i love the wavy effect on the pad. cant tell if its a chorus with a delay or just straight up granular synthesis, but its amazing!

The burning eternal question - do you love me?
Do you love me, you love me?
Well so do people who sell ice-cream
They'll say anything, they think I'd like to hear

Do yo love me like they do?

Hey girl, you better watch out
cos people care not for what you may
Though it's written on their faces
They hide behind sweet words

Anybody for ice-cream (or tennis)?
(a nod to @nic_nic_nic: Nic for tennis suggestion)

Live Studio recording, engineered by Darren Flynn
Drums Steve O'Keeffe (The Pale/BluesConfidential  www.bluesconfidential.com
https://soundcloud.com/bluesconfidential) 
Bernard Byrne (The Pale)
Lead vocals, BV, guitar, art by Suzanne Ledwith

Change of Address

Hey Ho

"Up in the Gallery" (German: "Auf der Galerie") is a short piece of fiction written by Franz Kafka. It was created between November 1916 and February 1917 and published in the collection „Ein Landarzt“ (A Country Doctor) in 1919. The story offers two versions of a scene in which a young man watches a circus ringmaster and a woman on horseback. (Wikipedia)

The picture shows a section of: At The Circus Fernando, The Rider
by Henri Toulouse-Lautrec (1888)

Public domain translation by Ian Johnston (November 2003)                     


Up in the Gallery

If some frail tubercular lady circus rider 
were to be driven in circles around and around 
the arena for months and months 
without interruption 
in front of a tireless public 
on a swaying horse 
by a merciless whip-wielding 
master of ceremonies, 
spinning on the horse, 
throwing kisses and swaying at the waist, 
and if this performance, 
amid the incessant roar 
of the orchestra and the ventilators, 
were to continue into 
the ever-expanding, gray future, 
accompanied by applause, 
which died down and then swelled up again, 
from hands which were really steam hammers, 
perhaps then a young visitor to the gallery 
might rush down the long stair case 
through all the levels, 
burst into the ring, and cry “Stop!” 
through the fanfares 
of the constantly adjusting orchestra.


But since things are not like that,
(Since things are not like that…rep.)         

since a beautiful woman, in white and red, 
flies in through curtains 
which proud men in livery open in front of her, 
since the director, 
devotedly seeking her eyes, 
breathes in her direction, 
behaving like an animal, and, as a precaution, 
lifts her up on the dapple-gray horse, 
as if she were his grand daughter, 
the one he loved more 
than anything else,
as she starts a dangerous journey, 
but he cannot decide to give the signal with his whip 
and finally, 
controlling himself, gives it a crack, 
runs right beside the horse with his mouth open, 
follows the rider's leaps with a sharp gaze, 
hardly capable of comprehending her skill, 
tries to warn her by calling out in English, 
furiously castigating the grooms holding hoops, 
telling them to pay the most scrupulous attention, 
and begs the orchestra, with upraised arms,
to be quiet before the great jump, 
finally lifts the small woman down from the trembling horse, 
kisses her on both cheeks, 
considers no public tribute adequate, 
while she herself, leaning on him, 
high on the tips of her toes, 
with dust swirling around her, 
arms outstretched and head thrown back, 
wants to share her luck with the entire circus—
since this is how things are, 
the visitor to the gallery puts his face on the railing and, 
sinking into the final march as if into a difficult dream, weeps, 
without realizing it.  (rep.)

Up In The Gallery (Kafka, 1919)

Imminent

Ending Credits from "Ritual Objects", a documentary by Anna Tyurina.
“Ritualnye prinadlezhnosti”, Russia, 2011, 61 min, Beta SP, Portrait

Staff:
Screenplay, producer, director: Anna Tyurina
Editor: Matias Musa
Sound & music: Matteo Mariano
Director of photography: Anna Tyurina

Ritual Objects (Ending credits - 2011)

somewhat out of my comfort zone but great fun to do. 
Listening in stereo is recommended, in mono if you like it straight up without the whoosh ;)

original track : https://soundcloud.com/user-649412648/heavenly-water-open-collab

Holy Shitshow - Heavenly Water - open collab [Gruppo Infernal version]

Super Magic

Someone asked me if making music in an abstract way would make the music separate from my existence and lead me to deny myself.
 In order to testify that this is the music that I came up with, I created a song that was abstracted after having the testimony first listened to.
 I played the muted trumpet in a sequence often heard in techno, and sprinkled my favorite sounds in the background. This is the part where my tastes are well infused.
 After this, there are a number of parts that have been completely destroyed in order to break away from the mediocre techno music.
 And I think I was able to present the conclusion that abstracted music proves my existence.

Before abstracting music, I will express my own testimony（238）

whenourulersgointohiding

Q-The Island of Dr. Moog

Midnight

Some New Kind Of Kick (Cramps Cover)

Sound Designer & Composer. Creates instrumental music and soundtracks for film/videos and for art exhibitions.

Ritual Objects (Ending credits - 2011)

Macrogramma

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