Solo Piano - Chris Bright

an allotment of butterflies 0807  - 8:7:22, 10.21 PM

Recorded on a C. Bernstein grand piano and mixed November 2023 at GAM Studio by producer Armen Bedrossian near Paris, mastered by Coponat Records, Pioneers’ is a relaxing and uplifting solo piano piece. It was inspired by Northern America wide natural landscapes: the song describes the amazed feelings of the first pioneers when they discovered this land. The main melody and the second uplifting classical theme stand for a freedom hymn.

Pioneers

While listening to Electronic Intifada's interview with Abubaker live from Gaza Strip, I've improvised an electro-acoustic piece using field recordings, synthesizer and guitar. Instrumental version (without voice-over but perhaps with another poem when it gets written). 
Keep informed and donate: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ykklx8iLo_0&ab_channel=TheElectronicIntifada

Unmute The Speaker On Gaza

I.	ĮŁŁKŠÇÂPË 
II.	Nothing Works Unless You Do 
III.	DIE PT. 987 (you are a stochastic fuckup)
IV.	Destroy everything while creating nothing at the same time 
V.	Stoned (2 deth) 
VI.	Be Afraid! Said The Angel of Death to The Demon of Life (the bunyip has failed us all) 
VII.	War (you are not real)
VIII.	I Put The Laughter In Slaughter

(each section lasts exactly 5:05)

every instrument in the hyperzone and samples of every song of hyperzone melted and decomposed together into unabashedly noisy nothing sludge over an overly stretched out dysfunctional jpeg of a haunted house clipart for halloween red and black slime on the floor which is actually lava which i drink almost every day but other parts of this project were made under the influence of durian and moxie (enjoyed only separately as it should) and all of it was made by me {THË ĮŁŁK™} So experience,,,

Thank you to everyone who listens.

ĮŁŁKŠÇÂPË

Thanks to our mate Dan @whitelinecoaching  for the vocal sample

Nothing To Lose

teardrops

Chillax

SPACE_GARBAGE[LOOPDIGGERS_SUNDAY_ROULETTE_2_]

Beat with guitar

You never cared

You Never Cared

Monday.

曇る空に 顔をあげて
吸った空気湿って
ちょっとなんか 泣けてきた なんて
まるで映画だ 笑って
鬱と書いて 破ってまた
書いて消して 繰り返して
そんな日々です こんな僕です
でもね今は 歌ってる

Ah. 空睨んで
今 飛び込んでみるよ

宙に舞って藻屑になっていく
言葉なんて 音に下るから
ネガを吐いて 今音に返す
ほら 空が何処か 明るくなっていく
黎と明 分かつ感情をほら
繋ぎ止めたなら 朝がやってくる
安易だって 手段 そうでしょ
だから今日もね 歌ってる

Ah.空睨んで
今 飛び込んでみるよ
Ah.空睨んで
今 日が昇るよ

空に流す涙 光 虹かけるよ

Monday. / 微熱

I play the piano because it is where I let go of the have-to’s, and become part of something larger than myself. The language I speak on the keyboard when I improvise expresses a part of me that only comes out there at the moment of creation - when I’m fully connected and in the flow. In those moments when I disappear in the music, those are where I’m most fully alive. The musical question I pose to myself when I play is largely this: how can I release my inhibitions and let go of patterns sufficient to bring something entirely new, unexpected, and enlightening into the world, with structure, precision, clarity, and depth of expression. These pieces are meditations that are of me, but more precisely, they come through me. When I’m in the flow, I’m channeling the energy and only moderately directing it. The challenge is to be open to take risks while maintaining a structure, melody, and tempo that makes it interesting and satisfying enough to keep listening. I keep doing this nightly because it’s a language, because it’s a connection to something greater than myself, and because it’s very very relaxing.

an allotment of butterflies 0807 - 8:7:22, 10.21 PM

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