hell yeah, sounds fckn dope.... what kind of rigs do you use?

outHEAR New Music Week: Sophie Schafleitner - violin, Dimitrios Polisoidis - viola, Gregory Chalier - flute, Elena Arbonies Jauregui - bass clarinet

tres glosas - Klangforum Wien and PPCM Graz - Live

Lies

method: crave, voice (through VT4 and equalizer) into zoom r20.
narration: it‘s absurd. the title does not refer to a category made-up by baumgarten. it could refer to one by jean paul sartre, though.

poem / copyright jo richter:

traffic is organized in a two-lane manner, so
that cars, lorries and motorbikes constantly fail to
crash frontally which can not be said for the surrounding air

he remembers a conversation with someone he
had been married to when he felt like suffocating
in plain air, that unidirectional had been her approach

it‘s the atmosphere, akasha, the morphogenetic field
that holds the relational world together, connects
and distributes, unlike the one-way arrow of light

the art of budging is not a martial art at all, he
understands, those who belittle the understood will not
give in to understanding, misconception will prevail

hell is other people, sartre shouted into the void, referring
to those who mistake themselves for the holy flame, who
have not yet learned that breathing means sharing

from an atomic point of view, everything
is a hyperobject, distributed within a medium made
of attractions, repulsions, interconnections and dialogue

and the lines of interference come about when
observed only, when the amorpheous non-understood
is dragged along by the causal, carousel force of a mind understanding

gnoseologia alterior

gnoseologia alterior (soundscape)

Balance

Andrew Caldecott knows how to write evil characters. Cosmo Vane (from Momenticon) is a great example: sociopathic ambition fused with a dangerously sadistic instability...

Cosmo Vane (A Short Study Of Evil)

Solemn & Ash

Pacific

Performed by David Cooper

Written By:

David Cooper - Music

Ron Todd - Lyrics

It was on a bright Spring morning 
Just another routine day 
That soon would change forever
When Misty went away

She played down by the cornfields 
Just a little girl of ten 
Never came back through the garden gate 
Never heard or seen again

Chorus

Little Misty where'd you go to
all those many years ago 
Your mama she still calls for you
Standing by the kitchen door 
Your daddy found the bottle 
And his own sense of misery 
Now he sits there in the darkness
Thinking how things might have been

This was back in ninety five
In the town of Jackson Wells 
Her mama tried to find her 
By the river and the fells

But all the calls went silent 
Within the rustling of the trees 
And hopes they slowly faded 
All they had were memories

Chorus

Bridge

They said everybody loved her 
She was known throughout the town 
They searched all through the seasons
Even as the snow came down.

Solo

Dark clouds fell on Jackson 
The place was never the same 
Fingers pointing everywhere 
But no one took the blame.

And now all these years later 
There's a quiet eerie still 
The town it never recovered 
And I doubt it ever will

Chorus

So Little Misty where'd you go to
all those many years ago 
Your mama she still calls for you
standing by the kitchen door  
Your sister was so lonely 
Though she tried hard to move on 
For she was just a girl of six years
Now a woman of thirty one 

End

And are you still around somewhere 
with your hazel eyes and your golden hair 
Maybe you'll come back some day 
To the cornfields where you used to play 
Yes maybe someday 
Little Misty  ....................Little Misty.

Little Misty (Cooper/Todd Collaboration)

Rising ver. 2

Summer boots 
When they shine 
We laughed 
We cried 
Under open skies 

Naked skin on the asphalt 
We run 
The joy 
We were so young 

Sometimes we don’t understand 
What it was 
Or what it meant 
I’m sure that I was here before 
Different place 
Same yellow door 

Summer boots 
How they shine 
We laughed 
We cried 
Arms open wide 
Light sparkles through the leaves 
Sweet promises 
We believed 

We’re only fifteen 

Sometimes we don’t understand 
What it was 
Or what it meant 
I’m sure that I was here before 
Different times 
Same yellow door 

Sometimes we don’t understand 
What it was 
Or what it meant 
I’m sure that I was here before 
Different place 
Same yellow door 

Summer boots 
When they shine 
We laughed 
We cried 
Under open skies 

Naked skin on the asphalt 
We run 
The joy 
We were so young


Solemn & Ash

HAZEL

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