A techno journey that holds its breath: depth, tension, and release — like diving into darkness and resurfacing into light.

Exhale - SET #3

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27th July 2025 at 22.00 CEST , Tencarola (Padova, Italy)

g.   a.   z.   a.  is  s.   t.   a.   r.   v.   i.   n.   g.

Field recording taken in Naples in 2025  by IB (Spaccanapoli, Quartieri Spagnoli, funicolare)
Poetry by IB

'A muntagna* speaks, at Phlegraean Fields the volcanic caldera quakes.
Solfatara’s energy enlivens the air & breathes centuries.
Vesuvius is so green & magnetic, feeling longing dint’ e ven*.
The gentle tops call to mind the Euganean Hills. 
Quiescent wound & an afterness teeming at the foot.
Moving the city’s buzzing, o mare*.
A flare in the distance as a sun rising tired & disheartened.
Is it you Parthenope? Perpetual drowning, your body washed ashore upside down.
The long cry, the dirge emerging & merging with heat dying in the throat.

A muntagna* parla, ai Campi Flegrei la caldera vulcanica trema.
L’energia della solfatara anima l’aria e respira secoli.
Il Vesuvio è così verde e magnetico, nostalgico sentire dint’ e ven*.
Le cime gentili ricordano i Colli Euganei.
Ferita quiescente e un dopo che brulica alle pendici.
Commovente il pulsare della città, o mare*.
Un bagliore lontano come un sole che sorge stanco e amareggiato.
Sei tu Partenope? Affogare perpetuo, il tuo corpo riportato a riva rovesciato.
Il pianto lungo, la nenia che emerge e si mescola al calore che muore nella gola.'

the mountain | la montagna (the way Vesuvius is called) - in the veins | nelle vene - the sea | il mare

A Muntagna

This is a conversation, taken as a field recording, with sound Artist, radio producer and poet Marjorie Van Halteren.

Marjorie Van Halteren was born in Detroit, Michigan, graduating from the University of Michigan, and later earning an MA in performance from NYU. She lived in New York for the first part of her adult life, where she was a radio producer as an independent and for WNYC New York Public Radio. She then relocated to Northern France where she still lives.

She shared in three Peabody Awards for her work in creative documentary and live radio, and as the Artistic Director of The Radio Stage, she commissioned and produced a dozen original plays from New York playwrights. Her work has appeared on BBC Radio 3 and 4, WDR, Radio Netherlands, NPR and Studio 360 in the US, Radiophrenia. Also she has been professor of music and technology, and she is bird watcher and nature recordist. She lives in Lille (France).

Conversation with Sound Artist, Radio Producer and Poet Marjorie Van Halteren

I am a twice-published novelist who writes stories, novels, and poems. My favorite songs have always been those with lyrics that have a deep meaning. In this EP, I worked with Suno to create music for seven of my poems (2 in English and 5 in Turkish). I hope you cherish these songs and lyrics as much as I do.        

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First single following the album "Sözleri Benim"

Yaşadığımı sanmışım

Track text is spoken by sono-poet Ilaria Boffa from her book Beginnings and Other Tragedies. Translated it says "Time does not pass, we pass through time in stages or blocks and we become. Spatially and temporally scattered we have experiences in other places inaccessible to us here and at other times unavailable to us now."  Also spoken:  "Clouds are moving fast. They're shifting perspective. Carry me with you"

Non è il tempo a passare (feat Ilaria Boffa)

This is a song created with Suno AI, featuring lyrics from my poem "Sonsuza kadar", which I wrote in memory and honor of Mustafa Kemal Atatürk, a soldier, revolutionist, intellectual, statesman, and the founder of the Republic of Turkiye. I miss him every day, follow his ideals, and strive to live up to his legacy by protecting the Republic, democracy, and Turkiye's independence.

Sonsuza kadar (Atatürk'e Saygı)

I am a nomad in the mind, driven by curiosity and creativity. Music has always been my inspiration. I am also a storyteller, twice-published novelist, poet, and writer. Here, I bring my poems to life with music.

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