I really love this piece. Such a feeling!

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Sending chords from Ableton racks through a TC Electronic D-Two delay.  Have been quite enjoying it's very digital and crystalline qualities.

sketch 2.3.2023

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Remix of my track "Tragicomic", only available in physical format (casette version) by now... 
As soon as possible, it will be added to Bandcamp (ZUL Records) too!

More info (please follow): https://zulrecords.bandcamp.com 

Thanks for all the love and support! 

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I See Through

I'm taking a break from ambient as my focus shifts over to my other music.. so here is a refined version of this entire project as an album to conclude for now, hope you enjoy. A limited amount of cassettes are available on bandcamp too, link on my profile. Thank you for everything here, from comments to messages. I have a lot of music and ideas to come in the future under different names, you can always follow me. Much love <3

International

Some leftover arpeggios, filter sweeps and simple drum beats.

disquiet0621

CONTROLLED CHAOS

Noise Aurora

https://fxbip.bandcamp.com/album/noise-aurora

Noise Aurora

'Ray' is Ashley Paul's bright, sensual return to Slip: a lifting, delighting suite of yearning winds, loose beats, and cocooning, humid bass coming together and falling apart as songs. 

The LP airs Paul's new trio, alongside bass clarinettist Yoni Silver and bassist Otto Willberg, who fatten out and shine light on her singularly intimate, multi-instrumental with mystery and grace. 2018's 'Lost In Shadows' wrote into the bewildering ecstasy of recent motherhood with a tingling resolve. On 'Ray' - recorded remotely during lockdown - Paul's deliciously hesitant songcraft is an outpouring and an anchor in freshly tumultuous times. 

Says Ashley:

"Over the past six months I’ve found myself needing music in a new way, a way of coping. I found again albums I had loved in the past, full of melody and humour, to cancel out the barrage of terrible news happening outside. I think this album is a reflection of that need. There is the playfulness of spending my days with our four year old, and the hours spent tending to plants in the garden and examining bugs, and also the pain of missing family and friends. It’s hard for me to fully comprehend the breadth of emotion I've felt recently but maybe this is a small window.
The trio idea had been formulating in my head for months, and then lockdown happened. At first I was very disappointed and thought I'd be waiting forever to finally make it a reality, but time passed. I started working on a new album and could only hear it with these guys. We recorded remotely. I sent material in a variety of ways; written, aurally and verbal ideas/queues, sometimes with just a shell of a track and other times nearly completed. I wanted all our voices to be present, and to allow freedom in the parts for interpretation and improvisation. Maybe because we’ve all worked together in various situations and are friends, I’m not sure, but it came together naturally, magically and quickly."

'Ray' [SLP060] is available from November 2020 on LP and download. Painting by Gayle Paul. Design by Ashley Paul. Mastered by Giuseppe Ielasi. Distributed by Boomkat.

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Light Inside My Skin - Ashley Paul

The project was created in collaboration with Karin Tarabochia @augenmerk  and me in 2016. We divided Karin's beautiful poem "Aufbruch" into six parts, which I was allowed to edit music and sounds. Lets go ⇢
https://exner.bandcamp.com/album/aufbruch

Karin Tarabochia: Text / Voice / Image
Jan Exner : Guitar / Synths / Mix / Production

Aufbruch
1
Aufbruch! Was war, fällt ab. Knöpf’ meinen Kragen auf.
 Zieh’ die Weste aus, an der noch Land hängt. Warte ab.  
Was klammert, saugt, im Zaum hält, bröckelt und springt. 
Mein Schneckenloch, mein Honigfuß, mein Schritt ins Leere  
und endlich Fall, Bruch, Sturz … und Landen!

Departure. What was, falls off. Unbutton my collar.
Take off the vest with land still hanging on it. Wait.
What clings, sucks, bridles, (now) crumbles and cracks.
My snail hole, my honey foot, my step into the void …
And finally fall, break, plunge ... and landing!

2
Neubeginn verschieben, unendlich lang?
 Das Ende aufzäumen und den Anfang aufspüren? 
Erfüllung vorwegnehmen?

Postpone a new beginning, infinitely long?
Bridling the end and tracking down the beginning?
Anticipate fulfillment?

3
Schnipp’ die Leine durch, lass' Haus und Hof 
und was ich schuf, rollt durch den Kopf. 
Dreh' mich aus dem Schleiertanz.
Spann' meinem Wagen andere Pferde –  
höher geht’s und weiter!
Sonnenfahrt!  Der Täuschung abschwören - 
Wütend platzt mein Innerstes und gibt frei: 
Anemone, Traumpferd, das ein Holzbein schwingt.
 Am goldenen Wagen im Sturmwind treiben –  
den Füßen fehlt Boden, den Händen fehl'n Sprossen. 
Nichts da, nur Lederhaut an Sohlen und Schwielen.

Snap the leash, leave house and yard
and what I created rolls through my head.
Turn me out of the veil dance.
Bring other horses to my carriage -
Higher it goes and further! Sun trip!
Renounce deception -
Enraged my innermost bursts and releases:
anemone, dream horse swinging a wooden leg.
Floating on the golden chariot in the storm,
the feet are missing ground, the hands are missing rungs,
nothing there, just leather skin on the soles and calluses.

4
Träume meinen Flusslauf vom Anfang zum Ende
und schwimme zurück, dorthin wo ich bin.  
Fisch sein! Springen! Am Ufer lachen sie
und manchmal hält das Fischmaul die Trommel an  
und hört Sirenen singen.

Dream my river from the beginning to the end
and swim back to where I am.
Being fish. Leaping. On the bank they laugh.
Sometimes the fish's mouth stops the drum,
hears sirens singing.

5
Wir müssen diesen Platz verlassen,
so schnell wie möglich unsern Kopf vergessen,
 der benommen Geschichten schwatzt, vergisst.  
An Scheiben rinnen Tränen. 
Was befürchtet war, wird wahr, vergeht.  
Am Weg besteht, was ist.

Mich nicht messen an anderen, mich nicht missen! 
Nicht verkaufen, dem Anderssein weglaufen!  
Mich am Fluss einfinden, wer ich war, wer ich bin,
im Zwischenraum die Zwischenfrau. 
Den Mädchentraum beenden,
den Zeitraum größer drehen und kleiner,
 Schritte sehen, die fest am Boden.
Ich war weg und komme wieder.

We have to leave this place,
as soon as possible forget our head
who gossips stupid stories and forgets.
Tears run down the panes.
What was feared will come true and pass.
On the way persists what is.

Not compete with others, not miss me,
not sell myself nor run away from being different.
Find myself by the river, who I was, who I am,
in the interspace the interwomen.
End the girl's dream, turn the period bigger and smaller,
see footsteps firmly on the ground.
I was gone and I'll be back.

6
Lass’ mich nicht hängen und bis zum letzten Tag warten, 
bis ich mein Blut abgebe und mein Gesicht sich ins Tuch drückt.
Nicht bücken und suchen, zwischen Spuren verfluchen. 
Das Ziel sehen nahe bei mir:  Ich bin Traube, ich bin Straße, ich bin Mensch.

Not leave me hanging, waiting until the last day,
until I give up my blood and press my face into the cloth.
Not bend down and search, curse between tracks.
See the goal close to me: I am grape, I am street, I'm human.

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