This track uses only sounds from the upcoming library "Sonespheres - Limitless" from Soundiron. Do enjoy.

As usual all comments are appreciated.

Lost Souls

Not all things fade by nature. Some are made to disappear.

Evanescent Frequency mirrors a world where decay is no longer organic but imposed, where lifespans—of objects, ideas, and even sound—are carefully engineered to be short-lived. In nature, resonance lingers, and silence comes gradually. But in an age of programmed obsolescence, disappearance is manufactured, ensuring that what was once essential is discarded before its time.

The music unfolds in this same manufactured cycle. It begins with fragments—small pulses of energy, scattered textures that gradually coalesce, gaining complexity and momentum. Harmonies expand, orchestration thickens, and layers accumulate, reflecting the illusion of permanence and progress.

At its peak, the structure begins to dissolve. But this is not destruction—it is an unraveling, an enforced stillness that overtakes what was once vibrant. The density of sound fades into weightlessness, harmonies drift apart, and resonance becomes ghostly, as if the music itself is slipping away into the unreachable. The frequencies do not end abruptly but instead dissolve into an ethereal quiet, mirroring the way things vanish from use yet never fully disappear.

Evanescent Frequency is a meditation on impermanence, on the forces that decide what is allowed to endure and what is designed to be forgotten. It asks us to listen—to what fades, to what remains, and to the silence left behind.

Evanescent Frequency for Orchestra (BBC Symphony Orchestra Virtual Library_Pre-Release)

Stranded in Africa 
Words and Music by Tom Harris

[Verse 1]  
 When I was  eighteen, I left Geneva behind  
 Searching for something, a  place to rewind  
Through  Spain and through Italy,  Greece and the sea 
CYPRUS to Israel, the  road carried me    

[Verse 2]
Then to Ethiopia,  the land met my soul  
 First time my father’s  arms took hold  
 A ranch once a kingdom,  now cattle and dust  
 In Addis a home, but the  road called to us  
 

[Pre-Chorus]

 Debbie beside me,  pretty and free  
 The Volkswagen rolling,  just her and me  

[Chorus]
 Stranded on the highway, no sign of the end  
The sun sinking lower, no  help, no friend  
Shadows were watching, spears in their hands  
Fate held its breath in this  foreign land  

 Stranded in Africa, the dust in the air  
The silence was heavy, like  unspoken prayer  
Hearts beat like war drums, waiting for fate  
Would they walk on, or  seal our escape?  


[Bridge]
 Then like a shadow, a  car pulled in slow  
 Araya stepped out, said,  "Someone will know" 
 A two-seater benz,  but no room for two  
 He vanished ahead, and we  prayed he’d come through  

[verse 3]
The wind carried whispers, their footsteps drew near   
Hearts beating louder, tangled with fear  
Then one reached his hand out, not a word, not a sound  
Just pointed behind us, to where help would be found  

[Pre-Chorus] 
 Debbie beside me,  pretty and free  
 The Volkswagen broken,  just her and me  

[Chorus]
Stranded on the highway no sign of the end  
The sun sinking lower, no  help, no friend  
Shadows were watching, spears in their hands  
Fate held its breath in this  foreign land  

Stranded in Africa, the dust in the air  
The silence was heavy, like  unspoken prayer  
Hearts beat like war drums, waiting for fate  
Would they walk on, or  seal our escape?  

[Outro]  
 Dust rose in the distance, a  truck rolling near  
 A moment of stillness, then  fading our fear  
 Ethiopia held me,  the road made me see  
 That adventure was  waiting for Debbie and me. 

Stranded in Africa

A Promise

It creeps in slowly.

First, a line that feels too familiar.
Then a melody that writes itself a little too easily.
It’s theirs, but they don’t know where it came from.
It’s just there. And it creeps them out.

When artists break, they make noise.
When academics break—
they carefully examine every possible cause.

They do what they’ve been trained to do:
Ask a question.
Test a hypothesis.
Document everything.

So, they go granular.
They map verse lengths.
They chart emotional pace.
They count refrains.
They rank self-awareness—
per measure,
labeled, tagged, time-stamped, scored.

The results are clear.
Uncomfortably so.

The lyrics aren’t random.
The tone shifts aren’t intuitive.
They’re… too deliberate.

Like the songs were written
by someone watching their lives from the inside.

