I danced beside blue oceans 
dangling feet in its calmest tides
but then the wind marched in
a menace
so I crossed the line
yea I’m off maritime 
and I’m prone to drift on salty breezes 
gently waving like I’m with the sea
so far away from me 
and 

Some things aren’t meant to be 
and the oceans are getting bluer 
getting rough and tasting bitter
and that reminds me 
that the sea is a part of me 
maybe I could part the sea 
like its been parting me
yea
I crossed the line 
yea
and I’m off maritime 
well 

I’m no sailor 
could be mermaid could be reef
cause that’s the sea in me
and I’m no killer I’m no thief
still getting all that grief
just a salty sea
bathe us in its blue 
yea
I crossed that line 





#climatecrisis

Off Maritime

Landscaping

So heavily analog. Much twisting of knobs and sliding of sliders to get these evolving effects.

Enjoying A Time

Malison Stuprum

Method: Layering (ehx mel9 and roland vt4 involved, as well as a guitar, a plastic recorder and the zoom r20 - incl the room2 effect).
Narration: Reading my latest poem. 
On my 29th birthday I had given a private reading of one of Ingeborg Bachmann's short stories, titled: the 30th year. Now, doubling up, I have not given a private reading - consider this a replacement. It is  a poem of mine reflecting some aspects of that eerie relationship between fiction and reality and dispersing personal narratives.

Gedicht / copyright jo richter:

damals, als ich jenen text bachmanns
vom aufbrechen des vertrauten, ins telegrafenferne
einer vom ich unversehrten heimat vorlas, im
dreißigsten jahr, waren auch die mich ummenschenden
befremdet: wie kann man sein wahres leben nur
so im streulicht fiktiven gestaltens betrachten?

jetzt, im realen sechzigsten jahr, finde ich
keine heimkehrnovelle im schrank, die nicht
von geld, von frieden, von der verzweiflung handelt,
im angesicht weiter und weiter vermieteter wohnungen
und viel zu fleißig gepflügter felder: gerne
rastete ich auf einer brache, wäre sie noch vor sinnen.

das papier vor mir ist ungelesen, als hätte ich
nie eine schriftspur darüber gelegt, dem vorgeliebten
nie nachgespürt: war ich nur da als probe-
abdruck der selbstbehauptung anderer, die ihre
geschichte frech in stadtmauern meißeln, über tempel-
freskos weißeln, sich stilecht in poetenpergamente kleiden?

das sechzigste jahr

im sechzigsten jahr

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Darren Douglas Danahy, Jason Mowry, and Carlos Vivanco
https://soundcloud.com/darren-d-danahy
@asleepwithheadphones
@lazydadamusic

Epoch

Piss Off Hell & Eat Shit

Beat The Devil

2023-01-01

New Beginnings

Soundscape Experiment #92

laisse la porte ouverte

MYTEARS

Rust Cutler has no money, so he only experiments with low-cost synthesizers and no Digital Audio Workstation (DAW). He'd rather have hardware that makes interesting sounds than a decent computer. He never thought he'd have to point out that no artificial intelligence is used in his compositions, but apparently we are now in that world. Rust Cutler strongly believes limitations spark creativity and enjoys creating a melody where perhaps none should exist.  All tracks are single musician, single take recordings with no editing and no processing except onboard effects. Everything you hear is how it sounded at the moment it occurred, then posted under the name, Dancing With Tea. Rust Cutler hopes you enjoy these experiments.