This is my first truly ambient work in a while, even though I file many under that moniker.Firstly, it has no percussion until late in the piece, and then , it's a synthesizer. It's a piece that is meant to be interior, as in trying to direct the listener inside of themselves, be a vehicle for contemplation, introspection, meditation, in the Steve Roach sense of the word ambient. The title has a few connotations, and I'll let you decide how to interpret it. Hopefully, the lush sounds, some of which you can almost bathe in, will facilitate those interpretations. It's dedicated to those who are adventurers of the mind and its ability to keep changing through time, as opposed to being complacent, static and indolent.

Yet again, this was borne, in part, of my experimenting with, and loving, U-he's Bazille software synthesizer. The only external sound modification I used outside of Bazille was a little EQ on the sound that opens the piece. As it supplied the bass throughout the whole piece, it needed a small boost I couldn't get using any other method including key follow.

The Cave Dwellers

first time meeting my brother in law Anson Chappell, so he drummed me a nice track ! thanks to listen and share!

First Contact

Que ce soit dimanche ou lundi 
Soir ou matin minuit midi 
Dans l'enfer ou le paradis 
Les amours aux amours ressemblent 
C'était hier que je t'ai dit 
Nous dormirons ensemble

C'était hier et c'est demain 
Je n'ai plus que toi de chemin 
J'ai mis mon cœur entre tes mains 
Avec le tien comme il va l'amble 
Tout ce qu'il a de temps humain 
Nous dormirons ensemble

Mon amour ce qui fut sera 
Le ciel est sur nous comme un drap 
J'ai refermé sur toi mes bras 
Et tant je t'aime que j'en tremble 
Aussi longtemps que tu voudras 
Nous dormirons ensemble.

Nous dormirons ensemble, 1963, Louis Aragon

Nous dormirons ensemble

got a nice kalimba for Christmas and it inspired me that musical mood!

Riding the golden cloud

Riding The Golden Cloud

I've seen them all around the world: Berlin, San Francisco, Paris, Rome, Sydney, anywhere…. They exist across all social classes and in all ages. They are surrounded by an impenetrable aura of deep loneliness, of being cut off from lovers, of being locked up in a labyrinth from which there is no escape. 

In their gaze lies a deep, unquenchable longing for fulfilment. And yet they cannot look and are never really be seen. 

They do not recognize each other, even though they are all inhabitants of an isle:

The isle of the lost souls.

The isle of the lost souls

The Isle Of The Lost Souls

this strange spring mood

CETS Rendez-vous 86-87

Le sol indien

Raindrop

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Reason user, making music for fun and relax!

Riding The Golden Cloud

Luc AKA WEEZDOM NUGGET