Daily Drops

sonic and rhythmic exploration of my noisy electric guitar solo.
visual: extract of one of my recent abstract painting in colors.

DANS L'OMBRE DE MA GUITARE  PATRICK PICAULT

Avant que tout ne change, tout n’était que musique. Celui-ci se souvient de ces artistes qui peuplaient ces jours anciens #chill rap

English translation (sorry for  untranslatable slang words and French references...)

I'm lost in the doudous the djadja the pookies
I earn a salary not from the moula and I have about as much street cred as a bum from Neuilly
However I do what it takes to stay up to date in music I listen to drill djent
I even watch TV shows where people are coached by Amel Bent
I often need a dictionary to understand the lyrics, that's my statement of failure
I even come to wonder if you can still write music when you were born before this century

Old rock n roll is dead in the ridiculous decline of its icons
Rap is no longer quite the same as soon as autotune goes wrong
I clearly don't have the bobo look stan smith smile naive chorus
I clearly don't have the filthy loser background of the fake alternative rebel
I could have made dad's old song like a nostalgic for Brel
But in truth to do that I love messing around a bit too much with Orel's punchlines

I took a stylish nickname in reference to that distant era
Where the genius of an artist was not limited to counting his TikTok followers
All your life you were looking for the beautiful the divine the eternal the universal
Not just to get a few dead likes, your only limit was the sky
It was literally in fact, you shouldn't mess with the inquisitors
Which proves that every period has a problem with this fucking concept of hater

So no I'm not in the street game, I'm more on the other side of the coin
And to tell the truth I don't give a damn even if no one wants to pay
I don't do this to live, that's why for me it has become vital
I just want to get into your head and infect your mind in a retroviral way
May my sound give you to you also the idea of ​​making art or music
And that the love of wisdom and poetry become pandemic again

Pandémique

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Night Letters - A collection of ‘audio interpretations’ of telegrams from the early 1900s. Each track is based on a portion of a real transmitted message.

Historically, telegrams were sent between a network of interconnected telegraph offices. A person visiting a local telegraph office would have their message telegraphed by morse code to another office, translated, and then delivered on a paper form. As with any form of communication, the messages could be routine, melancholy, joyous, or devastating.

The need to keep these messages short, and then reading them many decades later, provides plenty of room for imagination.

(Scans of actual telegrams were viewed at the Internet Archive)

= HOME AND FAREWELL =

Music : Janne Hennie & Little Man
Vocals & lyrics : Janne Hennie

Changes in your life
Can be difficult to handle
Maybe it wasn't something you asked for
It suddenly appeared
And you just had to deal with the change

Chorus
But sometimes the change can be a good thing for you
It can make you feel better
And you can write the past a letter

Changes in your life
Can be difficult to handle
It can change how you feel
It can change the way you think
It can change what you see
It can change what you want in your life

chorus

Chorus

Changes in your life
Can be difficult to handle
But I will embrace
All that appeared
Which was for the best
And I will write the past a letter

Chorus

Chorus
Sometimes the change can be a good thing for you
It can make you feel better
And you can write the past a letter

Changes in your life....

Changes In Your Life

NatureSong

I decided to do a different mix of this new tune. Personally I like this version better. Let me know what you all think and thank you.

Lyrics:
In the quiet of the night, I’ll whisper low
Shining the light where the dark water flows
Yet the train of lies rolls heavy and fast
A silver-tongued serpent, weaving shadows that last

Criminals dancing in pockets of gold
While justice is tangled, bought and sold
The bribes keep rolling like thunder in the sky
As the truth fades away, who’s to justify

Time’s a thief with a grin, ticking down our days
Marching to the walls where the light starts to sway
When will we see justice? Maybe never, it seems
In this cruel reality, we are lost in our dreams

Life feels unfair, like a game stacked in jest
Some ride on the fast train, while others are stressed
Evil lurks in corners, a predator unseen
Swallowing whole what’s been, what could have been

A trail of destruction where innocence once lay
The end is coming near, cloaked in shadows of gray
Yet I’ll keep singing, my heart beats with the truth
In a world that’s forgotten the brightness of youth

So, let’s shine a light in the depths of despair
Fight for the voiceless, and show them we care
Together we'll gather, a chorus to rise
For in the heart of the darkness, we’ll ignite the skies

So let the shadows tremble, let them break and bend
With love as our weapon, we’ll rise in the end
Though the night feels endless, our spirits won’t hide
Together we’ll shine, and become the light

All music and lyrics by: Len Bennati FM Folk Copyright 2025

Let the Light Shine (Mellow Mix) (Remaster)

Misplaced In Space

Read My Lips

a sense of anticipation emerges

Sojourn

impromptu 2025-04-18

method: most of the pre-takes done with a reface dx and oyayo toy drums, later stretches in audacity, voice in balabolka and rearrangement and editing in samplitude (also adding bubbling bass voice, clicks and further elements)
Narration: it is the evening of the day …. the serenity of the song by the Stones, coupled with recollectioms of events, i.e. exploring tensions, delayed dis- and resonances and so on and so forth
image: guests at my doorstep, copyright jo richter

sip /copyright jo richter:

drinking patient sap
from a fragile cup
he salvaged today's silence

A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever

method: some of my sonic prep can be seen here: https://www.instagram.com/reel/DJwfUwDMhl8/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
narration: Simplicius' point of view, not jason's for sure
image: taken in a museum in Athens, Greece, 2012, copyright jo richter

poem / copyright jo richter:

the morning creaked
on rusty hinges
not prone to please
on fraying fringes

midday soaked
with vain ambition
the argo, the fleece
a hero's contrition

the evening balked
away from the night
the numbers chalked 
didn't add up right

and in the dark
and in the dark
their widows cried
their widows cry

and in the dark

if you dive deep enough into my memories they will sound like this

nostalgia for a place i never was

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