THE MAKER - היוצר

DiY - truth

This song was written and produced in one day.

Speak up, turn the radio down
Now we're just talking
We're just talking

I can't hear little voices now
No, it's just yours and mine alone
And it feels like home

Now I've been crying in public
When I hear that song
And I don't even know it
But it sounds like all my feelings for you
And something I never knew

Feels like I could be enough

Get lost in the middle of thoughts
'Cause it feels so heavy
To be this steady 

Stay up til the moon fucks off
And when it's over
We'll be closer

Now I've been crying in public
When I hear that song
And I don't even know it
But it sounds like all my feelings for you
And something I never knew

Feels like I could be enough
(Feels like I could be in love)

Naked in the moonlight
Dancing with the red wine
It was almost heaven
Looking into your eyes
Knowing for the first time
I was not alone

Crying In Public (Demo)

Tras el relativo éxito de la demo de esta canción (que grabé en estricto solitario utilizando el multipistas-voz y guitarras), toca completar el proceso: reunir a la banda y grabar en el estudio/ local de ensayos.
JFC- guitarra eléctrica y voz
Luis Pinós- guitarra acústica
Manolo Calomarde- bongos y percusión
Fco. García Zapa- bajo
Sebastián Tolosa- batería

ALBOCÀSSER II (QUINTET).WAV

"Perception Game" (2020) for Oboe and Bb Clarinet.
Performers: Eduardo Spinelli (Cl.) and Christian Kemper (Ob.)
Live recording on March 25th 2023 at ORT, Wuppertal, Germany.
Photo by Jorge Peñaranda.

Composer notes:
When the same material is repeated and developed in a continuous and prolonged way throughout the discourse, our perception can focus on diverse aspects and finds the possibility of exploring other sensitive planes. This way, the work seeks to question what happens the moment our wonder at certain sound stimulus comes to an end, or what happens when it ceases to be novel. In spite of the historical distance, we could associate this with Descartes’s ideas exhibited in his treatise Passions of the Soul where he expresses that the wonder is intricately related with the idea of surprise and novelty, and has the purpose of taking into account the objects we consider strange and extraordinary in order to preserve and retain them. He also states: “... when it is excessive, and causes us to arrest our attention solely on the first image of the objects which are presented, without acquiring any other knowledge of them, it leaves behind it a custom which disposes the soul in the same way to pause over all the other objects which present themselves, provided that they appear to it to be ever so little new. And this is what causes the continuance of the malady of those who suffer from a blind curiosity–that is, who seek out things that are rare solely to wonder at them, and not for the purpose of really knowing them” (Descartes, 1649).
Somehow, the work proposed seeks to delve deeply in what the discourse of sound can express as a whole, which not only includes what takes place in the work from a sound-plane perspective, but also attempts to stop and perceive what music triggers in a more sensitive plane.

"Perception Game" (2020) for Oboe and Bb Clarinet.

Word to the wise is the herd tend to listen uh perfect disguise like u fit tha description crazy purpose my piece a depiction of pay me nobody perfect come save me used to skip church now she pray we good I’m an artist I paint wit blood my heart it just ain’t enough be harder to give a fuck but thas part of me growing up said she seen I was blowing up the baby was so abrupt but I always felt it was us who at fault we fell outta trust I’m off it sometimes be stuck so I smoke to calm it a comet I’m fire down to the dust ashes to ashes rolling I mastered the Dutch back in my classes now it’s classics and such active as fuck I ain’t relaxing enough back snapping that slam poetry woah is me hit a 6 I can’t roll in peace if I slip then they kno to sleep my position control the key I’m on point and they kno the 3 like the old chance strolling relight the romance open caught it wit both hands holding it fast I can’t afford another failure I’m hoping it last I lost another of my elders I’m broken the cast signed I’m loading the last die 
painting tee shirts cuz we hurt hope it amass pride I’m coping it backfired I’m back fried they kill me im back live they feel me like black love I’m really like that high wit minimal rap ties subliminal bullshit too layered to let slide I came out the best by far
Pardon my pretense 

part of me peaked it’s some parts I still haven’t reached yet part of piece part of belief is trust and I lost mine parting wit peace now it’s a party you  come across mind art you could see you get the picture I been distant I’m harder to reach so if u think I’m acting different I call it unique but if it’s us I’m still that nigga u call when u need 
They say life is designed for conquest and conflict a contest of will or will not so the concept is when(win) by any means many meantimes between fine and faulty it’s serene shit ain’t simple as it seem so I mean 
most visit heaven way ahead of they time or weigh they options tip the scale and refine 
define physics
 it’s phenomenon you get too close to me my lowest reach the frozen peaks pro Atleast and all they kno is what I speak solid scept the woe is me and logically they say it’s both sides suited for it like bow ties super stroke and she multi faceted I need most mine after this my approach lack class I skipped and it’s obvious plenty zips and a zombie this bars if we keeping count

first quarter (25)

mountain’s red leaves
the setting sun returns
to the sky

 

Among the four great masters of Japanese haiku, Kobayashi Issa was the most prolific: during his lifetime he wrote over 20,000 haiku, hundreds of tanka, and several haibun. If you want to find out more about this prolific author I suggest you check out this database of his haiku.

From the Haiku Guy website:

“Literally, Issa says that the autumn foliage “returns the setting sun to the sky” (irihi wo sora e kaesu). Is he saying that the leaves on the mountain are so bright and red, the setting sun has returned to the sky?

Shinji Ogawa has also mulled over this haiku. He suggests that perhaps “the red leaves reflect the rays of the evening sun to the sky; that is why the sky glows so red.”

Artwork by Jackie McMaster

sun returns [naviarhaiku496]

This is a short composition of field recordings made on July 5th at Rye Harbour Nature Reserve betwnn 7and 8.30 in the evening as the day time creatures wind down and prepare for the nightime. A watershed moment between day and night

Field Recording RHNR JULY - 10:07:2023, 08.19

music for games 
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Never again

María Laura Disandro is an Argentinian composer. She studied Musical Composition at the National University of Córdoba, in Argentina; the Master´s Degree in Musical Heritage imparted by the University of Granada, University of Oviedo and International University of Andalucía, in Granada, Spain; and the Master in Music (Composition) in the University of Missouri, in Columbia, U.S.A.
​She has participated in numerous courses, seminars, forums, festivals and workshops taking master classes with internationally renowned composers, such as Martín Matalón, Yann Robin, Valerio Sannicandro, Jaime Reis, Hilda Paredes, Mark Andre, Michael Maierhof, Mathias Spahlinger, Juan Carlos Tolosa and Gabriel Valverde. She has worked with diverse ensembles such as Neo Ensemble, Trama Ensemble, Nonsense EVS and Suono Mobile from Argentina; Taller Sonoro Ensemble and Barcelona Modern Ensemble from Spain; Collective Love Music Ensemble from France; Kommas Ensemble from Germany, LF3 from México, and the String Quartet of the St. Louis Symphony Orchestra from the U.S.A.
Her works has been performed in several countries such as Argentina, México, United States, Portugal, Spain, France, and Germany.

"Perception Game" (2020) for Oboe and Bb Clarinet.

LALA DISANDRO