Remix of this track many people here liked.
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Paradoxe D'Olbers (augmented)

I was imagining what all might be happening in a living neural network.
Is it merely a summing of various electrical potentiation
which results in the synapse firing, or is there possibly
some ephemeral packet of information along for the ride?

It seemed if there were something like that,
and there were some direction to it,
it might be like a passenger moving along a railway,
with multiple rails running in parallel.
Are they totally insulated from sharing this imagined information,
coming to some almost alien and rudimentary realizations...
based on who knows what?

But certainly, it would all be far to fast to keep track of in any instance.

Though, it could be further imagined that it might be possible
to slow this train to the point that we could crawl into this movement
to experience it at a much more leisurely pace.

It was these kinds of thoughts that I was meddling with
when I became curious for what might represent the firing of the synapse.
I decided upon the sound of an electric arc zapping,
only stretching that audio out in time,
sending it into a much more powerful bass experience.

After each discharge, 
we would once again be accelerated down a new set of tracks.

Of course any such discharge would fry a living network...
but again it is all only a musing.

Synapse

no espero mas

La macchina dell’abbondanza ci ha dato povertà. La scienza ci ha trasformato in cinici, l’avidità ci ha resi duri e cattivi. Pensiamo troppo e sentiamo poco. Più che macchinari, ci serve umanità. Più che abilità, ci serve bontà e gentilezza. Senza queste qualità, la vita è violenza e tutto è perduto."
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The machine of abundance has given us poverty. Science has turned us into cynics, greed has made us hard and evil. We think too much and feel little. More than machinery, we need humanity. More than skill, we need goodness and kindness. Without these qualities, life is violence and all is lost."

Natale Anni 80  • 🌲    2023

See also: 
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/album/0bREnowKOP8TeEFgWd0MWe?si=1TSN2KDZTLu3LRi1pxYHYA
Youtube (with Scores): https://youtu.be/OEr_OsCbRMg

This laid back song takes its course without many surprises, just like a afternoon where you have nothing specific to do. Your mind wanders around from here to there, not really resting on a specific topic but without haste thinking about this and that.

Compositionwise: Most of the song plays with a delay of an eigth beat between the left and the right hand. Typically, the right hand follows the left hand thus creating a relaxed and laid back feeling. However, at times, the delay when playing shifted quarter beats in the left and right, leads to the music sounding more agitated though both hands have actually relatively slow metrums. (e.g. @ 0.35 or @ 1:20). The main motive arrives three times in the song in different variations with a relatively long (@ 1:10-@ 2:40) middle part that touches on  prelude-like as well as song-like elements. 

The track has been recorded on a Roland FP-90 and mastered in Cubase relatively puristically by just adding  reverb and fiddling a bit with the EQ. I currently find that other effects such as Compressor or Stereo Enhancer do not necessarily improve the sound. But might change that opinion again when I gain more experience ... :-)
The picture was created with Stable Diffusion.

Silent Tuesday (Solo Piano)

A past lover keeps showing up in my dreams and reminding me of my failures.
From my new LP " Low Profile". My best tracks from 2023. Thanks for listening!

Lyrics:
I get my melancholy straight from the IV drip
A Xanax, a red eyed flight on the sky ship
That's when you appeared
I'd been gorging myself on 
Televised violence
It's like synconized swimming
You were grinning while the plane was rapidly descending
(You smiled all the way down)
The atmosphere was colorless
Odorless
Void of all surface and all texture
I'm reveling in my psychosis
You reminded me I never finished my
Junkyard magnum opus
You still show up in my dreams

We were entering into 
An impressionist painted landscape
With a language that we just didn't understand
You reminded me that I'm a big believer
In blindly believing
And I need to start drinking in
A little bit more in what I'm seeing
We're like suburban dadaist
Coming in, out of the rain
My mind was racing
Like those 808 beats
There all the same
Well, that's the way the Goddamn wheel rolls
You headed off into the night
You never told me to change the angle of the light
You still show up in my dreams

"You never even had it even when you had it your hands"
You've got to bring it right down
To where the sideways ends in the light
I'm digging down deep
I'm digging down slow
I'm striking oil 
Or the fires down below
You still show up in my dreams

You Still Show Up In My Dreams

Emily

From my youth I always wanted to compose something in this style. It's time to finally try :) Music, lyrics and performance - Nadir Shamuhamedov. Special thanks to Jane Johnson for proofreading the text.

I hope, one day, in the blooming May
I'll bring a ring and you'll say "Ok",
My heart will be filled with peace and light,
And flying bees will buzz gently "Right!"

