Pot au noir :zone météorologique instable, où les vents sont changeants et difficiles à prévoir. # Doldrums: unstable meteorological zone where the winds are changeable and difficult to forecast.

The Doldrums
I’m no Vasco de Gama,
I’m nothing like a Genoese sailor.
My horizon Is blocked,
The story hasn’t moved forward
My life looks like,
Believe me, I swear,
My life looks like
The doldrums.
In my shell, it pitches and rolls
Since you left,
And methodically, I sink,
I’m quite borderline.
Always the same horizon,
A line of "I love you"
That forms a whirlpool
And pulls me down.
My life looks like,
Believe me, I swear,
My life looks like
The doldrums.
I’ve wasted my strength and my breath,
The weight of the air suffocates me.
I throw my heart overboard,
And leave it all to fate.
I can escape the traps,
The ocean protects me.
It knows how to dissolve sorrow,
It knows how to console sailors.
My life looks like,
Believe me, I swear,
My life looks like
The doldrums.
I’m no Vasco de Gama,
I’m nothing like a Genoese sailor.
The horizon is starting to move,
The water is starting to stir.
I’m sailing beyond,
Believe me, I swear,
I’m sailing beyond
The doldrums.

Pot au noir

Alchemical [Fusion] is a haunting progressive rock epic that conjures the eerie specter of nuclear annihilation. The song's narrative is woven from the words of J. Robert Oppenheimer, who famously declared "I am become Death, destroyer of worlds" as he witnessed the first atomic blast. The track's haunting harmonies and driving rhythms evoke the apocalyptic consequences of nuclear war, as eerie audio clips from Harry Truman's announcement of the atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki eerily underscore the song's themes. Through a maelstrom of soaring guitar solos and pounding drumbeats, "Alechmical [Fusion]" probes the dark heart of humanity's most devastating creation, leaving the listener to ponder the devastating consequences of our destructive potential.

Alchemical [Fusion]

Inspired by the microtonal Iranian music mode Bayat-e Zand.
Listen on headphones or stereo speakers.

Chilling in the Middle East

I am not a religious person
Happy New Year! 

Come gather round people
You won’t believe the news
The war has ended
And there is peace on earth, it's true!

The people made their stand
Arm in arm, and hand in hand
And there is freedom in our land

No more poverty and greed
No more homeless in the streets
No more leaders telling lies
No more borders to divide 

All the world has become one
And we’re righting all the wrongs
Can’t you hear the song
And angels sing above
Songs of grace, songs of love
And it gives us hope again
As they sing their sweet refrain
Throughout the land

“Peace on earth to everyone”

Peace On Earth (Christmas '24)

method: guitar, pedals, voice, audacity
narration: just what the poem says (okay, offering a clue to toying with the clew: there is light - lux - as the main topic here, things you can and cannot perceive, that might and might not be at all - beyond mere appearances. Remember, however, how a haiku works - surprise overcomes you in the last line, not the one before that which still sets the natural and supernatural scene, no matter the momentum of tension it builds! - ... and, of course, a bow to a certain British poet's perspective on totemism might be in the cards as well ;-)
image: copyright jo richter ... using the illustration on a packaging container  used to transport guitars

poem/ copyright jo richter:

in winter's midlight
crow's crystal inverse shadow
lifting fingered feet

luxury

And now... a moo-ment of zen, courtesy of "Big Cow Blues"...

MUSICIANS
Dave Turnbow - vocals, guitar

The Venerable Beads

Pastoral Sorbet

Tribrid: a three-way hybrid...term seems to have a recent resurgence due to popular culture. For me it was more about three sector mass spectrometry!! 

The rounds (Inst.)

James Geer