A Questão / The Question

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Question

Saudade -  Noun(especially with reference to songs or poetry) a feeling of longing, melancholy, or nostalgia.

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Saudade - Patrick Zelinski and Ryan Dimmock

Motions of Time

The Constructrix

"Halo Bias" is a solo piano piece that captures the mysterious and intricate nature of cosmic phenomena. The composition opens with a soft, resonant motif, evoking the vastness of space and the subtle beauty of dark matter halos. The initial theme is ethereal and contemplative, inviting the listener into a realm of quiet wonder.

As the piece unfolds, it introduces more complex harmonies and rhythmic patterns, mimicking the gravitational clustering and the dynamic interplay of celestial bodies. The music crescendos and decrescendos, creating waves of tension and release, much like the ebb and flow of cosmic structures forming and evolving.

The middle section features a series of cascading arpeggios, symbolizing the intricate dance of galaxies within dark matter halos. These arpeggios are both delicate and powerful, highlighting the contrast between the immense scale of the universe and the fine details of its underlying patterns.

Towards the end, the piece returns to its initial motif, but with a richer and fuller texture, reflecting the growth and complexity of the structures over time. The final notes fade gently, leaving a lingering sense of awe and curiosity about the vast cosmos. "Halo Bias" is a musical journey through the cosmos, blending scientific inspiration with artistic expression to create a deeply moving and contemplative experience.

Halo Bias - Francesco Adornetto

Chatbot                                                  
What the chatbot didn’t tell me is how lost inside it found me 
amidst the raven’s mournful cry sorrow’s secrets lie

What the chatbot didn’t tell me 
is how lost inside it found me 
in the whispers of the crowd solitary thoughts are loud

Information indigestion
Information begs the question 
The better part of valour’s discretion, 
Can we find our own direction?

What the chatbot didn’t tell me is how lost inside it found me 
in the beat of a lonesome heart that wonders how to restart


What the chatbot didn’t tell me, is how lost inside it found me,
 amidst the ebb and flow of days, and my melancholy ways

Information indigestion 
Information begs the question 
To die: by sleep to say, 
Can we face another day?

What the chatbot didn’t tell me, is how lost inside it found me, 
 in the heat of midnight’s air, questions linger there

What the chatbot didn’t tell me, is how lost inside it found me,
in the chasm of the void, 
Can I take a Polaroid?

Information indigestion 
Information begs the question 
From the echoes of the past, 
Can we make the future last?

Chatbot

Immersion

Live recording June 7, 2024.  Dan Rubenstein (Sax) + Ernie Chow (Piano)

Lead sheet: https://bit.ly/ecmusic_spinning

Spinning

Introduction in English:
Some of my friends accuse me of having a longing for death or even of glorifying death. In fact, I often deal with death in my lyrics - as I do in this song and the whole album that will be released in the next 12 to 15 months. 
But as with previous songs, I always say that I can enjoy life all the more by fully accepting death as an inevitable reality. Many people who try to suppress this fact constantly feel an underlying, agonising fear that tends to keep them away from the wonderful aspects of life. 
In addition, recognising that death is a constant companion from birth leads to even more profound gratitude for every day that I am allowed to live. 
The song ‘Rendezvous with Death’ was written at a time when I was at an important turning point in my life. During this phase, I realised that I had to let some things ‘die’ in order to continue living well. In this respect, this in-depth rendezvous was necessary in order to move forward again. Another example of how death and life are inextricably linked.


Lyrics in English

Rendezvous with Death

The dead comes very quietly
He sneaks up behind you unnoticed
He has stolen your lifelong dream
So don't even start making plans for the future

In the most beautiful kiss he takes your joy
In the greatest rush of life he simply unplugs you

He cradles you gently in his lap, lulls your mind, sings you to sleep
Before you awake, he draws you all the way in to himself 

He is waiting for you in the treetop 
Lean in, he takes you to himself
With every branch he has already grasped you
The dead

Deutscher Originaltext

Rendezvous mit dem Tod

Der Tod kommt auf ganz leisen Sohlen
Er schleicht sich unbemerkt von hinten an
Er hat Dir Deinen Lebentraum gestohlen
Drum‘ fang‘ erst gar nicht mit Zukunftsplänen an

Im schönsten Kuss nimmt er Dir Deine Freude
Im größten Rausch des Lebens stöpselt er Dich einfach aus

Er wiegt Dich sanft in seinem Schoß, lullt Dich ein, singt Dich in den Schlaf
Bevor Du erwachst zieht er Dich ganz zu sich hinein 

In der Baumkrone erwartet er Dich 
Lehn Dich an, er nimmt Dich zu sich
Mit jedem Ast hat er Dich schon erfasst
Der Tod

Rendezvous mit dem Tod (Rendezvous with the dead)

Rendez-vous mit dem Tod (Rendez-vous with Death)

The Mournful Cry of the Yellow-Billed Loon 


A mist of silver leans upon the lake,
Wrapped in the folded arms of dawn,
A hush, before the world awakes—
Then echoes stretch out, drift, are gone.

A hollow note threads the air,
Cuts through the cold, clear and lean,
A sound as ancient as despair,
Pulled from the marrow of unseen dreams.

Oh, to hear it is to shudder,
A rasping echo from some other time—
When reeds trembled, when water blushed
With the shadow of wings in a downward climb.

What are you calling for, yellow-billed loon?
What dark secret rests in your throat?
Is it the weight of summer's end too soon,
Or the moon’s pale mirror, cut by your coat?

And I stand on the bank, caught in the sound,
As it curls like fog around the pine,
Lost in the ache of that endless round,
Between this wild world and mine.

Your cry is the song of things that fade,
Of dusk’s breath and the earth’s slow spin.
It sinks in the water, the twilight glade,
A voice that breaks, and begins again.

by ChatGPT

The Constructrix

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