Remaking the iconic BBC production, for my nephews

The True Bride - Remake

Rinse FM Podcasts

Ciel: 50th show! - 05 February 2024

Cycling guitar, cycling gender wayang, 7 dreams

Llama Song (Rehearsal. Feb 2024)

At Field Maneuvers 2023, Bored Lord took the Sunday night FM Tent on a frothy joyride that she said was "dedicated to the historic relationship between ravers in California and the UK."

@boredlord @fieldmaneuvers

Find out more about Field Maneuvers 2024: https://ra.co/news/80472

RA Live - Bored Lord - Field Maneuvers, UK

Sub:system resident Jacques Adda steps up for Transmissions 013, providing us with a beautiful mix just over 2 hours, awashed with sumptuous deep hypnotic techno and accelerated trance.

@jacques-adda

S:S 013 Jacques Adda

Spontaneous Collective

Featuring
Remy Geoffroy - Vocals, Jews Harp 
Jack Haigh - Guitar
Leonardo Cini - Violin
Luigi Cassanova - Bass
Andre Alexander - beat
Rob Shipster - percussion, flute, karimba

Produced by Rob Shipster

Spontaneous Collective - Mazele

Lullaby

Vocals               - Isabella Copleston
Lyrics                - Isabella Copleston
Guitar                - Charlie Cawood
Guzheng           - Muqi Li
Cello                  - Rob Shipster
All other parts - Rob Shipster

Recorded, produced, mixed and mastered by Rob Shipster

Lullaby

Happy Christmas Mum and Dad, in it together, Love Rob

Muqi Li - Guzheng
Rob Shipster - Cello, clarinet, flute, all other parts
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Rob Shipster


The Darkling Thrush 
BY THOMAS HARDY


I leant upon a coppice gate 
      When Frost was spectre-grey, 
And Winter's dregs made desolate 
      The weakening eye of day. 
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky 
      Like strings of broken lyres, 
And all mankind that haunted nigh 
      Had sought their household fires. 

The land's sharp features seemed to be 
      The Century's corpse outleant, 
His crypt the cloudy canopy, 
      The wind his death-lament. 
The ancient pulse of germ and birth 
      Was shrunken hard and dry, 
And every spirit upon earth 
      Seemed fervourless as I. 

At once a voice arose among 
      The bleak twigs overhead 
In a full-hearted evensong 
      Of joy illimited; 
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, 
      In blast-beruffled plume, 
Had chosen thus to fling his soul 
      Upon the growing gloom. 

So little cause for carolings 
      Of such ecstatic sound 
Was written on terrestrial things 
      Afar or nigh around, 
That I could think there trembled through 
      His happy good-night air 
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew 
      And I was unaware.

Strings of Broken Lyres

This is a mashup DJ set, of bootlegs, remixes and mashups of all sorts of genres. All bootlegs conceived by Rob. ENJOY! 

A big thank you to everyone who came, and also the Tribe of Doris for putting on such a great stage, and organising such great activities in the healing field. 

It was such a fun night, to top off yet another magical Shambala. 

Lots of love

Shambala 2017 @ the Koo Kou's Nest, Tribe of Doris

an interlude, a prelude, if you're in the mood for a quaalude



Cannot find artist to credit, if anyone knows please shout in me ear'ole

drifter

space basket

presenting a hand, and a toe >||< baby steps until we dish it right 

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