live in the studio improvisation with some percussion overdubs. (circa 2007)
Pajaro Canzani (tiple, percussion) 
Daniel Diaz (percussion, flutes, tarka, pinkullo, pifilca)


for this haiku:

if a touch
could heal
spring rain

Haiku by C.X.Turner 
photo by Hulki Okan Tabak

@naviarrecords

Tolteca Healing Touch (naviarhaiku433)

En Retard !!

...Silence - the Universe moves through the Soul...

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The Whole Of One Half

Lake Michigan, Chicago Chess Pavilion.
In memory of Ron Washington.

Friend

high noon–
the reed sparrow sings
to a silent river

haiku by haiku by Kobayashi Issa https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/kobayashi-issa

picture by Åsmund Gimre https://unsplash.com/@asmundgimre

For more information visit http://www.naviarrecords.com/about/naviar-haiku

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halF silenT [naviarhaiku437]

Marco Lucchi : Mellotron and synthesizer

24 giugno 2022

piccolo studio in modo misolidio

This is based on what I've learned from the organ works of the French avant-garde composer Messiaen -- who was once such a prisoner himself. Political prisoners, of course, are never called such by the governments holding them. Still, there are infallible ways to tell. But for more on this topic I must send you to the video version here: 
https://rumble.com/v1kv785-our-lady-of-political-prisoners.html

Our Lady of Political Prisoners

Love In Orbit Part One

Odd Smile

Method: Overdubbing to create that folksy ballad feel - in an eerie way
Narration: On the popular side of my romanticism (and my skills in pastiche text composition), this is a MORITAT - a warning song played by travelling minstrels or BÄNKELSÄNGER, somewhat like a murder ballad. A young girl (Lottchen) is seduced by a passing band of strangers, flees with them and later returns pregnant. In detail: A remote family farmstead in the early 19th century. In the first verse, the travellers try to impress the children, in the second verse they try to impress the elderly. They hope to trigger longing and yearning for far away landscapes - which does not work in both cases. In the third verse, they trade vain promises among themselves. There is one thing they are experienced in, though: feasting and telling tall stories. In the fourth verse, the father warns and threatens to send for the constable. In the fifth verse, the mother warns young Lottchen that "only what's loose drifts with the wind". In the sixth verse Lottchen has vanished along with the journeypeople and her loss is mourned. In the last verse, Lottchen returns with child.
Note: I tried to make the cover as tacky as .... welll .... others .....

Lyrics / copyright jo richter
(as published in 'chi' under the title 'los'):

den kindern erzählen sie von den bergen,
von hohen gipfeln in stein.
die kinder lächeln schüchtern:
wer will denn so einsam sein?


vor den alten prahlen sie lauthals mit der
weite des meeres, der see.
die alten grummeln mürrisch:
ihre schale fasst nur noch tee.
  

sich selbst geben sie große versprechen,
doch halten diese nie ein.
dafür wissen sie zu zechen
und fröhlich beisammen zu sein.


das sind, sagt der vater, alles bloß gauckler,
sänger und reisendes pack,
gewürm aus dem schoß von dieben:
die holt der gendarm bald ab.


die mutter schaut zu, schweigt und setzt sich
neben das lottchen, ihr kind.
bleib sitzen, lottchen, bleib sitzen:
nur loses treibt mit dem wind.
 

im frühdichten nebel des morgens, ach,
ist keine spur mehr zu sehn:
ach lottchen, mein herzliebchen,
was musstest du mit ihnen gehn?


die drehleier summt, die drehorgel walzert,
das lottchen kommt wieder heim.
 lieb hergott hilf, sie trägt ein kind,
das lottchen kommt nicht allein.

lieb lottchen

Lieb Lottchen

Sounds recorded and mixed by kingy.j. i 
call this psychedelic low-fi 
reverse flute with heart beat as the ‘vinyl crackle’

Psychedelic Lemonade

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