Daisy!
My love made me almost crazy,
Don't let me think so hazy,
Now, oh my love,
Just tell me: "Yes I do…"
You and I
As tea and pie,  
I know, you love me too…

Even if it comes later
Maybe in a year or two,
Spring anyway
Will come and play,
Knowing  what tricks to do.

«Daisy» (in the style of the early Beatles)

Il lui disait 
Victor Hugo 
Recueil : Les contemplations 

Il lui disait : « Vois-tu, si tous deux nous pouvions,
L'âme pleine de foi, le coeur plein de rayons,
Ivres de douce extase et de mélancolie,
Rompre les mille noeuds dont la ville nous lie ;

Si nous pouvions quitter ce Paris triste et fou,
Nous fuirions ; nous irions quelque part, n'importe où,
Chercher loin des vains bruits, loin des haines jalouses,
Un coin où nous aurions des arbres, des pelouses ;
  
Une maison petite avec des fleurs, un peu
De solitude, un peu de silence, un ciel bleu,
La chanson d'un oiseau qui sur le toit se pose,
De l'ombre ; — et quel besoin avons-nous d'autre chose ? »


He said to her: "You see...
Victor Hugo 
Collection: Les contemplations 

He said to her: "You see, if we could both,
The soul full of faith, the heart full of rays,
Drunk with sweet ecstasy and melancholy,
Break the thousand knots with which the city binds us;

If we could leave this sad and mad Paris,
We'd flee; we'd go somewhere, anywhere,
Far from vain noises, far from jealous hatreds,
Somewhere with trees and lawns;
  
A small house with flowers, a little
Of solitude, a little silence, a blue sky,
The song of a bird that lands on the roof,
Some shade; - and what need have we for anything else?"

Il Lui Disait  (texte de Victor Hugo  translated after the french text)

A short and humble prelude, dedicated to @Syntaleta and her family and country. You are in my heart. 

 🎧 Headphones/earphones recommended for listening.  🎧

Please support @Syntaleta to survive, along with her family and her country.

Written for the many lovely talents and the hearts full of love and beautiful creativity, that are brutally burned down and at the same time freeze bitterly in worst dire need. They lie in rubble and ashes with their deeply wounded souls full of the worst pains.

I used the well-known accompanying chords of the national anthem as the sole basis for the prelude and arranged it and the well-known second part for:

Flute
2 Clarinets in Bb
2 Bassoons

Written in February 2024.
Music of part 2: Mykhaylo Verbytskyi.
Engraved in Dorico Pro 5.
Performed by Noteperformer 4 plug-in.
(License CC BY-NC-SA 4.0.)

Prelude (2024, Please read description)

Por vezes a felicidade passa por nós, e a gente nem repara.
Perdemos os dias à procura dos óculos que temos na cara.
Só quando eles caem e se quebram no chão vemos a verdade.
Quando a morte nos cerca e nos turba a visão sentimos saudade.
Agora fecho os olhos à procura do espaço onde só eu me encontro.
Recordo a tua mão, o teu doce abraço no vazio que defronto.
Vejo na claridade o quanto fui louco, e sinto tanta pena.
Exigimos tanto e damos tão pouco quando a alma é pequena.

WHEN THE SOUL IS SMALL
Sometimes happiness passes us by, and we don't even notice.
We lose our days looking for the glasses we have on our face.
Only when they fall and break to the ground do we see the truth.
When death surrounds us and clouds our vision, we feel the longing.
Now I close my eyes looking for the space where I find myself alone.
I remember your hand, your sweet embrace in the emptiness I face.
I see in the light how crazy I was, and I feel so sorry.
We demand so much and give so little when the soul is small.

Quando A Alma É Pequena

I've been making music with Pedro Castro since 1972. At the time, we created the alternative rock band Petrus Castrus. The music I'm placing here are just the home recordings of ongoing projects and ideas. I created a few playlists (Inéditos) according to language (PO - Portuguese; EN - English; SP - Spanish; FR - French; IT - Italian), and also for concept albums (Três Jardins). There are two long tracks (Mediterrâneo and Isaías) for full concept albums. A playlist called Synergies gathers the collaboration projects with other musicians in the fantastic SoundCloud community.

Petrus Castrus edited records can be found on Spotify and Soundcloud. See the Facebook Petrus Castrus page for more details, including comments about the recordings uploaded here. 

We are both amateur musicians, i.e. music lovers. As for me, I'm just an electrical engineer with a master in AI that really loves creating music and use it to share ideas. That is why all tracks include lyrics or texts.

Enjoy!

Quando A Alma É Pequena

José F Castro - JFC (Petrus Castrus)

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