joerworx

RMX of Cold Heart by (Prod. SouL Muzick & PACMAN)
Original-Track: Production & Mix @soulmuzick13 / Production @pacman-mic-mastery
Sax added with friendly permission from Pac!!! Great thanks!!!

The ORIGINAL: https://soundcloud.com/pacman-mic-mastery/cold-heart-prod-soul-muzick-pacman

Cold Heart By Soulmuzick/Pacman - Sax RMX

started yesterday ... kind of a "burning" track :) sax in one go, dschembe in one go ..., the other stuff is midi :) ..... have fun!

Energy

I'm so glad, that I got Jennys permission, to use here vocal stem! Well, I used it - my way. The more glad I am, that she gave her ok!!!!
-------------- https://soundcloud.com/jenny-jumble-783167303 -----------------
Updated 10.6.2017 ... thanks to my friend Morten with better keyboard and bass sound now (he got my midi files:) and as a collateral measure a new mix :)) YEAH! hope this is an improvement! Have fun!

And It Goes All Night feat. Jenny Jumble

I discovered that magic vocal loop, an experimental (and free to use) work, made by Saltlakrits. https://soundcloud.com/user-48173947 Here's, where my musical journey brought me:)

A Time In Between

..... been lost in this weird stuff and many versions and recordings, playing acoustic guitar, flute, jawharpe, and trying insane vocals :) and finally this version with altosax, ... still raw, work in progress .....
..... artwork is digital, but based on one of my paintings ....!

lost somewhere / stomp

piece of prose I wrote, and decided to transform to a listening experience, with some effects of deconstruction and - drums by https://soundcloud.com/zanshinhideo
..... die max Zeichenmenge hat verhindert, dass der Text in Deutsch zu lesen ist ......., hoffe alles ist verständlich!

.... here's my humble try to translate :)

Reversed flow
Put the screen off, go for walking only, in the pocket just a key. Heat, humidity, Sun, wind, "as at the sea" the speaker chatters in my head. Up the winding road, take not the usual way this time, but on the left that gravelled way, take step by step,
and ... stop, to listen to the wind in the foliage, the wind that breaks at the auricle, ... and on. Crunching of my steps, regularly. Sheep in the shade at the fence. Electric fence, a warning. I squat down, the animals get up, troubled, a little. All is right, I say, and walk on. Rhythm. The foliage roof opens up, first farme house of the village, not a single person to be seen,
Somewhere it smells of roasts, a beautiful day, seemingly free of any people. Talking about nothing, not talking, see the ordinary things.
Noticeable, the fences, hedges, grating. Enclosure. Enclosure means peace within. What is outside? "Exclusion", claims the accompaniment in the head, which always murmurs, cheeky at times.
Willow hurb scatter their seed-wool into the wind, swinging dance;
Already almost faded, the purple sticks. and step, my step.
Still this bus stop artefact, wavy yellow plastic, full of moss, scratched. and benches wait.
"With scrolling paint" the never sleeping running letters in my head comments. I did not look at that, I say; And while walking and watching and snuffling, all that, already is becomming a recall. and quickly fades away  for new memory.
We - are - always - now, and walk in front of our own echoe, listen to the reverberation. Clover sea without surf, step, step, arms go with,
A rhyme sneaks in, the rumbling of a jet, and later on a single car, 
that almost comes as an enemy, I step aside, watchful, the road again;
A perfect tire print on dry mud, evasive maneuver, - one can not talk about nothing, - and hardly think of nothing. But: walk, keep moving, breathe, feel the wind, - pull the key out of the pocket, ah,
the clouds! I quite forgot to mention the clouds. Where the gaze is running tired and tries to get hold at soft contours, which are changing leisurely in continuous flow - open the door: back home again. Where the statics of things would pretend to me, there'd be some certainty . Remains the flow of thoughts, which floods quiet furniture  ..... and is so strange:
Your view looks forward, but thinking flows backwards at the same time, into oblivion; It aims the future, but passes away to the past. To think, is to ponder, or to think ahead. "Please just go ahead!" says the shadowwriter in my head, who sometimes has - really - good ideas.
(Original joerxworx prose)

Reversed Flow / Prose, Effects & Drums / drums by Zanshin

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___ Drumax PROJECT with @docfritz
___ the Lunatics project with @cosmic-ratzzz
A playlist of collabs which should be updated :-))
https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx/sets/joerxworx-collabs-the-big
.......... band/jam cloud: https://soundcloud.com/pland-jammin
.......... my old account: www.soundcloud.com/joerxtune
.......... Also on https://hearthis.at/joerxworx-8v/
My bio (to copy) written by me in the third person :-)
"Jörg S. born in Cologne, from youth on, is fascinated by all kinds of art, so he taught himself the saxophone very early. Nowadays flutes of all kind are also part of the equipment, as are jaw harps, percussion, bass, guitars and keyboards.
He was and is always involved in many band projects and session events.
In the 80s he was a saxophonist in the Adam Noidlt Intermission Orchestra with gigs in Berlin, Cologne, Düsseldorf and Basel. Very early on he also worked as a writer with live readings in the Cologne area and was a painter with large formats for many years, all in addition to his job as a graphic designer. Now, retired, he is devoted solely to music: home recording with the platform of choice, Soundcloud and global collaborations."

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