https://marcolucchi.bandcamp.com/track/all-is-gone

very affecting. the poem is beautiful. i am sorry for the loss you feel.

Marco Lucchi : piano, mellotron, synth, flute and treatments

with :
Theofil Tsiolakakis : keyboards and treatments
Giovanni Alibrandi : synth and violin
Daniel Barbiero : double bass
Paul Sturm : electric guitar, E-mu Emulator II shakuhachi; audio editing, manipulation & processing
Simone Santarsiero : oliviolino, synth, bells, objects
Paulo Chagas : flute
Philippe Neau : synth and treatments
Rocco Saviano : classic and electric guitar
Andrea Peregrini : bass guitar
Dario Derek Lucchi : french horn
Henrik Meierkord : zither, cello, double bass and chopsticks

"ancora un'alba" (ancient modes vol. 3)- [works in progress]

Higher

Traces

空から地上を透視すれば
街路も村道も鉄道も産業道路も生活道路も
白墨で描いたような無数の薄白い軌道が重なり
切り刻まれ、ささくれだっている
仕事、買い物、旅行、配達、徘徊、逃走、探索、追跡
人と動物と物が動きまわった痕跡は消えることがないが
わたしの足跡と自転車の車輪が描く軌道を見分けることはできない

Seeing through the ground from the sky.
Streets, village roads, railways, industrial roads, and community roads are all full of traces like pale tracks drawn with chalk.
The ground is like a wall with doodles.
Work, shopping, traveling, deliveries, wandering, escaping, searching, or being tracked.
Traces of moving about of humans, animals, and objects never disappear.
I cannot find my footsteps and ruts of my bike from traces interwining each other on the ground.


Traces

A sequential switch rotates through four different wave outputs of four oscillators to build the arpeggio. The chords panned hard left and right are played by Instruō Saïch, sequenced with a DIY Voxmachina Leo Leo Matrix Programmer. The bass pad is made with my DIY minimoog clone.

Thaw

October 30, 2025
I thank the people at King Crimson for doing the dishes for me ;)

FOR MY FRIENDS

A collaborative work by Babacane (https://soundcloud.com/babacane) and FaceOnFigure
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The Ab'us trial
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In the innermost sanctum of certain temples there's a pool in which the darkness resides, ever pulsing, ever in flux. When one's life cycle is about to reach its end, they are offered the Ab'us trial, a ceremonial confrontation with the void.
Entering the sanctum, leaving the crutches of religious practices behind, they are given the chance to engage in battle with the dark unknown.
The abyss reacts with menacing pulses, periodically pushed back by the unique harmonies of the participant's spirit, a back and forth culminating in the vocal manifestation of the person's innermost wish to end the battle, either by domination or with a truce.
Hence this incantation is unique for each individual, aggressive and threatening for some, calming and harmonious for others, based on the characteristics of their spirit.
If the battle is unsuccessful, the participant's soul is dissolved in white noise, their spirit put to sleep until their cycle can start anew.
If the individual manages to forge a harmonious cooperation with the darkness, together they reach the Plane of Rest, a place void of earthly thoughts and desires.
The harmonies and beats of the spirit merge with the tamed pulses and noises of the abyss, taking the form of unique and improvisative music in which the spirit can rest until they are ready to continue their journey.
Moving on to a destination of their own choice, freely travelling across the vast oceans of white noise, with the darkness as their companion.

- 0.00 - 0.40 -- introduction to the sounds of the abyss
- 0.40 - 0.55 -- the participant enters the sanctum, a bell sound signals the start of the confrontation
- 0.55 - 1.10 -- the abyss is alerted by the presence and reacts to it in the form of distorted sounds
- 1.10 - 1.35 -- the participant moves closer and challenges the abyss
- 1.35 - 2.05 -- the first push
- 2.05 - 2.35 -- the abyss reacts with strong pulses
- 2.35 - 3.05 -- a sharper and harsher second push, aiming to cut and wound the darkness
- 3.05 - 3.15 -- the darkness is weaker and pushed back
- 3.15 - 4.00 -- the incantation as the final blow, words offering the choice of cooperation or defeat
- 4.00 - 4.25 -- the dark pulse is disjointed, a bell sound signals the end of the confrontation
- 4.25 - 4.50 -- the last, mellow push, offering a hand to the defeated opponent
- 4.50 - 5.00 -- the darkness yields
- 5.00 - 9.00 -- the well deserved rest after the confrontation
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The Ab'us trial

Heroes

The Narcotic and the Sacred

Let the Season slow your heart.

