This remastered album "Flight of Light" chronicles the dramatic shift in Inge's world as the idyllic life she knew in Book 1 becomes overshadowed by the growing influence of the Nazi regime. Inge and her siblings are drawn into the activities of the Hitler Youth and League of German Girls, experiencing a strange mix of camaraderie, newfound responsibilities, and subtle indoctrination.

The innocence of childhood games and explorations gives way to a more structured and ideological environment. Inge faces internal conflict as she grapples with the disharmony between the values instilled by her family and the increasingly rigid expectations of the regime.

The book portrays the subtle ways in which ordinary people are drawn into the machinery of a totalitarian system. The music for Book 2 mirrors this internal and external conflict, expressing the emotional turmoil of a nation on the brink of war and a family struggling to maintain its values in the face of overwhelming change.

"Flight of Light" is a powerful exploration of the loss of innocence and the struggle to find a sense of belonging in a world on the brink of chaos. The music echoes this struggle, offering a poignant soundtrack to a pivotal chapter in Inge's life. It sets the stage for the dramatic events that will unfold in the subsequent books, as the Feyerabends face the full impact of the war and the difficult choices that lie ahead.

Through The Blinding Snow (From the Original Novel Soundtrack)

I wrote this song on a day when I was just thinking about saying "screw it all" and just hop in the car and start driving down the Eastern Coastline.  A few stops along the way just to dip my feet into the ocean maybe.  Run through a storm or two while thinking about what it would be like to just dance in that storm.  Daydreaming about good things but just driving without a care.  Sounded like a great idea so I made it a song.

Brian Keefe - Single - Dancing With The Lightning

Sprache des Verfalls

Zelle B steht da, mit dem Stein des Hofes in der Hand, und die Stimme des Verfalls, diese raue, bröckelnde Präsenz, ist wieder da – nicht in den Wänden, sondern in ihm selbst.
„Ich weiß, dass du uns alle sammelst,“ sagt Zelle B. „Du machst uns gleich – im Bruch, in der Rückkehr, im Staub.“
Die Risse antworten nicht. Sie dehnen sich. Ein Zeichen: Man hört.
„Aber was du nennst ‚Ende‘ war immer Ort. Und was du nennst ‚Nichts‘ war immer Verbindung.“
Die Stimme des Verfalls zögert. Nicht trotzig, nicht drohend – sondern überrascht.
„Und wenn wir aufhören, dich zu fürchten?“ „Wenn wir dich nicht bekämpfen, sondern erkennen?“
Ein Tropfen fällt auf den Stein. Er zieht eine Linie – wie eine feuchte Antwort auf trockene Jahre.
„Ich bin nicht dein Gegenteil,“ sagt Zelle B. „Ich bin dein Echo. Du sprichst durch mich, und ich habe gelernt, zu antworten.“
 Der Hof vibriert. Nicht laut. Nur wie ein Körper, der verstanden wurde.
„In mir wächst etwas,“ sagt Zelle B, „Und es wächst aus dir. Nicht aus Widerstand, sondern aus Annahme.“
Dann schweigt er. Nicht weil er keine Worte mehr hat, sondern weil die Antwort angekommen ist.
Der Verfall ist still. Aber die Stille ist neu. Nicht leer – erfüllt.
Zelle B steht noch immer im Hof. Der Stein in seiner Hand wärmt sich langsam auf, nicht durch Sonne, sondern durch Erinnerung.
Der Verfall ist da. Nicht sichtbar, nicht greifbar – aber spürbar wie eine zweite Haut, die nie ganz abfiel.
„Du bist der Teil, vor dem alle fliehen,“ sagt Zelle B, „weil sie denken, er sei das Ende.“
Doch jetzt, da alles ihn berührt hat – der Regen, die Frau, das Hofflüstern – wird klar: Der Verfall ist nicht die Dunkelheit, sondern das Licht, das nicht blendet.
 Eine Stimme kehrt zurück. Nicht von außen. Von überall.
„Ich bin das Gemeinsame,“ sagt der Verfall. „Ich bin das, was ihr alle teilt, ohne es zu wollen.“
„Weil wir uns davor fürchten,“ antwortet Zelle B. „Vor dem Moment, in dem wir Teil werden. Nicht mehr Ich. Sondern Wir.“
 Die Wände zucken. Die Risse verändern ihre Richtung. Sie wachsen nicht mehr auseinander – sie wachsen zueinander.
Der Hof beginnt zu weben. Zwischen Stein und Pflanze, zwischen Schatten und Licht. Ein Muster entsteht – kein Teppich, kein Plan. Nur ein Beweis: Dass alles verbunden ist, sobald der Widerstand endet.
 Und Zelle B? Er ist nicht mehr Beobachter. Nicht mehr Abgegrenzter. Er ist Knotenpunkt. Nicht Zentrum, aber Durchgang.
Der Verfall spricht noch einmal:

„Du bist da. Nicht weg. Nicht zwischen. Genau da. Und deshalb bist du das Erste, das sich erinnern darf.“

Zelle B nickt. Nicht für sich. Für alles...)

