great work, Marco ! Very nice chords. M :-)

last minute entry for the naviar haiku challenge #392
https://www.naviarrecords.com/about/naviar-haiku/

I hung the moon (naviarhaiku391)

Outside, I am empty.
Inside, I am fulfilled.

Maggots

Track 8 of the Album soundcloud.com/user-461764443/sets/the-haunted-house
The Dining Room was extravagantly big considering the size of the house and a portrait of Grandpa Henry shown pretentiously as the king of the house was looking at us during dinner. Brothers and sisters were singing “Food Glorious Food” kidding the welcome of the good meals Grandma was bringing at the table. Indeed, we were not religious and thus did not pray before eating. Uncle Rudolf was sometime joining us since he was living in a room at the basement. Those dinners with Uncle Rudolf were usually turning sour as he was a loud man with a small mustache talking about politics and how he dislikes the cultural diversity. During one of those dinners he was so upset by our society that he burned a pile of books in front of the house. Fortunately, he was so ignorant about history and literature that he burned 10 years of the Readers Digest, Humpty Dumpty’s weekly and Jack & Jill magazines. We enjoyed the fire while cooking Marshmallow and made fun of him. 
Music and Production: Syrel
Photography: Syrel (1989)

Musical Note: Main theme based on “Food Glorious Food” by the Lionel Bart musical Oliver!, and the orchestration style of Prokofiev, “Lieutnant Kijé” and Paul Dukas “La Périe” and The “Sorcerer's Apprentice”. It is then combined with the structure and rhythmic of the demo fanfare “Silky Glory” by Christian Henson and orchestrated as John Adams - “The Chairman Dances”.

“This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.”

The Grandparents haunted house

The Glorious Dining Room

Aoki satoru - Udadadi
Prepared bass: Aoki satoru
Tokyo, Japan - August 31, 2021 [ TOD 192 ]

Here is a song called "Udadadi" from the album "Murmur" released on bandcamp. Please listen to it.

https://tototod.bandcamp.com/album/murmur

□新しいアルバム『 Murmur 』からの１曲『 Udadadi 』です。bandcamp にて 全曲試聴も できます。どうぞよろしく。

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Udadadi

Created for the Disquiet Junto Project 0507: In DD's Key of C
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The Project: Make music with 10 acoustic instrument samples all in a shared key.

Thank you to @daniel-diaz for the beautiful samples!

I was inspired by the chord progression in the melodica sample, so I used that as a base to created a rhythmically-shifting generative drone in the Borderlands Granular app on my iPad, eventually using all 10 of the samples. It was a fun challenge mapping the patchwork of waveforms across the screen so that I could trigger different parts of overlapping samples with various moving 'circles' of granular processing. The end result came out rather lilting and mysterious.

Please enjoy the waves!

Artwork is by Daniel Diaz - his notes from creating the samples.

More on this 507th weekly Disquiet Junto project – In DD’s Key of C (The Assignment: Make music with 10 acoustic instrument samples all in a shared key) – at: https://disquiet.com/0507/

Tracks made with samples created generously by Daniel Díaz.

More on the Disquiet Junto at: https://disquiet.com/junto/

Subscribe to project announcements here: https://tinyletter.com/disquiet-junto/

Project discussion takes place on llllllll.co: https://llllllll.co/t/disquiet-junto-project-0507-in-dds-key-of-c/

There’s also a Disquiet Junto Slack. Send your email address to marc@disquiet.com for Slack inclusion.

Seas of Cee - [ disquiet0507 - inddskeyofc ]

Letrato

On May 10, 1996, three officers of the Indo-Tibetan Border Police, Tsewang Samanla, Dorje Morup, and Tsewang Paljor, were part of a six-man expedition to reach the summit of Mount Everest.  Delayed and facing a storm, the three decided to disregard orders and press on while the rest of the team turned back.  Around 18:00 the climbers radioed their expedition leader back at base camp to inform that they had reached the summit.  While credited with summiting, whether they actually reached the summit or not is to this date debated.

These two songs wouldn’t exist if not for the irony surrounding the perishment of one of the climbers, Tsewang Paljor.  The irony is that Paljor became famous not in life but in death and simply because of the fact that his lifeless, frozen body, which no person or entity cared to remove from the side of the trail for at least 19 years, ended up becoming a landmark and reference point to climbers, his humanity reduced to an almost comical nickname stemming from the mountaineering boots on his feet and their bright yellowish-green color.  A Google search today of the keywords “Tsewang” and “Paljor” brings up, as the first result, a Wikipedia article entitled not “Tsewang Paljor”, but “Green Boots”.

