wow this is magical! so much talent in the instrumentation

All I Wanna Do Is Die

Part of the album "Die Umrandung des Nichts".

"How can the nothing be described without describing something that is around this nothing?" Georges Perec

First Track from Album "Die Umrandung des Nichts"

How can one create space for the absent by the presence of sound? Christiane Hommelsheim sings and plays on sound objects, Ralf Haarmann electronics and mandoline. With a central interest in loops, they create intertwined acoustic layers.
#meditation #calm #emiliatorrini #loops #relaxed

Die Umrandung des Nichts

In the Inside

haarmannhommelsheim - In the inside

Where Did It All Go Wrong?

A Big Rock for a music video with a lot of punch.
In this production I played all the instruments.

ROARING OUT LOUD

A song about looking ok on the outside

LYRICS:

You have to wait in line
You have to wait in line
Like you were told to
But you don't want to buy
No you don't want to buy
The life they sold you

Your eyes are turning red
Inside your spinning head
The lights are blinding
Any emotion fades
Behind your mirrored shades
I see you hiding
I see you hiding

We'll run away under cover of night and be gone
We'll spend our days turning newfound ways into song

I see you hiding
Yeah, I see you hiding

You have to wait in line
You have to wait in line
Like you were told to
But you don't want to buy
No you don't want to buy
The life they sold you

You have to wait in line
You have to wait in line
Like you were told to
You have to wait in line
You have to wait in line
I see you hiding

See You Hiding

"Dark Ascent" dives into the unexplored depths of post-rock, where each note is a step into a dark and compelling world. With this track, I revisit the melancholic atmospheres I cherish, while incorporating a darker dynamic and a sharper rhythm. The long build-up, punctuated by striking guitar riffs and enveloping synthesizers, reflects a personal journey towards discovering bold and profound sounds. This title marks a new milestone in my musical quest, exploring how tension and resolution can translate into emotional power and resonance.

Dark Ascent

City Asleep

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/il-ny-a-rien-voir
Translation above

Texte : Isabelle Le Gouic, du groupe Fip Ta Zik https://soundcloud.com/user-524852847
Musique et voix : Myckaël Marcovic

Text: Isabelle Le Gouic, from the group Fip Ta Zik https://soundcloud.com/user-524852847 
Music and vocals : Myckaël Marcovic

Il n’y a rien à voir

Sur la jetée de mon papier grimoire
Des rimes jetées
Qui s’arriment à la brume
Mon brouillard en errance
Posé sur un papelard
Il n’y a rien à voir
Sur la jetée de mon papier miroir
Des embruns jetés
Mes pensées que j’écume
Mon brouillard en partance
Sur mon papier bavard
Il n’y a rien à voir

Refrain :
Sur le journal où je m’épanche
Il n’y a rien à voir
J’écris à l’encre blanche
Sur un papier ivoire

Sur la jetée de mon papier mémoire
Souvenirs lancés
Mes vieilles balançoires
Les brouillons de l’enfance
Sur mon papier buvard
Il n’y a rien à voir
Sur la jetée de mon papier du soir
Encre blanch’ jetée
Comme une pleine lune
Qui s’élance en plein jour
Sur un papier blafard
Il n’y a rien à voir

Refrain :
Sur le journal où je m’épanche 
Il n’y a rien à voir
J’écris à l’encre blanche
Ma plume a peur du noir

Paroles : Isabelle Le Gouic
Musique : Myckaël Marcovic, le 14 juin 2024

There's nothing to see

On the pier of my grimoire paper
Discarded rhymes
That dock with the mist
My wandering fog
On a piece of paper
There's nothing to see
On the pier of my mirror paper
Spray thrown
My thoughts that I foam
My departing fog
On my chattering paper
There's nothing to see

Refrain :
On the newspaper where I pour out my heart
There is nothing to see
I write in white ink
On ivory paper

On the pier of my memory paper
Thrown memories
My old swings
Childhood drafts
On my blotting paper
There's nothing to see
On the pier of my evening paper
Bleached ink thrown away
Like a full moon
That rises in broad daylight
On a pale paper
There's nothing to see

Refrain :
On the newspaper where I pour out my heart 
There's nothing to see
I write in white ink
My pen is afraid of the dark

Lyrics: Isabelle Le Gouic
Music: Myckaël Marcovic, June 14, 2024

Il n'y a rien à voir (Isabelle Le Gouic / Myckaël Marcovic)

Mastered by A7 Recording Studio
Guitar: Taylor 150e 12-string

A review of love throughout my lifetime: childhood, first love, recent family.

Lyrics:
In a memory place, like a nursery rhyme,
A mother and father surrender their time,
And the children dream in a sleep that’s secure,
Safely embraced by a love that is pure.

Is it pure love, is it pure, pure love?
Is it fed by the source, is it simple enough?
Is it pure love, is it pure, pure love?
Sharing the light that the world is made of.

In a memory place, on a beach lost in time,
Two hearts are matched, and their bodies recline,
For the one, it’s grace, for the other, just fine,
Will it evolve by the purest design?

Is it pure love, is it pure, pure love?
Is it fed by the source, is it simple enough?
Is it pure love, is it pure, pure love?
Sharing the light that the world is made of.

It’s the pure, pure love that’s so hard to define,
It’s the pure, pure love, within a heart that’s kind.  Instr.

In a closer place, in an updated rhyme,
Three souls embrace on the Earth for a time,
And the animal’s trust, binds the humans like twine,
Does the shine in his eyes, reflect the divine?

Is it pure love, is it pure, pure love?
Is it fed by the source, is it simple enough?
Is it pure love, is it pure, pure love?
Sharing the light that the world is made of.
Oooh, oooh.

Pure Pure Love

Development of new solar drone synth including light to midi feature.
There is no sequencer used in this music.  It is entirely generated by incoming photons translated to midi.

There is an accompanying video:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2jl6YmjfHqE&lc=UgxCmnmdVQIRmX0zFyx4AaABAg

Solar Midi Drone V0.2 00216000

Together (feat. Khristine L)

Christiane Hommelsheim sings and plays on sound objects, Ralf Haarmann electronics and mandoline. With a central interest in loops, they create intertwined acoustic layers. Through the looper all sounds loose their corporality, they resolve within themselves, they appear and
disappear, they become soundfields, and soundshadows. Ocassionally a sentences might appear out of nowhere, and lingers unfinished in the space, like a piece of thought-furniture, that might develop within the ear of the listener before it retreats back out of focus. HAARMANNHOMMELSHEIM create poetics of absence, poetics of nothing.

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