another great work here...great atmosphere

I like these lines. Multiphonics - it's really neat, like stretched out silver lines.

The ambience transplants you to an unfamiliar place and the piano teases you with something closer, something you feel you know but it only hints at resolving and leaves you reaching

mm a wonderful stretching of the musical tapestry.. tense eerie and tasty..

Irgendwas mit Viola

It was 1995, I had already acquired my trusty Alesis SR-16 "Dr No" but not hooked it up in stereo yet on my 4-track cassette recorder.

This track is one of the more fun I made in those days, thought I'd share it here. For the occasion, I properly mixed and mastered it in such a way to keep it's original character intact as much as possible. I did put *some* fancy effect to stereoize the vocals a little, and there is a subtle stereo reverb on the drums.. Things like that, but that's just to make it palatable for the modern crowd. This is after all an original recording, no edits, no overdubs.

Thinking about putting an entire 'legacies' album together. Would anyone be interested in that?

The very mature lyrics:

Salvation song
Connect me if I'm wrong
Me I am cracked, broken and torn
Haven't been clean ever since I was born

But I don't bear much pain
I'm not gonna jump no train
Every single hour every single day
Guess life is just a game

Some say I am insane
Some say I am just the same
As all them youth rebel rabble rebel rabble
Well I know better but you won't hear me tell
Everyone lives his own little hell
Let them turn around in their own smell
I let them feel bad if they let me feel well
It be alright with me

I know I only live to be
I know this is all you can see
I live to be just like the trees
And the flowers and the bees

Some say I am insane
Some say I am just the same
As all them you rebel rabble rebel rabble
Let live through their own hell
Let them live with their own smell

Salvation

Salvation song
Connect me if I'm wrong
Me I am cracked broken and torn
Haven't been clean ever since I was born

Some say salvation
Everyone, everyone...
Rebel rabble rebel rabble
Loser! Loser!

noitavlaS

Salvation Song

Flying Chocolate Take2

Composed & Produced by : Chivicke
HomeStudio Productions ©2022
Photographer : Alexander Krivitskiy

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This song is about the difficulty of finding inner peace. Rarely we will experience inner peace, usually as just a fleeting glimpse, such as when we are little and gaze up at the stars on a warm summer night. Inner peace can be achieved by focusing more on the gratitudes of the present rather than dwelling on the illusions of the past and future. After all, dwelling on the past is depression and overcomplicating the future is anxiety. The last 10 seconds of the song illustrates a child trying to catch a butterfly. Can you see it too?
Thank you for listening!!

J.J.Terrell

Elusive

We’re on our way!!! In the positive 🤩

It’s All Downhill From Here

Giant

An other smooth thing with my Friend Joerxworx.
We all can be happy to have him here on SC
https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx
Big Big Thanks for this

Lunatics 103 Reflexion / Joerxworx & Ratzzz

some instruments, including synth and the pulsating synth bed, mix: tea are sea @tea_are_sea
other instruments, narration, mix: sonic structures and silent stretches
method: some back and forth, with stonerjazz and re-evolution café orchestra sometimes listening in and edging on
narration: the thirteen canto poem finds its way into sound, a canto at a time
image: copyright jo richter, using a detail of my photo of a magazine depiction of the phaistos disc as one element among others

info: there is one more version of this canto to emerge from other collab partners. LOOK FORWARD!

poem / copyright jo richter

How long he stayed, he could not tell.
He worked ferociously, sounding all
existence that had touched upon him into
being: the smell of meadows, the curl of
ripples, the calm that centers in a storm;
the timbre of voices, the straight lines of buildings,
the aloofness of announcers on the radio.
His desk was cluttered, his mind strove clear.

When he did not write, he‘d read up on
the origins of his ancient art: Vergil and Dante,
Marlow and Shakespeare, Homer and Joyce,
Ovidus, Cervantes, Rabelais and Wieland.
He felt the linguistic seeds, blown from foreign
stems, grow filaments deep in his native soil, he
saw them ripen, flower profusely, yielding
their beauty to ever-changing mentalities.

And as his insight widened and he gained
perspective, the rows of encyclopedias
and dictionaries that lined his shelves
slimmed down, as he gave up consulting
English for French and German, these for
Latin and Greek, those for Persian and Sanskrit,
until he only referred to Indo-European roots.
His desk turned clear, his mind became uncluttered.

Eventually, he also slept and dreamt
whenever the veil sank upon him.
Guarded by the spire‘s safe walls, he would
awaken slowly, remembering outlandish
lore, scribbling notes and poems of bizarre
truthfulness and penning recollections of his
archetypal ties. Some of his realistic verse de-
rived from fragments of prolonged poetic trance.

His muse meanwhile taught him to cook, the
art of mixing individual ingredients to bring about
a taste all of its own that nourishes both mind and
physicality. The painters tend to fixate on surface
and colour, she said, the musicians on timing
the process, whereas the poets never get anything
done, enchanted by words like ‚ginger‘ or ‚yeast‘.
All of their dishes taste awful.

canto iv

Departure Canto iv with Tea Are Sea

Prelude With Multiphonics

WILD ORCHIDS 
Here Without You.
Lead Vocals - Robyn Youlten
Harmony Vocals - Chris Scheri
Flutes - Chris Scheri
Engineered and produced by Chris Scheri
Cover inspired by Three Doors Down

Wild Orchids Here Without You

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