Name: A little memory circle by El Wud
Duration: 2 min 12 s
Description: Inspired by the sound of a music box recorded several years ago (you can listen to it at the beginning and at the end of the track)

The world's largest iceberg, A23a — equivalent to the size of Rhode Island- is endlessly spinning near the South Orkney Islands, about 375 miles from the Antarctic Peninsula. Its dance is caused by a phenomenon in fluid mechanics known as a Taylor column. It's essentially a rotating cylinder that forms when there's an obstruction in a flow. The A23a is trapped in a kind of ocean vortex, a Taylor column.
There are many paths a collaboration can take you down. Although the typical one tends to be shaped as a kind of dialog or turn-taking, I like the most those that, instead, become as sawing a seed and watching what happens then, including some active intervention: somebody tells an idea, or provides some materials or tracks to you and they start a self-organizing process in one's DAW. That's what happened here: @user-737426987 Ambient Annie provided some tracks that made some musical sense by themselves, but I used them as seeds for something different though related. Another of Ambient Annie's relevant contributions to this track has been in providing a concept, even though this was originally unintentional: some of our email conversations deal with natural phenomena, and therefore Antarctica, its fauna and icebergs gracefully popped up. Some months later, the seeds swelled, stems grew and leaves appeared, giving way to the flowering that you can now listen to.
During the final mixing rounds, Nyarlathotep, the three-lobed burning eye creature from Lovecraft's cosmogonies, passing his crawling chaos through the throat of @lhtrah Lht (another SC artist you should listen to), unexpectedly contributed with some primordial chants to this track: my degree in Miskatonik studies allowed me to decode the singing as "I will die and nobody will remember me", which is quite appropriate for an iceberg that is slowly melting. As far as I could find out this song was first featured in a film by Alejandro Jodorowsky, "Fando y Lis" (1968).
Ship bell by Mateusz_Chenc @ freesound.

A Taylor column

while trying to sort out the archive I came across this recording from 27 May '22.
Unfortunately it is an unrecoverable project... the program it was created with (Ableton) crashes every time you try to open the project.
I don't remember anything about it, what equipment was used for the recording... 
the only thing that remains is this file, very interesting in my opinion.
it's pretty much as recorded except for a small reduction in volume and the duration changed by about a minute less..
the only attempt to try to recover it is to look in the archive for the days immediately before or after the creation to try to understand what I was working on in that period..


Amnesia (0001 3-Audio-1_edit)

Amnesia (0001 3-Audio-1_edit) *Pay attention to the volume

Vignette - zones of human interaction + presence

Human Places

Inspired by the sound of a music box recorded several years ago (you can listen to it at the beginning and at the end of the track)

A little memory circle

"De bomen beletten mij het bos te zien. De bomen moeten wijken en verdwijnen. Maar voor de abstrakte kunstenaar komt een dag waarop ook het bos moet wijken en verdwijnen omdat zijn jagend hart op God staat gericht. God schiep de bomen, die wij schoon vinden. Maar die schone bomen hebben in ons een hunker, ik zou zeggen een honger naar schoonheid en leven opgewekt, die door een sterfelijk lichaam (uw benen zijn als bomen) niet meer kan worden verzadigd. Daar rijst en verrijst de onsterfelijke, onbederfelijke ziel naar de eeuwig wellende bron van alle Zijn in schoonheid."  - Victor Servranckx



Used samples:

Title: Slow fan.wav
Author: Griphen
Link: freesound.org/people/Griphen/sounds/366360/

Beyond the pane

Held by Sea

Arachnidiamond

Expect another new track in around a week. 

SIRENS SINGING TO A DARK LIGHTHOUSE

half remembered

There is an orchard that grows where the soil remembers and the trees bloom with silence. The fruit there is darker than midnight and sweeter than sorrow, and once bitten, it teaches your mouth the language of forgetting.

The air here tastes of bruised plums and the voices of those not quite gone. Paths shift when unobserved. Roots whisper beneath the skin. Dreams take on the shape of birds.

No one plants in the Black Orchard.
No one harvests.
It grows by memory alone. 
A myth tangled in vines.
A memory disguised as a tree.

Signals from Black Orchard

Ambient Virus M 7992 4:11 17-09-2025

Experimental ambient project realized with the use of sound overlaps, causal collisions and cosmic echoes. 
Thanks for being here, comments, opinions and collaborations are always welcome.
For a best experience, if you can, please use headphones.
Logo: https://pixabay.com/it/users/pinkpanthress-2154882/
Stones: https://www.pexels.com/it-it/foto/rocce-pietre-sabbia-bianca-equilibrio-8800327/

A little memory circle

El Wud

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