Wow, very nice atmosphere.  Like being suspended somewhere with stars twinkling all around.

What an atmosphere! Extraordinary fascinating sound experience! Excellent quality work.. Awesome mix & recording production!

listen in it's proper order athttps://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharinghttps://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing


So Jo and I found ourselves spontaneously firing lines of lyics off at each other on some sort of Mad poetry binge--After these Seething pots of words were left to simmer and percolate Kimchee style--a small percentage of the words and ideas got stuck together somehow and cohesion was attained:)  i then sent Jo another big  pile of guitar stems, 5 in all--
Jo at this point put on his producer's hat and proceeded to form all this noise and racket into a most beautiful series of tunes which by the way is still in process-- An amazing job !! i am honored by his efforts--pure genius!!

all instruments and voices: Jeff Gardiner
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter
lyrics: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
image: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter

he told me bout the trail in the tunnel
that I'm walking while
I'm thinking other people's thoughts
little voices
like your father's father's father's
farther than the others
all combined and confined to a tunnel of your thinkin
turn that little voice off in your head
he said

you may find it advantageous
in the long run
there's an exit but you gotta take it
while riding on the boxcars full of other people's junk
pulled by trains of thought
on shaky rails

the river rages while my faucet drips
consolation amasses around my hips
off the memory slide we slip
past pointers on the clock
ten times as tall as me
on the precipice of the sheer enormity of it

that old man who sat along the path
with bamboo cane and haversack
he said, while serving me
beans and rice and fruit and tea and bread
turn that little voice off in your head

scalar fields pt 2 fractal fields (1) with Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

Delta Angel

Breath dissolves into the groove — distorted pulses ripple through synthetic dreams. 
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Echoes of the Mind

Apotropaic

Hydrangea

This is actually the third version of the song. I felt the original idea I’d roughed out with the keyboard and computer could be more interesting. So I reworked the whole track again (twice) adding several ‘hooks’. These were some vocal ‘stabs’, some keyboard/synth riffs as well as writing ( what I hope ) is a more interesting bass line. I beefed up the drum section too. I hope the fun I had creating it is reflected in the overall vibe of the track. Having said all this, the question is: did it actually work? 


Get Up

Image created by me.
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Stretched-Out Entrails

Listening Wind

Pluto underground

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Prolonged Suffering For Ephemeral Bliss

I just redid the mix and fixed the drums, and some of the more glaring vocal problems, and got that cool guitar lead to shine a little. It sounds a lot better now.
Please pardon my vocals, this is actually for a female artist. Not autobiographical, just a story. My apologies to Irma Thomas.

You were my angel, and i was under your spell
And you promised life would be a fairytale
But i was no more than your possession
And you put me through hell
Though you called it heaven

And everytime i tried to leave, you’d just wave your hand
And I’d come crawling back on my knees
I would pray you’d treat me better
When you’d smile at me so sad and so sweet

But something’s changed inside, I can see now who you are
and that sweet smile aint gonna get you very far!

Now who’s the one? Who’s down on their knees?
No need to beg, there’s nothing left that you can take from me
You don’t have any power here no more
Well you’ve lost your wings, and I know just what you’re here for
You are no angel, you are a devil, to the core
And you ain’t welcome here no more

Don’t come back inside, don’t put your bags down on the floor
You ain’t welcome here no more

You ain't welcome here no more

BEFORE THINGS WENT AWRY
>
TAKE OFF THAT STRAIT JACKET
MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME
NO NEED TO BE BOUND BY CONVENTION
IN THE EVENT OF AN EMERGENCY
FUMBLE FOR THE PHONE
YOU CAN ASK FOR ANY EXTENSION
TAKE A BREATH, COUNT TO THREE
MAKING SURE YOU’RE QUITE ALONE
THEN LISTEN FOR THE LIST OF DIRECTIONS
>
LIE BACK, CLOSE YOUR EYES, CONCENTRATE ON MY VOICE
>
I KNOW AT HEART YOU HAVE THE BEST INTENTIONS
YOU ONLY FALL APART WHEN I FORGET TO MENTION
THAT YOU WERE ONCE THE GO TO PARTY GUY
MAGNET TO THE MINIONS BEFORE THINGS WENT AWRY
>
BLAME THE LOSS OF CONTROL ON THE DEVILS IN WHITE COATS
THE STEALER OF SOULS
WILL EAT YOU WHOLE
ONCE YOU ARE LOST
>
ONCE YOU ARE LOST
ONCE YOU ARE LOST
>
ONCE YOU ARE LOST
YOU DON’T WANNA BE FOUND
>
LISTEN TO THE VOICES THEY ARE CALLING YOUR NAME
TELLING YOU, BE PATIENT, AND NOT TO RUN AWAY
(JUST BIDE YOUR TIME AND WAIT)
SO STAY AND PLAY THEM AT THIER OWN GAME
THEY WANT SOME PROOF THAT YOU’RE CLINICALLY INSANE
>
FLYING SO HIGH REQUIRED YOUR BEST DISGUISE
BUT ALAS IT TOOK ITS TOLL ALWAYS LIVING A LIE
SWINGING BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN LOW AND HIGH
RESULTED IN DIVORCE BETWEEN HAND AND EYE
>
CAN YOU HEAR THE VOICES
CALLING YOUR NAME
CALLING YOUR NAME
>
THIS JACKET ISN’T MEANT TO STRAIGHTEN YOU OUT
IT WAS SPECIFICALLY DESIGNED TO LOCK YOU IN
FUNCTIONS LIKE AN OUTER SKELETON AND SKIN
PLACING UNDER LOCK AND KEY THAT MANIACLE GRIN
>
THE AMICABLE SPLIT DIDN’T HAPPEN BIT BY BIT
IT HAPPENED IN A BLINK BARELY LEAVING TIME TO THINK
ONE PERSONA KEPT A GRASP ON WIT 
(HE’S A FUNNY GUY)
THE OTHER WANTS TO QUIT
ONCE THE TWO LIVED SIDE BY SIDE BUT NOW NO LONGER FIT
>
CALLING YOUR NAME


CAN I TAKE YOUR STRAIT JACKET, SIR

I'm an avant-garde musician. I like to experiment with software, instruments, and everyday objects when creating on a song.

Music is my latest artistic passion; aside from being deeply invested in making music, I create digital art, drawings, paintings, mixed-media pieces, photography, photomanipulations, poetry, and short stories. All of which can be found on my DeviantArt: Leehon.

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