A purple dot... is this world of yours your garden, by any chance? : )

This section sounds like a musical depiction of garden creepy crawlies...

Absolutely love this...has a most lovely subtle dark edge to it in a very beautiful melancholic way...superb work!

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A Chimeric Union | Vivek Patel (2014)

A Morning Song | Vivek Patel, trumpet (2010)

liner notes part 1: 
Well laid down an enthralling, fast-paced, sweaty-eyed dancefloor track, calling it an open collab. 
Stonerjazz picked it up, marrying it to his expressive voice and instruments. As the ancient art of 
maieutic (look it up) serendipity (look this one up as well) would have it, Jeff and I had just finished 
an amazing poem which finely expressed what he heard in Well's sound. I can only guess how many 
hours he spent adding this, fine-tuning that, getting the balance right. In the end it sat there, all 
groomed in its weekday suit and asked to go out and play. Yeah, why don't you do that? (That's how 
jo tells the story at least).

 liner notes part 2: 
My good and dear friend Jo Richter and I have been practicing a form of commando Free 
association poetry for a little bit now, Firing multiple replies to each others words across the void, 
rapidly --This Poem is one such project-- Initially done lightning Fast and then refined and modified 
for lyrical Flow and meaning-- To further complicate the process, i with Jo's encouragement used 
these word and some Sounds from my deepmind 6 to answer an open collaboration with music by 
our friend Well aka Hakan Skeneby - (That's what Jeff says).
 
Poem / copyright Jeff Gardiner and jo richter:
 Original tile: Kung Tze in the Subway Car
Oil painting Uno Vallman 1964
 
 in the nick of time
 he gave in to dissent
 for the mute perceptive mime
 manically made him raise his head and unmaimed hand in mine
 praise the unerring rebellion
 in subconsentious unison 
the empty shells of every single silly little thing
 ahh, the knell, the bells, fashioned from our fathers’ coral vaults 
selling out, shelling round, all around in disarray 
vainly making everybody wane and wade into the fray
 with withered, bamboo-watered canes - - - fracking shist
 where our homes are still purported to exist
 while scattered scraps of all things past, scantily, scantily clad, 
protrude and flutter in the wind, strained and restrained by the net 
of pleasant pleas -  and subltleties are colors bright and crude - 
watch the Mad Hatter's stint unwind in minor keys - 
i thought that that  - that hat that sat so squat- was you
 at the academy of sovereignty
 where massive piles of bones and crows
 dominate the dark demeanor of the distant 
tears of laughter, tears of loudly lovin’ laughter, that's exactly what we're after
 + + + 
in the purple land of diffidence
 buying purple brands of pale deliverance 
in the hidden forgotten region, religion
 where forgetting – like neglecting - is an optional behavior
 and of course, everybody's carcass, corpse keeps looking for a savior
 down by the trodden, the unsavoury sovereign shouted 
raw with the rotten game of galactic gallows and thrones 
ah the one and only poet of starvation
 standing in the market of used emotion
 endless isles, end base piles of sadness
 masters mean and dirty and their slaves
 bargain bins of binary longing, belonging, unrequited love
 there’s a sale on betrayal - two for a dollar and three for none
 thought i saw a broken bit of joy that once belonged to me 
Though when i had it, it was absolutely free
 Now they're askin’ fifty, literally  frivolous dollars-
+ + + 
mother of deception of the self
 see me on my knees, subordinate 
to her immaculate calamity
 that has transactional realities cooperate
 under towers dark with blinded blinds 
of my infantile infinity-
i asked my shadow: would she follow me 
like a puppy with a crush, herself a pet invertebrate,
 to inclinations more persian, more parisian than her will or mine 
where i might find a package deal on Love 
on the moon, it read in slowly moving neon letters - 
shadows neither show nor speak concerning prinal matters!
 no, said I, shadows squall and squeal and squeak
 drinking gin on the rocks is not that bad at all
 since it became impossible to find an Avacado
 or my favorite alcohol
 just don't answer when she fails to call--

Hakan’s shuffle – nitro club mix – stonerjazz , sonic structures and silent stretches with well

Cogito Vestrum - The Day After
when a heart falls silent, one that walked beside you for so long.
When the place once filled with life now echoes with absence.
When even the wind seems to whisper,
because silence suddenly says everything.

“The Day After” is a musical farewell.
A journey through emptiness, memory, and grief –
for any soul that once brought light
and now lives on within our hearts.

A continuation of Cogito Vestrum –
a quiet tribute to the beings who touched our lives
and left behind a soundless ache.

Part of the album Tides of Melancholy.
No AI.
Just feeling. Just music. Just truth.

Created with the following instruments:

EastWest Hollywood Strings: Chosen for their cinematic depth, creating grandeur and melancholy, perfectly expressing the contrast between loss and the lingering presence of loved ones.

Spitfire Audio Solo Violine: A solo violin that evokes vulnerability and sorrow, ideal for quiet moments of reflection and grief.

Virharmonic Bohemian Cello: With its warmth and expressiveness, it captures the human element of grief, adding depth and continuity as the cello’s voice lingers on.

Note: This track was entirely composed, performed, arranged, and produced by myself – without the use of artificial intelligence.
Creating authentic music with real emotion and personality is important to me. Thank you for listening and for your support.

Cogito Vestrum - Der Tag danach
wenn ein Herz schweigt, das dich so lange begleitet hat.
Wenn der Platz leer bleibt, an dem einst Leben war.
Wenn selbst der Wind zu flüstern scheint,
weil Stille plötzlich alles durchdringt.

