freeform potpourree

Q-Merengue

Y-My Destruction

Part 3 of a four-part exploration, performed via Roland GR-33 guitar synth.

Bells, Pt. 3

Primal dives deeper into desire as one of the most fundamental forces of human nature — instinctive, relentless, and deeply physical.
From the opening moments, the track pulls you into a state of anticipation, where tension simmers just beneath the surface. Pulsing rhythms and evolving synths mirror the way desire builds in the body before it’s fully understood by the mind. The bass hits with a raw urgency, representing that split second where instinct overrides reason and craving takes control.
As the track unfolds, moments of restraint give way to explosive releases, echoing the cycle of longing, pursuit, and surrender. The contrast between space and intensity reflects the inner conflict between control and impulse, discipline and indulgence. Nothing is polished or restrained for long — the sound keeps clawing back to something darker, heavier, and more visceral.
Primal is an invitation to reconnect with that raw inner drive — the part of us that wants, reaches, and reacts without permission. Lose yourself in the tension, embrace the release, and let desire lead the way.  Thanks ChatGPT  !!!

As Vincent Van Gogh once said :-
Thank you for lending me your ear and if you like the sunflowers don't forget to repost, like and follow.

Primal

Rough mix of a couple of synth tracks, Alchemy and Kontakt...title is from the presets, and the image is from the title...

An Apparition in Stone

Voice of Winter

戦え働けといわれて苦笑いする
人ごみを歩いてもいらだつだけ
薄く透き通る刃に皮膚をそぎ落とされる
冬がいつの間にか地上に降りてきている
その冬を落した無責任な青い空が広がる
麦色の午後の日射しのかすかなぬくもり
きのうかおとといか疲れた帰り道
だれかが線路に飛び込んで死んだ
来るはずの電車が来ないことに
腹を立てて舌打ちをしたように
上の方で知らない鳥がさえずる

“Fight!” “Work!” I hear someone shouting, and I give a wry smile.
Walking through the crowd only makes me irritable.
Winter, like a thin, translucent blade slicing away at my skin, has descended upon the earth without me noticing.
The irresponsible blue sky that dropped this winter onto the earth spreads out above my head.
The faint warmth of the wheat-colored afternoon sunlight.
Yesterday or the day before, when I was exhausted and heading home, someone committed suicide by jumping in front of a train.
Just like me, who clicked my tongue in annoyance at the train service being suspended because of it, an unknown bird chirps from high above.


Voice of Winter

Broke in me (Story of Artemis and Orion)

A minimal piece built around ukulele and spoken breath.
Weightless Voice (Air) moves gently through silence, space and presence.
Nothing is pushed, nothing is held. Sound appears, then disappears again.

As the final piece of The Element Series, Air closes the cycle.
It stands for listening, for movement, for the space before sound 
and for the moment between endings and beginnings.

With the year coming to a close, this track is a quiet wish:
may you enter the new year lightly,
breathing, open, unheld
carrying only what truly moves you.

Soft voice, simple strings,
and just enough resonance
to let the moment breathe.

Weightless Voice (Air)

Grabbed Dave Rose's free drum track, grabbed Yellow Salamand'r's free track, then grabbed my own stuff. :)
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Dave Rose (https://soundcloud.com/davearose64) - awesome drumtrack
Yellow Salamand'r (https://soundcloud.com/acemulchfish) - the track "Take This Track and Finish it"
FaceOnFigure - keys, virtual instruments, arrangement, pic

Backscatter

EnigmaCurry