This instrumental track, crafted using an emulator of the legendary ARP 2600 synthesizer, delves into the unsettling notion of a world where machines gradually take over human skills, leaving our consciousness as the final remnant of what truly belongs to us.
In this sonic landscape—where analog layers merge with retro-futuristic textures—humanity quietly resists through its sensitivity, memory, and inner contradictions. While artificial intelligence may learn, simulate, and optimize... it does not feel. A machine cannot dream, doubt, or fall in love. Human consciousness is born from experience, shaped by memory and rooted in the body. And this elusive nuance lies at the heart of everything.
Inspired by the visions in 1999, Brave New World, THX1138, and 2001: A Space Odyssey, the track reflects an age where fiction slips into reality. But instead of sounding an alarm, "Conscience 2600" whispers a lucid realization: within the circuitry and the algorithms, there remains something that cannot be programmed—the intimate pulse of being

Conscience 2600

2600

Somewhat doom-laden reflection of the prospect....but cheering up, it may never come down to a rogue algorithm sparking it all off!! Hooray!......
Blues track:
Synth; Tenor saxes; Soprano saxes; flutes; alto flutes(bridge); oboes; clarinets (bass parts).
Beats and explosions c/o Garageband.

Pic. 'Silicon Cities' by Heiko Hellwig c/o Pinterest

Algorithmic - Armageddon Blues

made with drum sticks and mallets on bongos, wooden frog, bamboo xylophone, shaker thing, casio
metronomes
recorded with zoom h1
edited in NCH
MAD MAD MAD ANGRY ANGRY

audio purgatory - ANGRY SCARY MEAN


The silver sun is rising and rising
Signs of winter coming
Snow on the hills
She leaves for the harbour
To scan the endless line of waves

As cars float down to the seaside road
a fog is rising
over Lady Bridge street
The chance of a meeting
is very small
but if you come to the light house
I'll wait for you
if you wait for me

Oh my compass
show a homeward sign
no star's a-shining
the tide's ahead of time  

I think it's all coming back
And I know yes I know
you're gonna remind me of the promisses
that we were meant to keep.

Fly in time, is an innocent line
If you really must leave 
don't hesitate
but whatever you do
don't close the gate.
There always will be
a window of opportunity

The Tide’s Ahead of Time

Break the Frame 3

Valve-I'm tired, sleep well

As I mentioned in another recent song post, @dough-factory and I have collaborated on a bunch of music in years past. This is the second recent song from us, eventually to be included on an upcoming album. 

Ryan came up with the original drums and bass seed of this song, sent it to me and I laid down some guitar and synth. He then arranged the pieces and added a killer vocal track. He also gets credit for the production work on this one. Thanks for listening, friends!

Here is a link our other recent track, Dive:
https://soundcloud.com/tea_are_sea/dive


Terms

C Razey - Chamber I (Intro)

Free Eye Atlas

NOTES OF STRINGS: https://kaelaaar.carrd.co

Metropolitan Wasteland Meet 'n' Greet Tour [w/ notes of strings]

PARACELSUS

I was trained in tradition, yet I stepped beyond its walls. Sound is my language, not to decorate but to liberate. Composer, performer, and listener — one fire, three sparks, inseparable.

I write and compose to uncover what is hidden: the truth buried beneath power, the dignity of the ordinary, the current of awareness that flows through all.

I belong to no authority, only to sound, to truth, to the silence from which all begins. My work is not mastery, but remembrance — a manifesto in every note, every word, every breath.

I am a composer of the 21st century: a studio artist. The studio is my forge, my battlefield, my sanctuary. Machines hum like choirs, circuits burn like torches, cables twist like roots in the earth. Tradition breaks open in this fire — the score turns to light, the instrument becomes the world itself.

To be a studio artist is to seize sound at its rawest, to sculpt electricity and breath as one, to summon the invisible power that belongs to all. Here music is not bound by walls, not enslaved by profit, not tamed by form. It is free, untouchable, unending — a living flame for the century that is ours.

Break the Frame 3

Anthony Cutrera Morales