An absolute pleasure to listen to this exceptional track

Cool synthwave merged with funky parts, it's super interesting and nice to hear

This is very atmospheric‼️ I love it❣️

Loving how your music tells a story, diverging/twists and turns

great big beautiful expanse Jeroen.the different synths act like a little time travel ,some 70s some 80s and 90s make itdifferent skies throughout ,great job,Bedankt

Okee, weg met Vangelis en Jean-Michel Jarre, vanaf nu alleen nog maar Hega!

Brilliant dynamics , excellent composition , this has such a nice feel

A song about doubt, fears and holding on. 

It has been mastered by Ryan at RCD Audio. 

Lyrics:

This washed out, mid week Morning

This morning you said you loved me
Where the hell did that come from?
I’ve been waiting months for some affection 
Now this just trips off your tongue!
On this washed out, midweek morning, 
There’s hope again! 

My routine has been disrupted 
As I’m thinking about your words
For weeks I thought that it was over
But now it seems a future’s there for us  
on this washed out, midweek morning, 
Confusion grows

And doubts intrude where trusting thoughts reside
I know I can sense it
I’m sure there’s a reason
For you to have this change of mind  
On this washed out, midweek morning 
I Feel so unsure 

And I could dig a little deeper
Yeah I could really shake that tree 
But i don’t want confirmation 
Now you’ve said you love me!
On this washed out, midweek morning 
Let’s move on! 

And doubts intrude where trusting thoughts reside 
I know I can sense it
I’m sure there’s a reason 
For you to have this change of mind
On this washed out, midweek morning, 
I’ll ignore to love 

James Whiteman Copyright May 2023

This washed out, midweek morning (RCD MASTER)

The penny farthing.

Take Me Bring Me Home

H-Abraham's Cat

... all instruments by me, the clarinet is played with the Akai EWI :-)
photo by Tom Barrett

Long Shadows

Bright Sky

Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches a.k.a. Jo Richter (@sonic-textures) wrote a series of 13 poems or cantos collectively titled Departure. He shared the texts with me, Stonerjazz, and Re-Evolution Cafe Orchestra and we have been working on the project of bringing them alive with music and soundscapes. We are hoping more SC artists will join us! Please reach out if you're interested in doing a reading. Check out the full playlist of Cantos so far here: https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/departure-a-long-poem-in

On this track, the poem is read by Jo. He also created much of the soundscape. I contributed the bassier and more synthetic sounding parts.

poem / copyright jo richter

How long he stayed, he could not tell.
He worked ferociously, sounding all
existence that had touched upon him into
being: the smell of meadows, the curl of
ripples, the calm that centers in a storm;
the timbre of voices, the straight lines of buildings,
the aloofness of announcers on the radio.
His desk was cluttered, his mind strove clear.

When he did not write, he‘d read up on
the origins of his ancient art: Vergil and Dante,
Marlow and Shakespeare, Homer and Joyce,
Ovidus, Cervantes, Rabelais and Wieland.
He felt the linguistic seeds, blown from foreign
stems, grow filaments deep in his native soil, he
saw them ripen, flower profusely, yielding
their beauty to ever-changing mentalities.

And as his insight widened and he gained
perspective, the rows of encyclopedias
and dictionaries that lined his shelves
slimmed down, as he gave up consulting
English for French and German, these for
Latin and Greek, those for Persian and Sanskrit,
until he only referred to Indo-European roots.
His desk turned clear, his mind became uncluttered.

Eventually, he also slept and dreamt
whenever the veil sank upon him.
Guarded by the spire‘s safe walls, he would
awaken slowly, remembering outlandish
lore, scribbling notes and poems of bizarre
truthfulness and penning recollections of his
archetypal ties. Some of his realistic verse de-
rived from fragments of prolonged poetic trance.

His muse meanwhile taught him to cook, the
art of mixing individual ingredients to bring about
a taste all of its own that nourishes both mind and
physicality. The painters tend to fixate on surface
and colour, she said, the musicians on timing
the process, whereas the poets never get anything
done, enchanted by words like ‚ginger‘ or ‚yeast‘.
All of their dishes taste awful.

Departure: Canto IV w/ sonic structures and silent stretches

Blazing comet.

Love and pain
Love knows pain

If  You really love
If  You really love
If  You really love
Uhu

Love and pain
Love knows pain

You are in danger
When love takes over 
When love takes over
When Your feelings 
Take control

Danger
When love takes over
When love takes over
When love takes over
Danger
When love takes over
When love takes over
When love takes over
Danger
When love takes over
When love takes over
When love takes over

Love and pain
Love knows pain

If  You really love
If  You really love
If  You really love

Love and pain
Love knows pain

You are in danger
When love takes over
When love takes over
When Your feelings 
Take control

Danger
When love takes over
When love takes over
When love takes over
Danger
When love takes over
When love takes over
When love takes over
Danger
When love takes over
When love takes over
When love takes over

Love and Pain

Mindscaping

School Days 21: Tremoforge 4 (Original Soundtrack)￼

Sending Holiday Cheer Through Cyberspace

New album; https://hega.bandcamp.com/album/hega-x

I make electronic music (and also Pop, Rock etc).

Musical influences;
Tangerine Dream, Ozric Tentacles, Plaid, Air, Younger Brother, Kraftwerk, Dead Can Dance, Fink, Vangelis, Orbital, Banco De Gaia, New Order, Enigma, Pink Floyd, Azmari, Underworld etc.

I also like painting.
Check my website for my paintings;
https://www.jeroen-huizenga.nl/

Check also; @soundcloud.com/gardensofhega
Genres; Dance, EDM, Electronic etc.

Bright Sky

Hega

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