepsi, Mc Donalds, Toyota, Kodak, Payless Shoes, Rothman's, Salsa Tabasco, JC Penny, Liberty Science Center, American Heart Association, MCI, Reebok, AT&T, Fanta, Play Movil, etc, I also made music for Viacom writing music for cartoon networks, Bravo TV, Chanel 1, and MTV. Also wrote music for Bill Moyers (PBS)and also for Fax TV in Germany.