„The Day After“ ist ein musikalischer Abschied.
Eine Reise durch Leere, Erinnerung und Trauer –
für jedes Wesen, das gegangen ist,
und doch in unserer Seele weiterklingt.

Die Fortsetzung von Cogito Vestrum –
ein stiller Tribut an all die Seelen,
die unser Leben berührt haben und uns fehlen.

Teil des Albums Tides of Melancholy.
Ohne KI.
Nur Gefühl. Nur Musik. Nur Wahrheit.

Erstellt mit den folgenden Instrumenten:

EastWest Hollywood Strings: Für cineastische Tiefe und Ausdruck von Verlust und bleibender Präsenz.

Spitfire Audio Solo Violine: Eine Solo-Violine, die tiefste Emotionen wie Trauer und Sehnsucht ausdrückt.

Virharmonic Bohemian Cello: Wärme und Ausdruckskraft, die das menschliche Element des Abschieds verstärken.

Hinweis: Dieser Track wurde vollständig von mir komponiert, aufgeführt, arrangiert und produziert – ohne den Einsatz künstlicher Intelligenz.
Echte Musik mit authentischen Emotionen und Persönlichkeit zu erschaffen, ist mir wichtig. Vielen Dank, dass du zugehört hast und für deine Unterstützung.

℗ 2025 DestKorn | © 2025 DestKorn. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized use, reproduction, modification or distribution of this track is strictly prohibited and will be prosecuted under applicable law.
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Jegliche unautorisierte Nutzung, Vervielfältigung, Bearbeitung oder Verbreitung dieses Tracks ist untersagt und wird rechtlich verfolgt.
Artist & Publisher: Matthias K. / DestKorn
SenneRecord – established 2012

Cogito Vestrum - The Day After

After "Call On Me" another Demotrack in our series of "Lovesongs".. stay tuned.. there is more to come. 🎧
"I will be there" is one of my favorites. Hubert once again put all his vocal intensity and his skillful playing in this song. I am proud he achieved exactly the atmosphere I was hoping for. A tune full of confidence and desire when one suffers from drifting spiritually into darkness and there is someone to hold on to and  someone who is able to lift you up again.

Hubert Stytz:  music, all vocals
Pee Gee       :  lyrics

I will be there

Lyrics : Snow Man Dave
Music, instruments, vocal & mix : PJ Project

Her Music Comforts Me

Inspired by the gritstone 'Dark Peak' millstones left abandoned in the 1800s. Over 1,000 of these 2-3 ton stones were left behind when modern methods made them obsolete. Nowadays the quarry sites by gritstone 'edges' are favoured by walkers enjoying the open countryside, which for centuries witnessed the immense effort of cutting, shaping and hauling these massive loads.

Photo (NM) Millstones on my favourite walk below Stanage Edge on the Sheffield / Derbyshire border.

Rolling out the Heavy Load

This is another example of an excerpt of a previously uploaded track, originally written by steve vervaet, and performed by the Eclectic Collective. In this stripped down excerpt, it's just focusing on the organ part that comes in at the second half of the song, as well as Josh playing bass and electric piano, and Ken accompanying on the percussion. 

Here's a link to the full version, including all the guys playing along to Steve's heartfelt vocals:
https://soundcloud.com/user-432503709/please-come-home


More goodies in the "ISOLATED TRACKS" playlist:
soundcloud.com/user-432503709/sets/isolated-tracks

Please Come Home (ISOLATED organ + piano & bass)

'Dont Smudge The Ink' is an easy listening laid back track and soundscape.

Dont Smudge The Ink

Well hello. Here’s some rustic Mountain Blues, played on extremely oxidized guitar strings, with me hollering from the mountain top. Hahahaha. The song hints at a personal authenticity, and the experience of possibly unraveling any prior conditioning (Pavlovian or otherwise) that may constrict our lives in some way. It’s also about the different personas we portray to the outside world. How we may act at work, or on a first date, or with our spouse, or kids, friends, enemies, those who hurt us, even our stage personas comes into play…. So this song is asking a lot of us. In other news, right now in June, the mountains are snow covered and it froze last night. That is late spring, early summer here. Gardenwise, this year, I am planting a lot more Brassicas: Kale, Cabbage and Broccoli, and they are growing well. I am going to try to fence off the carrot/beet beds, as the voles always eat more carrots and beets than I ever do. Onions, leeks and garlic have been growing since March. I transplanted 50 lettuce plants I grew from seed that I saved from last year’s lettuce. The berry bushes and fruit trees have really blossomed this year. There are squash, cukes, tomato and pepper plants inside by the window, to be transplanted outside next week, quite a mess… all of which keeps me busy…. Hahaha. Thanks for dropping by, hope you’re well, Mark

'Round Here'

My Own World

Theo Bina: Music, Arr., Guitars,Bass Mix
Bodo Bremer: Cover
Release : 2025-06-19

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Midnight Folk Shadows - Track 05

Daydream Vol 5

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Nadia Selvaggi Main Page: https://soundcloud.com/nadiaselvaggi

All music, songs, lyrics and artwork are original, unless noted. No AI used, I have spent a lifetime learning.
Collaborations welcome.
 I advise playing on a good Hi-Fi or at least good headphones, otherwise you will miss all the lower frequencies and  only hear half of the music : )

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