In Mist

Musings

Whats Ur Dream.Klymate

A bit of a muck around, put an old keyboard through a Boss Delay pedal to see how it sounds and built it up from there.  Enjoy

How It All Goes

BeatPort https://www.beatport.com/release/galaxy-ping-pong/4235027
Deezer http://www.deezer.com/album/477082225
Amazon 	http://www.amazon.de/Cr007/dp/B0CFWK24H7
iTunes / AppleMusic http://itunes.apple.com/album/id1702900551
Yandex Music https://music.yandex.ru/album/27007797
Spotify https://open.spotify.com/album/2WpqBjbf4s7S12ikJ70Wup

Galaxy Ping-Pong

Zarine - Galaxy Ping Pomg Cut Vers.

Kalter Mond

A great book sort of similar in this topic is "The Bystander Effect" by Catherine Sanderson. Highly recommend.

Every Whisper

nowyyorg 2024 

One day I will be far away
away from you
away from memories
the sun will rise again, just like every day,
you won't be there
I won't be... 

Pewnego dnia będę daleko 
z dala od ciebie
z dala od wspomnień 
słońce znów wzejdzie, tak jak co dnia, 
ciebie nie będzie
nie będę ja ...

Infinite Journey

[English lyrics below]

I was a high-schooler, not yet able (if at all) to write decent lyrics. So I resorted to more or less famous poems, but also to short stories from which I cut out fragments and stitched them together. Under my scalpel also fell 'Superfluous Invitations', a short story by Dino Buzzati published in 1958 in 'Sixty Short Stories'. There is a version that I recovered from a 1977 tape , but I had the desire to replay and rearrange it a few time ago.
2024, May 22 (Last version). At the sax Jörg (@joerxworx); together we have also produced an only instrumental version of the track (https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/i-would-like-you-to-come-instrumental  AND  https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx/michele-ansani-instrumental-with-alto-sax-2).

Cover picture: "Ritratto di Eura", from the graphic novel of Dino Buzzati, Poema a fumetti (Poem Strip), Milano 1969.

English Lyrics

I would like you to come to me on a winter evening
and huddled together behind the window looking at the night
we would remember the winters of fairy tales
where we lived together without knowing it.

By the same fairy paths did you and I walk
together we went through forests full of wolves
together without knowing it perhaps we both gazed
towards the mysterious life that awaited us

‘Do you remember?’ we will say each other and you will smile,
while outside will sound the wind's shaken metal sheets
but you - now I remember - do not know the ancient tales
of the nameless kings, of ogres and bewitched gardens

You have never passed enraptured under the magical talking trees
nor have you ever knocked on the door of the abandoned castle.
you have never walked in the night towards a distant light
nor have you ever fallen asleep under the stars of the East

Behind the window in the winter evening probably
we will remain mute like two strangers
I would ask ‘do you remember?’
but you would not remember
you would not remember

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Music by Michele Ansani (1977); lyrics by Dino Buzzati (1958).
Remade in 2023-2024.
Posted on SoundCloud: 2024, July 22.

Vorrei che tu venissi da me in una sera d'inverno **

Analysis -       14 - 11 - 2024

Basement tea party

A Christmas Gift From New York (feat. Michael Cunio)

just a demo ( I like the raw analogue character of the Moogs in this one )
Synthezisers:
Moog Voyager XL  -  Picture     
Moog model D
 
No sense end   
was the name of this song. I changed it to Now

I started this thing when my hard disc was full , most things are just sketches, never intended to be full songs, Some are good, most of them are too long, there are bits here and there. Bits intended to be used  in other songs

Kurt's been playing around the Melbourne music scene since the 90s, only recently has he started writing his own material.
Kurt also performs with Crumbe and Fawkner Walking Society, and has performed with 2 Inch Tape, Cate Taylor and Tim Woodz and the Dirty Shoes.
All of these demos have been recorded on the Boss BR-80.

Have just updated my recording gear so if anyone wants to collaborate I'm able to now.

How It All Goes

Kurt Mottershead