Name: The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory by eSyrup
Duration: 5 min 3 s
Description: "The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant." - Salvador Dali

@tsangayeh: Thank you! I did check out your work - very high quality!

great orchestration and sounds. a real kudos.

Questa composizione e' piena di spazi per l'immaginazione dell'ascoltatore che scorre con le diverse armonie e cambi di umore.      Eja

This was recorded in the front room, just me and guitar, couple of years ago. Unfortunately I haven't been able to play in this style for the last 12months due to a wrist injury, hence why my recent songs have been more strummy. 

This is The Rain, cheers!


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Available on Time Enough at Last: https://zuunzug.bandcamp.com/album/time-enough-at-last

The elements that make up this song were almost all captured live with a Zoom recorder randomly from the streets, events, concerts ... There is a shovel digging gravel, a coffee maker, a cough in a concert hall, an electric heating, a firework in the basque country, and so on!

Everything was assembled & modified on my trusty MPC before a twilight synthesizer melody (Korg Monologue) was added. All this deals with the coming insurrection ...

Les éléments qui composent ce morceau ont presque tous été capté en live avec un enregistreur Zoom aux hasards de la vie, des rues, des événements, des concerts... On y trouve un coup de pelle dans des graviers, une cafetière, un toussotement dans une salle de spectacle, un feu d'artifice au pays basque, un chauffage électrique, et j'en passe !

Le tout a été assemblé & modifié sur ma fidèle MPC avant qu'une crépusculaire mélodie de synthétiseur (Korg Monologue) ne s'y ajoute. Tout cela traite de l'insurrection qui vient...

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some instruments, including synth and the pulsating synth bed, mix: tea are sea @tea_are_sea
other instruments, narration, mix: sonic structures and silent stretches
method: some back and forth, with stonerjazz and re-evolution café orchestra sometimes listening in and edging on
narration: the thirteen canto poem finds its way into sound, a canto at a time
image: copyright jo richter, using a detail of my photo of a magazine depiction of the phaistos disc as one element among others

info: there is one more version of this canto to emerge from other collab partners. LOOK FORWARD!

poem / copyright jo richter

How long he stayed, he could not tell.
He worked ferociously, sounding all
existence that had touched upon him into
being: the smell of meadows, the curl of
ripples, the calm that centers in a storm;
the timbre of voices, the straight lines of buildings,
the aloofness of announcers on the radio.
His desk was cluttered, his mind strove clear.

When he did not write, he‘d read up on
the origins of his ancient art: Vergil and Dante,
Marlow and Shakespeare, Homer and Joyce,
Ovidus, Cervantes, Rabelais and Wieland.
He felt the linguistic seeds, blown from foreign
stems, grow filaments deep in his native soil, he
saw them ripen, flower profusely, yielding
their beauty to ever-changing mentalities.

And as his insight widened and he gained
perspective, the rows of encyclopedias
and dictionaries that lined his shelves
slimmed down, as he gave up consulting
English for French and German, these for
Latin and Greek, those for Persian and Sanskrit,
until he only referred to Indo-European roots.
His desk turned clear, his mind became uncluttered.

Eventually, he also slept and dreamt
whenever the veil sank upon him.
Guarded by the spire‘s safe walls, he would
awaken slowly, remembering outlandish
lore, scribbling notes and poems of bizarre
truthfulness and penning recollections of his
archetypal ties. Some of his realistic verse de-
rived from fragments of prolonged poetic trance.

His muse meanwhile taught him to cook, the
art of mixing individual ingredients to bring about
a taste all of its own that nourishes both mind and
physicality. The painters tend to fixate on surface
and colour, she said, the musicians on timing
the process, whereas the poets never get anything
done, enchanted by words like ‚ginger‘ or ‚yeast‘.
All of their dishes taste awful.

canto iv

Departure Canto iv with Tea Are Sea

"By the time everybody's gone,
With your rhymes you are all alone
In your mind you're drawing a sweet home … "

LOONY DE BUSSY : vocals, acoustic guitar, music & words
Sylvie - NIMA - MAGNIN : lyrical voice
A.M. CHASSAIGNE: child voice

Cover painting : Nataly NGM

EVERYBODY’S GONE - Loony (& Nima)

"The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant." - Salvador Dali

The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory

Electronically produced music mixed with high viscosity ear candy using:

Korg:
Kronos 88
M50
X50
Micro
Prophecy

Moog:
Little Phatty
Subsequent 37

E-MU: 
Proteus 1
Proteus 2
Proteus 2000

Native Instruments Komplete Kontrol S61 Mk2
Kurzweil PC3K7
Alesis Strike MultiPad
And a few other toys not yet featured

Now on Bandcamp:
Fallen Angel: https://esyrup.bandcamp.com/album/fallen-angel
Finding My Way Back: https://esyrup.bandcamp.com/album/finding-my-way-back

The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory

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