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BARUCH ATA

Live recording at Radio Tempo Não Pára (29.04.2023)

Artist: @louisvogue

Louis Vogue @ Radio TNP 29.04.2023

מיקס מעורבל של תחושות, תשדירים וטיונים שמספרים על השקיעה/ההחלמה הבלתי נמנעת של ישראל

הוקלט ברדיו תדר אף אם בצאת יום ה״עצמאות״ ה75 למדינת ישראל
 תודה רבה לאיתמר שלמה כהן על האירוח
 ולאיציק גיל אביזוהר על ההקלטה של מטס חייל האוויר

מִפְּנֵי שִׁיבָה תָּקוּם

"Audição no Ilê" é um momento no mês onde celebramos produções fonográficas que foram (e em alguns casos ainda são) comercializadas aqui na Ilê Discos.
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"Audição no Ilê" is a moment once in a month were we celebrate obscure productions that usually are sold here in Ilê Discos, Rio de Janeiro.

Less respect for mixing, more respect for research.

Audição no Ilê - 17.07.2023

Estudio de un invierno, which translates to "Study of a winter," is a two-track EP in which reflections upon shadow & light are addressed sonically by the interaction of low and high frequencies.

Umbra refers to the darkest and innermost part of a shadow—a total occultation. Sine waves unfold over a layer of crisp synthetic sounds, gradually rising until complete silence is reached. The occultation here represented also means a beginning: vulnerability, indeterminacy, uncertainty, and potentiality.

Penumbra refers to the area where only a portion of the light source is obscured by an occluding body—a partial eclipse. As frequencies interact, beatings, movement, and contrast emerge slowly, creating a sonic space where opposites delicately nurture each other.

Both phenomena studied in this work further explore and reveal María's inner and delicate world.

Composed during the winter of 2022-2023, and will be released on summer of 2023.

Penumbra

Intrinsic beauty of randomness::as part of his new project::saffam’s subsequent recall of lost memories::archive of unfashionable dichotomies used as a playground of his own experimentation. 


https://soundcloud.com/alapamvahamatam

WU:M002 - tell me what you know about death

Mogura 1st release on alapam <3 this is a collection of tracks that have been composed back then in covid times In my mom house. the last one is new yet shares similar elements.

Decunstracting A Mind Of Heroin Addict

Time Travel / Music selection for kaufhaus

A brew of meditative, cinematic jazz and uplifting ‘modern soul’, featuring a handful of new and forthcoming tracks from the College Of Knowledge catalogue. These pieces strike a balance of reflectiveness and positivity, two qualities essential to a peaceful and productive Monday morning in our household.

https://www.stampthewax.com/2020/10/12/monday-morning-mixtape-322/

Monday Morning Mixtape for Stamp The Wax

The project is a collaboration with Jan Exner @exner from 2016. We divided the poem "Aufbruch" into six parts. With music and sounds Jan created a fascinating acoustic imagery. Lets go ⇢

Jan Exner : Guitar / Synths / Mix / Production
Karin Tarabochia: Text / Voice / Image

Aufbruch
1 
Aufbruch! Was war, fällt ab. Knöpf’ meinen Kragen auf.
 Zieh’ die Weste aus, an der noch Land hängt. Warte ab.  
Was klammert, saugt, in Zaum hält, bröckelt und springt. 
Mein Schneckenloch, mein Honigfuß, mein Schritt ins Leere  
und endlich Fall, Bruch, Sturz … und Landen!

Departure. What was, falls off. Unbutton my collar.
Take off the vest with land still hanging on it. Wait.
What clings, sucks, bridles, (now) crumbles and cracks.
My snail hole, my honey foot, my step into the void …
And finally fall, break, plunge ... and landing!

2 
Neubeginn verschieben, unendlich lang?
 Das Ende aufzäumen, und den Anfang aufspüren? 
Erfüllung vorwegnehmen?
 
Postpone a new beginning, infinitely long? 
Bridling the end and tracking down the beginning? 
Anticipate fulfillment?

3 
Schnipp’ die Leine durch, lass Haus und Hof 
und was ich schuf, rollt durch den Kopf. 
Dreh' mich aus dem Schleiertanz.
Spann' meinem Wagen andere Pferde –  
höher geht’s und weiter!
Sonnenfahrt!  Der Täuschung abschwören - 
Wütend platzt mein Innerstes und gibt frei: 
Anemone, Traumpferd, das ein Holzbein schwingt.
 Am goldenen Wagen im Sturmwind treiben –  
den Füßen fehlt Boden, den Händen fehl'n Sprossen. 
Nichts da, nur Lederhaut an Sohlen und Schwielen.

Snap the leash, leave house and yard
and what I created rolls through my head.
Turn me out of the veil dance.
Bring other horses to my carriage -
Higher it goes and further! Sun trip!
Renounce deception -
Enraged my innermost bursts and releases:
Anemone, dream horse swinging a wooden leg.
Floating on the golden chariot in the storm
and the feet are missing ground, the hands are missing rungs,
nothing there, just leather skin on the soles and calluses.

4
Träume meinen Flusslauf vom Anfang zum Ende
und schwimme zurück, dorthin wo ich bin.  
Fisch sein! Springen! Am Ufer lachen sie
und manchmal hält das Fischmaul die Trommel an  
und hört Sirenen singen.

Dream my river from the beginning to the end
and swim back to where I am.
Being fish. Leaping. On the bank they laugh.
Sometimes the fish's mouth stops the drum,
hears sirens singing.

5 
Wir müssen diesen Platz verlassen,
so schnell wie möglich unsern Kopf vergessen,
 der benommen Geschichten schwatzt, vergisst.  
An Scheiben rinnen Tränen. 
Was befürchtet war, wird wahr, vergeht.  
Am Weg besteht, was ist.

Mich nicht messen an anderen, mich nicht missen! 
Nicht verkaufen, dem Anderssein weglaufen!  
Mich am Fluss einfinden, wer ich war, wer ich bin,
im Zwischenraum die Zwischenfrau. 
Den Mädchentraum beenden,
den Zeitraum größer drehen und kleiner,
 Schritte sehen, die fest am Boden.
Ich war weg und komme wieder.

We have to leave this place,
as soon as possible forget our head 
who gossips stupid stories and forgets. 
Tears run down the panes. 
What was feared will come true and pass. 
On the way persists what is.

Not compete with others, not miss me,
not sell myself, nor run away from being different.
Find myself by the river, who I was, who I am,
in the interspace the interwomen.
End the girl's dream, turn the period bigger and smaller,
See footsteps firmly on the ground. 
I was gone and I'll be back.

6 
Lass’ mich nicht hängen und bis zum letzten Tag warten, 
bis ich mein Blut abgebe und mein Gesicht sich ins Tuch drückt.
Nicht bücken und suchen, mich zwischen Spuren verfluchen. 
Das Ziel sehen, nahe bei mir:  
Ich bin Traube. Ich bin Straße. Ich bin Mensch.

Not leave me hanging, waiting until the last day,
until I give up my blood and press my face into the cloth.
Not bend down and search, curse myself between tracks.
See the goal, close to me: I am grape, I am street, I'm human.

BARUCH ATA

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