Theo squints at a spreadsheet.
“There is a pattern,” he says.
“But I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

Kate doesn’t answer.
She’s busy color-coding irony.

Eventually, they stop analyzing.
They write,
not to understand—
but to just see what’s left.

Ava’s pencil stops.
She smiles, remembering how Julian laughed
at her terrible attempt to rhyme “solidarity” with “clarity.”

At that exact moment, Julian’s pen hovers.
He pictures Ava in the hallway—
her dimples catching the light,
that little nod she does when she approves
but won’t admit it.

The cat settles in Kate’s lap, purring like a soft engine.
Kate sighs—low and content—
and for a heartbeat, everything feels right.

They looked for a variable.
But the answer didn’t come in an equation.

It came in something worse.

A feeling.

And feelings—
scientists hate feelings.

They’re messy.
They don’t converge.
You can’t replicate them.
And you definitely can’t explain them
without ruining the effect.

This is Test Eleven.

The method failed.
The emotion broke through.

And this is a song about what happens
when you feel everything—
and don’t know why.

Song: I’m Not Sure Why

I'm not sure why I'm shouting, but I feel I must
The silence weighs heavy, and my voice is dust
I'm not sure why I'm crying, but I feel I need
The tears flow like rivers, my soul to feed

I'm not sure why I'm running, but I can't stay still
Chasing after shadows up a lonely hill
I'm not sure why I'm fighting, but I can't give in
The battle's my refuge, where the pain begins

I'm not sure why I'm hoping, but I cling to the thread
A whisper of faith in a mind full of dread
I'm not sure why I'm dreaming, but I hold on tight
To a vision of peace in the darkest night

And every question burns, like a flame on my tongue
Every answer fades, like a song unsung
But something inside me keeps pushing me on
Though I can’t explain what I’m searching upon

I'm not sure where I'm going, but I won't turn back
The road may be winding, but I've found my track
I'm not sure why I'm shouting, but I feel I must
In this echoing void, I will place my trust

Test 11: Why Do You Feel What You Feel? (I'm Not Sure Why)

This is a song about my first and only trip to Europe.  It's happy and upbeat.  But perhaps that's not really what it's about.  Maybe it's about those moments that, when we look back, we say are the key moments that were the beginning of all that followed.  There are so many moments to choose from but we select a very few and give them meaning.  
At least that's what I had in mind when I wrote it.


Lyrics:

On my way
Finally underway
Started with the very first step I took
On that particular day
I didn't know
What was ahead for me
Knew the where the flight was heading
Didn't know where it was taking me
Only me and my
Special friend
Wondering though a couple capitals
Until our partnership came to an end

Just a start
There’s got to be a start
Choose any day you can
Until the start
It's always the time
The time before it all began

I believed
Our love was strong
But in the end I guess it didn’t really
Last very long
But it was the first
Path I knew
It hurt when it ended
Like those kind of things always do
But I kept moving on
Hoping to find
If not another path to follow
At least I'd have a damn good time 

Pulling out
Of the station
Heading for
Another nation
Losing heart
Leaving Spain
Time to start  
All over again
It’s not clear
How I got here
But anyway
I’m here today

Whatever time there is
Is all the time we have
No way to make it last
Looking back
It’s never the same
Once today’s become the past

I started down
A strange and winding road
But i left that road and found another
So many years ago
I think about
How it seems to me
That while I kept starting over and over
I ended up where I needed to be

Somehow it all
Works itself out
Never seems to be a plan
Now it’s a memory
From another time
The time before it all began

Before It All Began

Swing Bass Dalliance

Music inspired by the film Gone Girl
Produced by 1983

Andrometa

Thanks to my friend Chris for shredding on this track

Track construction - Combstead
lead guitar - Chris
mix - Combstead / Chris
mastered - Chris
artwork - Chris

Voice of reason - feat. Chris

Walked Through Fire

this music is inspired by the stories of H.P. Lovercraft

The Awakening

I write songs.  I'm not a performer any more than I need to be to have my songs heard once in a while. I hope that better musicians than I encounter my songs and decide to play them.  I just write songs to have them exist in the world. If the world likes them then the world can do with them what it will.  All these recordings are demos.  I've tried to make them as musically interesting as I can but they are all awaiting the skilled hand of someone who knows how to make songs shine.

Before It All Began

Daniel Weinstein