ideal self

Hi everyone,

Quite different from what I've  uploaded up to now.
It all started on a lonely night. Just like that:
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/h34b7_k6ya8
I don't remember though if I started the recordings and composing that same night.
The percussion at the beginning is actually done on the guitar (Classical guitar).
Everything was played and recorded. Except for the rising sounds.
Enjoy
And please comment. Reading your comments is better than a coffee ;).

Purple Wind

𝕮𝖚𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔 𝖉𝖚𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖗 𝖑𝖆 𝖓𝖔𝖈𝖍𝖊, 𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖗 𝖑𝖆𝖘 𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖘 𝖊𝖓 𝖊𝖑 𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖔... 𝖞 𝖆𝖑 𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖗 𝖉𝖚𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊 𝖊𝖑 𝖉í𝖆, 𝖏𝖆𝖒á𝖘 𝖛𝖊𝖗á𝖘 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖗 𝖑𝖆 𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖆 𝖑𝖚𝖟 𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖗. ¡𝕳𝖊 𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖔 𝖆 𝖚𝖓 á𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑, 𝖈𝖔𝖓 𝖊𝖑 𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖔 𝖊𝖙é𝖗𝖊𝖔 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖘 𝖚𝖓𝖊! (¡𝕳𝖊 𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖔 𝖆 𝖚𝖓 á𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑, 𝖈𝖔𝖓 𝖊𝖑 𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖔 𝖊𝖙é𝖗𝖊𝖔 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖘 𝖆𝖙𝖆...!) 𝕰𝖘𝖙á 𝖊𝖓 𝖒𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖗í𝖔𝖘 𝖘𝖚𝖊ñ𝖔𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖔, 𝖇𝖆𝖏𝖔 𝖑𝖆 𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖏𝖆 𝖙𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖆 𝖉𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖆 𝖒𝖆𝖟𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖆 𝖆𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖉𝖆... 𝖄 𝖚𝖓𝖆 𝖛𝖊𝖟 𝖈𝖆í𝖉𝖔, 𝖚𝖓𝖆 𝖔𝖘𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖆 𝖒𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖆 𝖇𝖚𝖘𝖈ó 𝖘𝖚 𝖉𝖚𝖑𝖈𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖆 (𝖕𝖔𝖗 𝕬𝖕𝖔𝖋𝖎𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖆), ... 𝖞 𝖚𝖓𝖆 𝖛𝖊𝖟 𝖈𝖆í𝖉𝖔, 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖙ó 𝖘𝖚𝖘 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖘, 𝖈𝖔𝖓 𝖚𝖓𝖆 𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖆 𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖉𝖆, 𝖕𝖔𝖗 𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖔 𝖊𝖓𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖉𝖆.

𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔞𝔱 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱, 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔨𝔶... 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔡𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔢. ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩, 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔟𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔲𝔰! (ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩, 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔟𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔲𝔰...!) ℑ𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔰, 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔬𝔪𝔟 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔡𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔬𝔫... 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫, 𝔞 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔤𝔞𝔷𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢 (𝔟𝔶 𝔄𝔭𝔬𝔭𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡), ... 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫, 𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔲𝔱 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰, 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔰𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡, 𝔟𝔶 𝔖𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔭𝔬𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔡.

𝕸𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖆 𝕹𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖆

I have tried to capture in Fire since it ignites a small flame by lightning until it becomes a great bonfire for an ancient tribe before the discovery of fire, I hope you like it!

FIRE (Four Elements Part 4)

A Gateway to New Worlds grows over time to take you to the reveal of the gates opening and new worlds are just on the other side.

Video link here: https://youtu.be/KVA9bfK3Mq8

A Gateway To New Worlds

one take, super rough. pretty emo, but I like it 

untitled - single take

As the crocuses rise from the ground.
The boots of the wise man still tramping them down.
As the world makes its slow turn around.
An infinite circle just spinning to ground.
Don't be sad that you live by the ocean,
stone throw to the sea. 
Whilst your bodies in infinite motion, 
but how can that be? 

First things first comes the test, got to prove you're the best, just hitch up on your horse and lets go.
'Cause the meltwater flows where the crocuses grow, 'tween the rocks and the stones that don't know. 
That the river has taken its toll.
That the winter is set to move on.
That the boulders that it set to roll.
Will return to the place they belong.

As the crocuses rise in the spring.
The world in a state of bewildered mourning. 
Though most made it through to this dawn.
There is bare earth where once stood a ripe field of corn. 
There's a chill that comes with your devotion, 
an obvious fee.
Like the wind crossing over the ocean,
just naturally.

Crocus

My Enemy

Visions of Darker Places

Galactic Bells

Binaural beats are used by many to help relaxation and meditation. My latest works are built with binaural sound waves as the bed or starting point for each composition. The drone like sound that you hear though out the track is the wave. Sometimes it is prominent. Some times it is buried deep within how ever, the wave is always there. Delta patterns have been associated with deep sleep and relaxation. Play this if you are suffering from Insomnia ;-)

Study In Delta

Dark Downtempo  with an Ambient flavour from Cambridge UK.

Study In Delta

Fischer Green