Just Chillin With My Pipe

The Suite Buy & Bye

Welcome Home, Rider.
We were both listening to Hawkwind's debut yesterday.

"Historia Jednego Psa"

Perhaps geological, perhaps emotional. Inspired by an interesting drive up and then down Mount Hiei, with a few emergency photo stops on the way down.

All made with Arturia Analog Lab and Pigments in Ableton.

Lake Biwa Mountain Drift

A change in format from the usual. A poetic look at Autumn; the colourful precursor to Winter.

Light and Dark

Falling Leaves

Recording sessions from 09/06/2024 - 10/10/2024.
presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.
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- Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks / Without AI
- Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
- Artwork - Pier WILL
- Acknowledgements - Ableton, AKG, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile, Focusrite, 
  Korg, M-Audio, MSI, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
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Pink Predators

E- NO.  15 - 10:21:24, 9.23 PM

E Tumaini, orgulhoso de ser pai, tomou a filha nos braços, e deu-lhe um nome, e a abençoou:

Vê, os homens passam, falham as vontades.
Vê as mãos cansadas, porque nunca alcançam.
Mas tenho esperança que um deus bondoso te encha de alegria,
te dê o seu consolo, luz e fantasia.
E neste chão, onde o maligno vem espalhar maldade,
vais ver crescer o joio, vais sentir saudade.
Mas tenho esperança que um deus bondoso te abra um caminho,
te traga o seu amor, para nunca estares sozinha,
para seres feliz...

And Tumaini, proud to be a father, took his daughter in his arms, gave her a name, and blessed her:

See, men pass by, the wills fail.
See the tired hands, because they never achieve.
But I hope that a kind God will fill you with joy,
give you his consolation, light and fantasy.
And on this ground, where the evil one comes to spread evil,
you will see the weeds grow, you will feel the longing.
But I hope that a kind God will clear a path for you,
bring you his love, so that you'll never be alone,
so that you'll be happy...

Tenho Esperança

Hello à tous,
Voici ma composition pour Piano « Libre ».
J’interprète au piano « Libre ». 
N'hésitez pas à écouter au casque.
Bonne écoute.
Ecrit et enregistré en octobre 2024

https://youtu.be/M417UfNO07U?si=CYaJi6u0dgwgm5nj

Libre – Original emotional Piano

P.C.PALEO -indians 10:23:24, 9.32 AM

Une composition collaborative entre Camille Victoire (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7YCk1DmgJA) (voix) et Fardeau Losange (musique, mixage).

« Tout est construit sur le même plan,
Tout est construit sur le même plan.
Tout est construit sur le même plan,
Tout est construit sur le même plan.
 
Elle essuya précipitamment ses larmes à sa manche.
Tout est construit sur le même plan.
Un départ, un détour, un retour,
D’un automne à l’autre.

C’est toujours un jardin,
C’est toujours un jardin.

Tout est construit sur le même plan,
Tout est construit sur le même plan.

Tout est construit sur le même plan.

Tout est construit sur le même plan.
Tout est construit sur le même plan.

Tout est construit, tout est déconstruit.
Tout est construit, tout est déconstruit.

Tout est construit, tout est déconstruit.
Tout est construit, tout est déconstruit.

Tout est construit. Tout est déconstruit.
Tout est construit sur le même plan.
Tout est construit/déconstruit.


Un départ, un détour, un retour,
D’un automne à l’autre.

Elle essuya précipitamment ses larmes à sa manche.

Tout est/Tout est/Construit/Déconstruit…

C’est toujours un jardin,
C’est toujours un jardin.

Tout est construit sur le même plan. »

Visuel : Maurice Denis, "Taches de soleil sur la terrasse" (1890).
1er novembre 2°24.

C'est toujours un jardin

C'est toujours un jardin (Camille Victoire & Fardeau Losange)

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.

E- NO. 15 - 10:21:24, 9.23 PM

Anthony Cutrera Morales

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