Die Fortsetzung folgt am nächsten Sonntag um 10:00h

kolkhorst 2025

sprache_des_verfalls

Beyond the Light

submission for Biome Music Jam #2 hosted by RavenBlueIndigo for Itch.IO November 2025

It turns out i won 1st place in the Biome Jam -and- got #1 in all the sub-scores too. wowow that never happens for me.  I did however push pretty hard on production where I took the pixabay environmental pig sounds and then ran individual vocoder synths for different MixCraft synths on every single pig sound separately, which created a rather rich experience...


here's the jam results page:
https://itch.io/jam/biome-music-jam-2/results

496: Demon Pigs In The Rough released November 14, 2025
for Biome Jam 2 on Itch.IO
got 1st place in the music jam and also got 1st place on all the sub scores

Feature.fm link to this track:
https://ffm.to/demon-pigs-rough

SoundCloud link for this track:
https://soundcloud.com/doug-stoothoff/demon-pigs-in-the-rough?in=doug-stoothoff/sets/drzk

Spotify for this track:
https://open.spotify.com/track/69ieXu3ghWn8HQ9odBsJJL

Bandcamp for this track:
https://dougstoothoff.bandcamp.com/track/demon-pigs-in-the-rough

Douglas P Stoothoff main site:
https://exedexes1.com/
https://exedexes1.godaddysites.com/

Youtube subscribe:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4WSgBZCySWQ-wAQ0GMtXag?sub_confirmation=1
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCL0BaYj4gcMibSa0gVS8WeQ?sub_confirmation=1

itch.io profile link:
https://exedexes1.itch.io/

Feature.fm overall Artist Bio link:
https://ffm.bio/douglas-p-stoothoff

Master Track List on SC:
https://soundcloud.com/doug-stoothoff/tracks

Artist page on Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/artist/7EuvIQRQESX9WFtwI6GqWB
https://open.spotify.com/artist/4aN8I7Zl7HuhQQC0txGPYC

Artist page on Apple:
https://music.apple.com/us/artist/doug-stoothoff/1687430940

Artist page on Amazon:
https://music.amazon.com/artists/B0C4YK678Y/douglas-p-stoothoff

Youtube Artist Topic Channel (autogenerated):
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4WSgBZCySWQ-wAQ0GMtXag

Artist page on Bandcamp:
https://dougstoothoff.bandcamp.com/

Artist page on Tidal:
https://tidal.com/browse/artist/39485859

Artist page on Beatport:
https://www.beatport.com/artist/douglas-p-stoothoff/1155579

Artist page on Boomplay:
https://www.boomplay.com/artists/70114948

Artist page on Pandora:
https://www.pandora.com/artist/douglas-p-stoothoff/ARjZ7nth7x9xvpg

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https://www.qobuz.com/us-en/interpreter/douglas-p-stoothoff/18758728

Artist page on iHeart Radio:
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Demon Pigs In The Rough

Sterre Verteller — The Astral’s Tongue — is a hymn to the night sky, sung across both Afrikaans and English. The stars speak in two tongues, waiting for voices to carry their stories. This arrangement is complete, but vocalists are still needed to bring it to life in both languages. 

Lyrics remain unpublished to protect the integrity of the work.

Made in Dorico — no DAW used.


Sterre Verteller (The Astral's Tongue)

https://genius.com/Bellatrix-bellatrix-and-dweldnik-pen-is-from-heaven-lyrics

[Bellatrix]
His pen is from heaven, flowing words like a river of light
It sketches stars on paper and turns silence into mid-night
I say happiness, but you hide from me some twist
And I understood that you need... analyst

[Dweldnik]
Some say the tip is dry, but I just shake it fast
My pen is stiff with ink, intended just to last
If you want the truth, just open up your lips
And read the words that drip from my finger-tips

[Bellatrix]
So I brought you to my doc... Jenna Talia
She needs Dixie Normous in this area
But you again start your small talk
Have you ever, Jen-a, met my friend... Mike Hawk?

[Dweldnik]
She’s a lucky woman cause she has Hugh Jass
Who writes deep books and listens to Jazz
His book "Alpha Kenny Body" on the list
But her mom called him just a Therapist

Pen is from heaven

𝐁ellatrix 👫 ᗪꅏꍟ꒒ꀸꈤꀤꀘ - Pen is from heaven

Vivere a Ferrara

Operational Root

A retro-inspired Persian pop piece, echoing the golden era of Iran’s 1970s music.
Cover art shows Reza Shah, Mohammad Reza Shah, and Reza Pahlavi in one frame — a symbol of nation-building, continuity, and an Iran rising again like a phoenix.

Three Generations, One Nation

Trading Spaces

Charagma is a late‑life composer who began with re‑arrangements and grew into original works, weaving rustic realism and humor into every track. His archive is a living cycle of runes—each song carrying its own backstory, whether comic relief (Billy Bob and His Truck), adaptation under pressure (How Soon Is Now), or ballads of absence (Not Home for Christmas).
Raised on rhythm guitar and shaped by family influences, Charagma’s music blends classical roots, folk storytelling, and experimental twists. Genres are never fixed—they’re playful, paradoxical, and often tagged with “…ish,” because only Charagma knows where the lines truly fall.
From contrabass spikes at 20Hz to choir adaptations and rustic ballads, his work is less about perfection and more about memory, humor, and ritual. Each track is a mark left behind—a charagma—echoing both the thunder of transformation and the quiet of echoes without thunder.

Sterre Verteller (The Astral's Tongue)

Charagma

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