It's like a soundtrack to a David Lynch Short! Wonderful dronescape work!

Instantly likeable & of a uniqueness that is only of your mystic styling of soundtrack, very interesting work. 

Mixed for kerstinaliencommander

featuring 
Wilfried Hanrath On Guitar 
https://soundcloud.com/flyingtonefish 
And 
Relumed Additional Electronics 
https://soundcloud.com/relumed

Alka Seltzer

Rasputin- Alka Seltzer (featuring Wilfried Hanrath & Relumed)

New page of my trip journal on Ilha das Flores, Azores.
You can read the full article here: https://joao-svayam.webnode.pt/l/ilha-das-flores-dias-6-7-e-8/ (portuguese only, but with photos and link to the video)

This track is called Viajante (Traveler), and it has video from Fajã de Lopo Vaz, filmed by Rui Miguel Aires.
A wonderful day celebrating April 25th, special date and yet just another wonderful day.

Viajante

VIDEO

DEFUSES GAME

Piano solo melodic improvisation. About flowing.

a-changing

Turograf

Rola

l'automnal

sea of apathy

a couple of tracks by Marco Lucchi reworked by Wilfried Hanrath

Wilfried Hanrath - UT & Coda (Marco Lucchi) rework

Paving the way

the recording from my Sunday morning set in the Salon // 20.21.11

Another journey through the genres that I hope it can serve to elevate your celebrations and merriment for life. Wishing you all a fantastic end to this 2021, and we keep on dancing ourselves into new beginnings.

big love to the Freudentaumel crew

Freudentaumel's finale | Bucht

Shelter

That was the view from my window when I wrote this poem.

CRAZY COMPASS: Moscow, Russia (july 2020)

music: Sergey Kobzev @Jasny-Svetly, @Assembly-Of-Honey
photo, text, vocal, fr mixing: Nata Boundariver @CrazyCompass

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ЗАВИСИМОСТЬ

Я попала в зависимость от тебя.
Когда голубь пропел свою тихую-тихую песню,
гуляя по подоконнику медленным плаванием.
Я попала в глубокую зависимость,
видя: деревья в окне всё ещё стоят.
Я попала в это прекрасное место.
Чтобы встретиться с тобой сегодня вечером.

И ни у кого не спросив, как туда добраться,
я вышла из этой двери, сжимающей меня
до размеров моей комнаты.
И ни у кого не спросив дороги,
я поплыла через цветные волны,
ожидая своей остановки.
Своей остановки — когда я увижу тебя.

Земля!

~

INTERDEPENDENCE (pidgin-version)

I got dependence to you.
When the dove sang its quiet, quiet song,
walking along the windowsill by slow swimming.
I got deeply dependence, 
seeing: the trees in the window are still standing.
I got in this beautiful place.
To have meet you today's evening.

And without asking anyone how to get there,
I stepped out of that door, squeezing me
to the size of my room.
And without asking anyone the way
I swam through the color waves, 
waiting for my stop.
My stop - when I see you.

Earth!

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ЗАВИСИМОСТЬ / interdependence (with Ясный-Svetly)

The project is a collaboration with Jan Exner @exner from 2016. We divided the poem "Aufbruch" into six parts. With music and sounds Jan created a fascinating acoustic imagery. Lets go ⇢

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

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, in 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
and 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, mich 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 myself between tracks.
See the goal, close to me: I am grape, I am street, I'm human.

2 Neubeginn verschieben (eXner / Augenmerk)

Diarmuid on Electronics/ Drum Programming

Destruction Festival (Diarmuid Mac Diarmada Mix)

She always brings a smile, sharing the warmth of her heart with everyone in her surrounding. While she has travalled far and performed shows for many, what she loves most is to be united with her close ones and play a soundtrack to the ones dear to her. Over the years, Alma Linda (@alma_linda) has helped many arising artists taking their first steps, encouraging them to pursue their very own artistic path.. and through that, she encouraged herself to stay on hers. As we have shared many hours of joy with her, we are now delighted to share two hours of joy to you.. Enjoy!




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Artwork by J. Blumnauer
Mastering by A. Inggs

Alma Linda im Tal - #059

Sound fragments, field recordings, radio transmissions and the secret soundscapes of machines and building structures are taken apart and reconfigured. The work presented here is the result of such explorations into the sonics of analogue and digital materiality. The music takes the listener on audiological expeditions into uncharted territories. I’m interested in all kinds of collaboration, get in touch if you would like to exchange ideas and/or praxis.
... and thanks for listening!
Lars Björk

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