Some words for our darling boy who has now departed us.

The tiny patter of four furred feet.
The one among your litter, we were blessed to meet.
With a whimper, with a yelp,
in 'dog' you said, 'I'll help ...
to make you love, to make you laugh
and cry.'

As a pup, you chased the deer away,
were even lost for one whole day!
But praise be to DOG, you came back.
To us,
your pack.

No Einstein, this is true.
But in treats, one was surely one less than two.
Socks meant walks
and we loved you.
This, you knew.

In your cosy bed,
sleeping days away.
With every year, a thicker coat of grey.
But your hazel eyes seemed to defy all time.

And now.
No tiny patter, whimper, yelp.
Who will we turn to now for help?
To love. To laugh. We cry.
Stan, you brought us endless joy.
Rest in peace. 
We love you.
There's a good boy.

Dear Stan

You know those tracks where you just keep adding stuff but know you should really stop? Well this is one of those :)
Inspired by... a combination of being attacked by wasps (OK, I did accidentaly tread on their home), Hot Chocolate (the band) and all the cool synths in the early 80s.
Starts off scary, but maybe becomes happy(?) Learn to live with the wasps. Don't tread on their homes. But don't let them build nests above your front door. Lessons from life ;)
All synths from Arturia Analog Lab V - CMI, Emulator, Vocoder, SP-Xa, Mini, DX7. Plus a bit of Pigments and guest staring a real life wasp. The Vocoder phrase is one of the great defaults.

Who's afraid of wasps?

Let's get real cheesy for two of my favourite people in the world.

Happy 30th anniversary Liz and John!

Lionel Richie 1982

I hope you (all) enjoy 😃

Truly (Lionel Richie Cover)

Will human kind ever leave Earth to outer space? If so, how will it work? As a bunch of frozen bodies in cryogenic capsules or are we going to convert ourselves into a software running in some spaceship supercomputer? Will anybody stay back on Earth? And why? What will be the songs of those leaving and those staying?

Cosmic Diaspora

Sillage 
(SEE-yahz)
(n.) The lingering sense of someone's presence, like a perfume left in a room, evoking memory and absence.

Sillage

'An Untrained Mind' is a Jazz Waltz/Fusion track

Dont Smudge The Ink

An Untrained Mind

Schalter Off

Voyage of the Snowflake ( free download  mp3 )

Phantasmal voices from the edge of sleep

bad day

Ambient Dreamscapes for you to enjoy. Relax, unwind, meditate and chillout

NECRONOMICON DREAMS No57 SOFT RAINS SHALL COME

Music is the greatest human invention, the only language that speaks to us all. It would be a shame not to share my share. Just for fun, just for mere survival of one man's mind. Thank you for listening!

Cosmic Diaspora

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