.liked you said, I will add great ground and under Artists that making all that wonderful music!!

I called this disturbing cocktail of sounds "This Wrong Wrong World" and, at the moment, it corresponds to my inner state.

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This Wrong Wrong World

At some point, a long time ago, I gave up on creating a "new" musical language. It was still possible, in the late nineteen eighties and early nineties when I came of age, for me to see music as a linear progression. In my early twenties I would compose pieces that I thought of as new jazz. Of course they weren't. Just very individual songs in older styles with some ideas for other styles. A dash of Duke Ellington arraignment, a snippet of Monk perhaps a teaspoon of Syd Barrett mixed with some rock and roll harmony. Eventually, after a long pause in playing at all, I came to make music, I see as, more in line with the pop artists like Warhol and, especially Lichtenstein. My own musical ideas are still there but slyly inserted into pieces that are consciously, imprecisely, modeled on other works or styles. Anyway I went to see the new version of West Side Story with my wife the other day. The original show made right before that "pop" era. It was so sincere. No irony with an honest attempt to bring musical theater "forward". I so enjoyed it even if it's a bit middle brow Americana. I'm writing this description in hopes of being equally sincere. The melody borrows a bit of "Somewhere" as a tip of the hat. I hope. My big musical ideas, besides that, are as follows. The key may sound a bit vague at times but floats between B major, E major and A major so that classic one four five, if somewhat buried. the time signature changes a few times, briefly, and syncopates when it doesn't. There's the Syd Barrett influence for those keeping score. There's also some willful changes from major to minor in the harmony that are classic rock ideas. Even if, in this context, they eventually become key changes. Well that's enough sincerity. Oh except for the photo. It's Miss Place. My wife maiden name and me back when I would have written something like this. ;)

Miss Place

Brilliant Generation

Hiding away again, Vera starts to feel her psychological stability falling apart.  She continues to pray to anything that will hear her pleas to save her from losing herself while trapped alone so far away from home, and no sign of hearing from Vincent and his team.

Project Umbriel

HIMOS (Hiding Inside My Own Space)

HIMOS - Hiding Inside My Own Space

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S-Magnetism

Proud to present you this collaboration with Insatiable Void,
Original here:
https://soundcloud.com/insatiable-void/forgotten-path?in=insatiable-void/sets/forgotten-path-open-collab

Forgotten Path - Insatiable Void & Wivresse

Marco Lucchi : piano and analog synthesizer

playing with
https://soundcloud.com/itwasthewires/093022001-mdlr-ambient
by itwasthewires

4 ottobre 2022

Ansikte mot ansikte [w/itwasthewires]

Frozen River..

Frequency IV

Celeste 74

method: There was this poem I'd written. I asked Jeff (stonerjazz) whether he knew what it sounded like. Jeff returned a full-blown, elaborate acoustic ballad.  Mesmerizing! Just for fun and contrast , I weaved in some shoegaze. This is this song. Headphones are recommended. Thank you, https://soundcloud.com/user-911083679 !
narration: Basically, this is a second part to Vinyl Ventriloquist ("people are busy / completing first lines / ...."). People of similar age and interest will hear some allusions and few quotations. The working title 'amrita' refers to the Indian legend alluded to in the last verse. That milkmaid entered the poem via an idiom in my native language: Milchmädchenrechnung. 

poem / copyright jo richter:

the milkman who used to collect
and replace empty jars
a figment of folklore now
of pageants and rural farce

streamed into raw senses
tuned in to see to forget
there is nowhere to head to now
but right into your head

far away, some milkmaid counts
her hoard of subscription fees
to gather gem regalia
that match the icy queen‘s

and all around the watchtower
wild weeds rise and bloom
swirls of living, breathing colour
where feral painters roam

the mountain king bequeathes
fluid shards of liquid glass
to his river daughters
lunatics dwell on the grass

and orpheus, oh orpheus
sings and plays the lyre
while a tribe of nanobots
dances round the fire

out of their caves, a race
of intrepid homunculi swarm
to join the merry carnival
to feel the bliss, to risk the harm

milky oceans churned by gods
give birth to shapes and sounds
while mythical milkmen undetered
still make their morning rounds

Leave of absence - with stonerjazz

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