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This track is based especially on can percussions hover which I played keyboard. Mind Palace refers to a mnemonic technique. This is probably the last track I share here from the album SOUL PULSE which combines singing bowls, tongue drums, custom percussions and electronics. 

Soul Pulse

Mind Palace

Take my hand, 
Walking through this land

Drinking in the scene
Of a late evening sky

The silence of the trees
Holds us like a stone

Only for tonight
Under heaven's light

We're frozen monuments
Time's star witnesses

We're here together
Seeing places unknown

In the majestic haze
Of the Milky Way
Time's star witnesses

Where voices on the wind
Make our heads spin

We're here together
Seeing places unknown
Time's star witnesses

Take my hand, 
Walking through this land

Drinking in the scene
Of a late evening sky

We're here together
Seeing places unknown

Time's star witnesses

The silence of the trees
Holds us like a stone

Only for tonight
Under heaven's light

In the majestic haze
Of the Milky Way

We're frozen monuments
So take my hand
And make a memory

Where voices on the wind
Make our heads spin

We're here together
Seeing places unknown
Time's star witnesses

Medusa's Children

A dark pulsing beat, dreamy pads + sparkling arps and a gnarly baseline. I love those ingredients.

All sounds build from scratch with native #Bitwig devices.

Dead Or Alive

Trippy 4K Techno Experience!
Hypnotic warehouse drive—glass seed pulses, map hums back.
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Warehouse visualizer: teal haze, sunflower halos, 123 BPM.
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Prologue: The City That Forgot Its Corners

The city had no right angles anymore. Years of slow migration in its own sleep had rounded every edge into a soft, treacherous kindness. Streets drooped like ribbons. Towers leaned in to hear each other breathe. At night, light pooled in bowls and refused to climb the walls. People blamed the damp, or the age of foundations, or the recent habit the wind had of returning lost words.

Sen walked through it with the steady patience of someone who carried a task heavier than their shadow. Their satchel held a glass seed—smooth, thumb-sized, faintly warm—taken from a mineral library deep under the old quay. The librarians had warned that it wasn’t a seed at all, but an organ, the kind you could add to a place in order to give it a new sense. “Don’t plant it in soil,” they’d said. “Plant it in a problem.”

The city’s problem was the same every city kept hidden: it had forgotten where it ended. Some nights its borders drifted so far that fog felt foreign; some mornings the outer districts woke up looking at mountains that weren’t on any chart. The mayor had asked for better fences. Sen, a cartographer too stubborn for fences, had asked for the seed.

On the night that began the end of drifting, the seed woke. Not with light, not with sound, but with vibration—a low, velvet hum that traveled up Sen’s bones and mapped out a direction behind the ears. When Sen faced that way, the hum smoothed. When they turned aside, it rasped. That was how Sen knew the thing was a map: it cared when they cheated.

The seed’s hum pulled them through the city’s softened streets to a battered iron wicket that had never opened for anyone sober. Beyond it lay a scar of land no one managed to name—the Orchard of Glass to some, the Prism Orchard to those who liked their danger with geometry—the place where trees grew mirrors and fruit pretended to be planets. At the orchard’s edge, the air carried the flavor of cold coin and rainwater under stone. Mushrooms at the roots of the iron fence opened teal gills and breathed out a pause, like a door deciding whether to be a door.

Sen set the glass seed on their palm. It rolled toward the fence and pressed itself against the iron. The hum pressured Sen’s ribs. The wicket sighed and forgot that it had ever been locked.

“Show me,” Sen said to no one and to the seed and to the orchard. The hum approved.

They stepped through.

I — Threshold Sap

Inside, the orchard’s darkness was organized. The trunks were columns. The leaves were ruled lines. Moss laid out a grid with small, amber nodes, and every so often one node blinked and sent a ripple through its neighbors until the whole mat had agreed on something quiet.

Continues on the website: https://grasspatchbum.com/2025/09/01/a-map-that-hums-back/

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A Map That Hums Back | Psychedelic Music Video @ YouTube

found myself jamming with the birds and sounds of the neighborhood, placed a mic at the studio window screen, ordered field mic stereo pair for further exploration

sequential take 5 w/ poly beeb0->boss space echo
moog muse
tascam board recording

morning jam

Noise

Here's a remix of a beautiful vocal by https://soundcloud.com/wildsilences_music


You can listen to her original here;

https://soundcloud.com/wildsilences_music/dreams-extended-version


Cover art created with https://www.canva.com/

Wildsilences - Dreams (RiZLiX Remix)

Ambiant

happenstance

Sorry, for by deleting this track by misstake.

Crystal Orbit

Real Warrior
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Warrior

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Need change - going harder.

Techno, Trance, Psytech, Psytrance, and other liquid psychedelic music is where I'm the happiest but I do love a lot of Latin, Tribal, Trip Hop, Lofi, Chillhop so occasionally I'll release something off-beat.

------ Past-Tense Shenanigans ------

Born in the dust-filled vibes of a ‘90s apartment, Grass Patch Bum started spinning records back when vinyl was king and internet cafes were revolutionary. Armed with a crate of vinyl, Grass Patch Bum dived headfirst into underground raves and sweaty house parties, learning the art of blending beats on turntables and (eventually) the "futuristic" CDJs. But the journey didn't stop there.

After taking a hiatus to dive into the world of FL Studio and dissect the mechanics of production, Grass Patch Bum came back stronger, with a repertoire of original sounds and the technical chops to match. Fast forward, and they've turned dancefloors upside down from Thailand to Vietnam, Bali to the heart of Europe. Now, powered by Ableton Live and a creative arsenal that refuses to stay in one genre, Grass Patch Bum weaves sonic journeys that blend groove, grit, and just a sprinkle of nostalgia for the good ol' days.

Catch him live for a taste of nostalgia, modern beats, Latin grooves, electronic melodies, and a wide range of liquid sounds. Whether it's a tropical beach in Thailand or an underground club in Berlin, Grass Patch Bum brings thems booty movements like no other.