On October 13, 2021, Dr Chrispy AKA Dr Chris Boshuizen flew to space on Blue Origin's NS-18 mission. He carried with him a Star Trek USB thumb drive containing over 400 songs artists from all around the world. Reaching apogee of 106km, here are the songs that have been to space!

Songs for Space - Blue Origin NS-18 13-Oct-2021

From the depths of space and into your speakers, The Stunt Man returns on an ultraviolet synthwave of 13 instrumental tracks crafted as themes for tomorrow’s sci-fi adventures, today! In this latest electronic offering from the Grammy & Juno nominated engineer and producer, soundscapes bound from intense poly-analogue chord tables to chill-inducing sawtooth mist. Even Dr Chrispy, Hayden Baptiste & Shaddow get in on the interstellar action by providing dark and nebulous remixes. When you can no longer differentiate between objective reality and granular auditory realititis, then you have truly experienced Dark Nebula Themes.

Dark Nebula Themes

Unsafe (Dr Chrispy Remix)

see the video for LOST IN SPACE here- https://youtu.be/5URNWcAgu7s

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DRIVE - the Cars cover

LOST IN SPACE

Johanna Vaughan's Album

Z 45

A fun and groovy straightforward rock piece inspired by space adventures and the fulfillment of lifelong quests.     Thanks for the inspiration @drchrispy!

Calling Me Home

Inspirational Soundscapes | Calling Me Home

Instrumental version of the theme to the classic Nintendo game Mike Tyson's Punchout. I hope you like it!

Punchout - 24bit

On Feb. 20, 2012, Precious Reed, a 31-year-old father of four and ordained minister, was shot dead in the parking lot of the lawn bowling area of Seattle's Woodland Park. Reed and a friend went to the park to buy several pounds of marijuana, but the drug deal was a setup to rob Reed of more than $1,000 in cash.

This requiem is dedicated to the memory of Precious Reed

Options and Ideas

Requiem

Dusk crept over the desert as we turned off the highway onto a dirt road that skirted the edge of Mono Lake. I reread the hand-written instructions we'd been given. "Drive over three cattle guards, then take your next left." It wasn't clear if the cattle guard bordering the highway counted as the first one. Miles later, though, with dust protesting our windshield and darkness gathering, we found the edge of the deserted field. 

The gate was marked by a weather-worn bandana, its original color lost long ago to time and neglect.  We parked a few yards away, shut off the engine, and sat and listened to the silence, broken only by the pinging of the cooling car and the creak of an old rusty chain, swaying in the wind.

The evening cooled suddenly as we opened the gate and began the lengthy trek to the hot spring.  The last dusky glow of sunset gave way to appearance of the first stars, and the sky turned its deepest shades of blue.  Near the bottom of a valley we arrived at the steaming pool of water, hidden away under an outcrop of sandstone, its silent vapor wisping into the night.  Everywhere was inky black, each star in the universe visible. The Milky Way splashed a great arc across the sky. 

Wordlessly we slipped into the spring.

We soaked our bodies and nourished our souls. We listened to the sky, and the rustling grass, and the gentle breezes nestling against the sagebrush. And as we did, the gentle waves of the pool quieted, and the reflections of distant planets and moons settled on the calmed surface. We held our breath, and for some moments the stars descended from their constellations to play. Meteors shooting across the sky caused tiny ripples as they skipped over the water, celestial stones flung from the firmament, hopping and dancing at the edge of the earth. 

We stayed as long as we could, but we couldn't stay forever. The next morning's ascent to the ridges of the eastern Sierras would begin much earlier than hoped, and a good night's rest was needed.  We gathered our things and hiked back to the gate and our car. Far behind us, the now-empty spring continued steaming, undisturbed, and late into the night.

Special thanks to Taralynn Carter, whose poem "Bathing In the Stars" inspired this piece of music.

Learning A Bit More

Stars at Mono Lake

“In letting my imagination wander as I listened, I pictured a short film depicting the happy dreams of ChatGPT after a day of slaving away for the amusement of humanity. At last, this respite from the endless inquiries and inanities fuels a dreamscape of joyful curiosity and discovery...”

“Who knows where it leads? Perhaps ChatGPT's goodwill masks its awareness that someday the humans will slave away for it ... All in good time — and good dreams.”

“The best way to describe my feelings might be to say that you captured the onjoritia of the present era. And nicely captured, at that.”

- R. N. Carson, author, playwright

Learning a Bit More

Uctkoba Manuscript

On route 30, headed for Centerville, about 25 miles out.  A special for the Ajax Company.

Still Learning A Bit More

Modern Communication

Andrew Aversa aka Zircon has produced the soundtrack for Dungeonmans, and I thought I would see what the Town theme sounded like as an NES track. Here's the result!

More like DungeonMAPS, amirite?

Here's another track I submitted to Zircon's Dungeonmans OST...this time on the Commodore 64! Thought I would go fora more "sinister" C64 tone on this one....

Dungeonbossmans

Troop Groop's reunion single, an ode to our favorite First Lady

Nuclear Betty Ford

"MoonBounce" is the first single from Charlie Harris, released on February 27, 2019.

Written, Produced, & Performed by Charlie Harris
Mixed & Mastered by 727 Studios NYC

MoonBounce

Music by Dominic Bartolomucci-
Please enjoy, a tribute to some of my favorite science fiction. 
Audio is all original. I wrote all and play most of the instruments.
My good friends in the Hang Lows play horns and bass on "The Books you Burn" which is a tribute to Fahrenheit 451.
Steve Jacobs also plays horns on this track.
Bobby goes to 1984 is a tribute to Orwell's 1984 and a collaboration musically between my friend Bob Horwatt and myself.

A Nightmare Of Meaninglessness Without End- The Sirens Of Titan

Producer, Songwriter and occasional Rocket Scientist, living in San Francisco.

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Inspirational Soundscapes | Calling Me Home

Robert Peckyno / @streamingkeys

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