Marco Spiga @houseofthejanas: Soundsource: Voice 143 Houseofthejanas – Voice-143 )
Marco Pisu @soundcloud.com/marco-pisu-511634437 : guitars
Michele Loi @michele-loi-220331878: Yahama Reface CS, noise

Fat And Tiny Cats

tooHot

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Fun with Funky Abstract Shapes

Turning point

Turning Point

88 Heartbeat

Révolution en carton (A113m)

"Do you realize that the past, starting from yesterday, has been actually abolished? If it survives anywhere, it's in a few solid objects with no words attached to them, like that lump of glass there. Already we know almost literally nothing about the Revolution and the years before the Revolution. Every record has been destroyed or falsified, every book has been rewritten, every picture has been repainted, every statue and street and building has been renamed, every date has been altered. And that process is continuing day by day and minute by minute. History has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which the Party is always right. I know, of course, that the past is falsified, but it would never be possible for me to prove it, even when I did the falsification myself. After the thing is done, no evidence ever remains. The only evidence is inside my own mind, and I don't know with any certainty that any other human being shares my memories. Just in that one instance, in my whole life, I did possess actual concrete evidence after the event - years after it." (2.5.14, Winston to Julia)

Reminiscence (for Nadia)

Music: Composed, written, mixed, mastered,  and performed by Alpha416/Jasper Lighthouse
https://soundcloud.com/alpha416

Track Artwork created by: https://soundcloud.com/alpha416

Lyrics: Written and performed by The Mysterious Decibel
@Themysteriousdecibel

Banner artwork: @Themysteriousdecibel

Lyrics:

Dear, deer, on the wall
Who is the slyest of them all?
Dear, deer, on the wall
The fear and lies announced your fall

The eyes of the deer tell a story 
and not one of sugar and glory
they tell of a dark Disney tale
Bambi's mother now looking stale

From the critters down below
The ones that took her from the flesh
in the snow
they stole her doe
A savory slab in the cracks of a gyro

All she can do is watch
The demons below her head
Chomp and chomp and chomp and chomping
Because her son was dead

A birds eye view from the ceiling
The sin in this room is peeling
And leaving its mark in the floors
Stained with all these dreaded wars

With the sweat, the drool, the semen and greed
The bricks of weed and DND.
Thick boys fiddle the cardboard
Streaming the cards of the deck for scores

It's hoarders in these corners, The ceiling can't inhale
It's hoarders in these corners, I'm stuck without bail
I'm frozen on this throne, Just watching what unfolds
While they all look and stare, This gambling hand is numb and cold.

Alpha416/Jasper Lighthouse x The Mysterious Decibel - Dear Deer

SILOs

On Approaching an Oasis during a Storm

This piece explores my emotional response to climate change, something which is very much part of the historical moment of the world into which I was born.
The music is dissonant, the harmonies all being derived from the chord of the augmented eleventh familiar to many as a jazz chord also used in blues. The modification of an idea at the end of a fast rising octaphonic scale, inverting its first appearance (descending), is intended to convey the important message of spirited hope coming from practical activists such as Greta Tunberg who work to alter the balance of power between institutional inertia and ecological necessity.

I am dedicating this piece to her and to all fellow climate change activists both old and young.

Production and mastering by John Cafarella. 

This track uses the East West Quantum Leap Symphonic Orchestra Library.

Cafarella

On approaching an Oasis During a storm (Revised 30 December 2022)

南風（southerlies）

art work: Angelina Nwachukwu via Pixabay

みなみかぜ
みな　なぎたおせ
みな　こわせ

みなみかぜ
ただ　まわるだけ
かざみどり
かぜよ　しずまれ
なきひとの　こえ
われに

Blow, O south wind.
Knock down everything.
Destroy them all.

South wind blows.
The weathercock just spins.
Be still, wind.
Let me hear the voice of the dead.

南風 (southerlies)

the snake eating it's tail

harsh vaporwave ; )

I always seem to be working on something musical, this is where the best results of ongoing experiments work their way out into the world.

Until the next phase is through, this will be an incubator only.

SILOs

Cznic

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