“Jefe de condestables Tsewang Paljor, parte 1: Ascenso y muerte” is my reflection on Paljor’s resolve to climb, then the climb itself, then the summiting (or the thinking they had summited), and finally the descent and the exhaustion, confusion, and acceptance of defeat that probably came with it and the probable realization of impending death that frozen night as he lay curled up on his side, donning his brightly-colored mountaineering apparel, under a crevasse at the side of the climbers’ trail at 28,000 feet.

“Jefe de condestables Tsewang Paljor, parte 2: Fiesta en Leh” is an imagination of a summer day that Tsewang could have enjoyed as a young adult in his hometown’s capital, Leh, with friends and perhaps one or two love interests at hand.  An experience he might have remembered about during those few final minutes of his life.  

About the song names:  That isn’t me trying to be the most righteous of the lot.  Like, “look, I even include his military rank before his name, while everyone else just calls him ‘Green Boots’.”  I’m not trying to be judgmental or pretentious.  In fact, up until the last few minutes the songs were going to be called “Helado en altura 1” and “Helado en altura 2”.  “Helado en altura” translates roughly to “Ice cream at high altitude”, and is a pun because in Spanish “Helado” can also mean a frozen person, animal or thing.  So, for the cover artwork, I literally searched for frozen corpses in snow-capped mountains.  Not necessarily with those keywords.  And happened on Green Boots.  It was like the third result.  But ultimately, I felt it would be in bad taste to be so literal and use the pic and do the pun and all that.  In a way, the song titles are an atonement for my previous intentions.  And a pair of songs to honor a man who found very little dignity in death.  Some may point out the old adage that there “is no dignity in death”.  I’d say as so much else in life, that it’s a matter of degree.

Thanks for taking the time to read, and above all listen.  I hope you “get” the songs, and above all, enjoy them.  (No pun intended with “above”.)

Note:  from the information I had access to on the World Wide Web, Paljor’s body has not been officially identified or removed to this day.  However, it was last reported seen in 2015.  Its current location and state is, to the best of my web knowledge, unknown.

Jefe de condestables Tsewang Paljor, parte 2: Fiesta en Leh

W852HZ Mix (9)

W852HZ Mix (8)

A taster track from the forthcoming album of smoky Parisienne  jazz club recordings, 'restored from the original 78s'. The amazing Luciole Langevine https://soundcloud.com/luciole-langevine and guest musicians from around the world. Une travail d'amour, a labour of love,  for me - more a curator than a musician on these. Album release date to be confirmed, I started them in June 2015. There may be special vinyl editions. We'll let you know.
Luciole Langevine Voix • Alain Proust Guitare • Rudi Bakken Accordéon • Barry Snaith Supplémentaire guitare et supplémentaire accordéon • Produced by The Inconsistent Jukebox • Composed by Michel Emer

Here are the lyrics translated  into English, although the French sounds so perfect. But if you're fluent in French you'll know all the words. But these aren't just lyrics, you can read an entire life in here:

The prostitute is beautiful. Over there on the corner she has a client
who fills her stockings up. When her job is done she goes on her way
looking for her little dream at a dancehall in the suburbs.
Her man is an artist. He's a strange  little guy, an accordionist (who knows how to play the java.
She hears the java but she doesn't dance. She doesn't even look at the dancefloor. Her loving eyes follow the vigorous playing and the wiry, long fingers of the artist. It gets under her skin. From the bottom,. From the top. She has the urge to sing, it's physical. All of her being is tensed.
Her breath is held.
It's a work of art shaped by the music.

The prostitute is sad over there on the corner. 
Her accordionist left to be a soldier. When he comes back from war they will have a house. She will be the cashier and he will be the boss. How beautiful life will be. They'll be true big-shots. And every night for her he'll play the java.

She hears the java that she hums softly. She looks again at her accordionist and her loving eyes follow the vigorous playing and the wiry, long fingers of the artist. It gets under her skin. From the bottom, from the top. She has the urge to cry, it's physical. All of her being is tensed.
Her breath is held. It's a work of art shaped by the music

The prostitute is alone over there on the corner. 
The men don't want the girls who are sulking. And too bad if she dies - her man is never coming back. Farewell to all of those beautiful dreams. Her life is fucked.
Nevertheless, her tired legs take her to the dive where there's another artist who plays all night long....

She hears the java. She listens to the java... She closes her eyes...
Those wiry, vigorous fingers. It gets under her skin. From the bottom, from the top .She has the urge to yell out. It's physical. 
And so, to forget, she begins to dance, to turn..
To the sound of the music...
STOP!
Stop the music...


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