I don't know you as anyone else but the person that you're meant to be. Some fun analog drums and a couple of cool synths doing stuff and going places.

I Don't Know You

Izzy Skinner - Violin/Vocals/Bass/Guitar/Composer
Rob. C. Bundle - Lyricist/Poet
Gustavo Moreno - Drums

The Child That Rings The Bell - Demo Version

LIVE AGAIN  (Ft. Molly Barnett)

Grooving a little over some of the great changes of Freddie Hubbard's immortal Red Clay


And thanks as always for your generous time listening, for you comments and shares

Red Clay - Jamie Rhind

A big Thank You to The Neighbor for playing this wonderful solo guitar

The picture shows an excerpt from:
After Andy Warhol, Sunday B Morning „The Scream - Green“ (after Edward Munch), 1967, printed later

Everything Liquifies

in
While only one wimper
Flies all the time
First still very, very fast
Then it settles down the line

In the meantime…		(2)

1
Some billion ys must have passed
Since we had that start
Since we saw at last
That we can fall so hard
In times of peace 
We treat the insane, 
While in times of war 
They govern us again

In the meantime
Everything liquifies

ref
It is revolving in the ether
It drains in the simple brains -
No or, no either
(or what of it remains)
Just drops into the simple brains

2
A decrease of viscosity
In former bound aggression
And the social cohesions
The glacier anyway
Everything liquifies
Is carried away 
By the great maelstrom
Tell me, 
Was it the same yesterday ?

In the meantime
Everything liquifies

ref
It is revolving in the ether
It drains in the simple brains -
No or, no either
(Or what of it remains)
Just drops into the simple brains

out
Like the sweetest sweetie, ahh
Like the ultimate candiest candy 
Sweet as can be...

Everything Liquifies (ft The Neighbor)

Cover art: www.instagram.com/claudio.solli/

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Surface - Fiori DS

Recording sessions from 07/09/2023 - 09/09/2023.
4 tracks MOOG Modular (vst Arturia),
3 tracks Spark2 (vst Arturia),
1 track DX7 (vst Arturia),
presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.
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In a basement completely sheltered from noise and the outside world, without telephones or internet, I was able to reasonably compose around fifteen titles without any interference. This isolation will remain a beneficial event in more than one way.

Dans un sous-sol complètement à l'abri du bruit et du monde extérieur, sans téléphone ni internet, j'ai pu raisonnablement composer une quinzaine de titres sans aucune interférence. Cet isolement restera un événement bénéfique à plus d’un titre.
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🛠 - Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks
🎹 - Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
🔲 - Artwork - Pier WILL
🙏 - Acknowledgements - Ableton, AKG, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile, Focusrite, Korg, M-Audio, MSI, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
⚙️ - #Ambient #Movies #Experimental 
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❤️Love, 🕊️Peace, 🙏Respect

07-09-2023

07 09 2023

Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches a.k.a. Jo Richter (@sonic-textures) wrote a series of 13 poems or cantos collectively titled Departure. He shared the texts with me, Stonerjazz, and Re-Evolution Cafe Orchestra and we have been working on the project of bringing them alive with music and soundscapes. We are hoping more SC artists will join us! Please reach out if you're interested in doing a reading. Check out the full playlist of Cantos so far here: https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/departure-a-long-poem-in

On this track, the poem is read by Jo. He also created much of the soundscape. I contributed the bassier and more synthetic sounding parts.

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.

Surface - Fiori DS

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