Obscurant

In a world where flora evolved to think and remember, a lone being known as the Verdant ascended from the soil to commune with the orchid — the most ancient and sentient of all plants. The orchid was said to store echoes of every living creature that had ever inhaled its scent, a biological archive of consciousness itself. As the Verdant pressed its lips to the bloom, not to eat but to listen, memories poured into it like sunlight through glass — wars, love songs, storms, the sound of rain on extinct oceans.

Orchideater

another small dorian 'death piano' impro

Marco Lucchi : pipe organ, mellotron, synth and treatments

15 novembre 2017

Quattro.
Pesanti come un colpo.
«A Cesare quel che è di Cesare, a Dio quel che è di Dio».
Ma uno
come me
dove potrà ficcarsi?
Dove mi si è apprestata una tana?

S’io fossi
piccolo
come il Grande Oceano,
mi leverei sulla punta dei piedi delle onde,
con l’alta marea carezzando la luna.
Dove trovare un’amata 
uguale a me?
Angusto sarebbe il cielo per contenerla!

Oh, s’io fossi povero!
Come un miliardario!
Che cos’è il denaro per l’anima?
Un ladro insaziabile si annida in essa.
All’orda sfrenata dei miei desideri
non basta l’oro di tutte le Californie.

S’io fossi balbuziente
come Dante
o Petrarca!
Accendere l’anima per una sola!
Ordinarle coi versi di struggersi in cenere!
E le parole 
e il mio amore
sarebbero un arco di trionfo:
pomposamente,
senza lasciar traccia, vi passerebbero sotto
le amanti di tutti i secoli.

Oh, s’io fossi
silenzioso
come il tuono,
gemerei,
stringendo con un brivido il decrepito èremo della terra.
Se urlerò a squarciagola
io
con la mia voce immensa,
le comete torceranno le braccia fiammeggianti,
gettandosi a capofitto sulla malinconia.

Coi raggi degli occhi rosicchierei le notti
se fossi
appannato
come il sole!
Che bisogno ho io
di abbeverare col mio splendore
il grembo dimagrato della terra!

Passerò,
trascinando il mio enorme amore.
In quale notte
delirante,
malaticcia,
da quali Golia fui concepito,
cosí grande
e così inutile?

- V. Majakovskij

Sinfonia In modo dorico

Marco Lucchi : 'death' piano and digital treatments

24 novembre 2017

a small mixolydian song

a very very small ionian piano impro

Marco Lucchi : piano and synth

1 dicembre 2017

"En el desierto
acontece la aurora.
Alguien lo sabe."

- Jorge Luis Borges

La Aurora

Marco Lucchi : mellotron

13 febbraio 2018

Images of April
Summer in the air
April in your hair
All is gone

I remember
Days inside your mind
The brave new mirror I would find
All is gone

The sea has left the sand
The sun has left the land
As helpless as my empty hand
All is gone

You are sunlight
In another dawn
A voice inside another song
All is gone



ciao, Tom

Bandcamp

All is gone

"I'm a mellow artist, ageing 69. I love and release eclectic music, from post-classical to drone. My fave instrument is the Mellotron."

Così, sinteticamente, di solito mi presento.

In genere compongo musica partendo dal suono delle tastiere, ma il mio vero strumento è il registratore.

O i software di registrazione.

"I was made for loving and making recorded music."

Confido da sempre nel potere evocativo e orfico della musica, nella sua capacità di riconsegnarci a mondi più veri e più giusti, più belli di quelli in cui di solito viviamo.

"Ich bin ein kosmische Kurier"

I'm using these tools: Mellotron micro, Waldorf Blofeld synthesizer, Behringer Crave, IK Multimedia Uno synth, Roland Juno synth, Volca keys, Casio digital piano, micropiano Korg, Manetron (iPad app), iTampura (iPad app), Eko 11 (...) string acoustic guitar, electric violin, Orla analogic expander, tenor, treble and descant recorders, soprano and tenor tin whistle, Akai, Roland, Alesis and Arturia controllers, upright piano, Squier 3/4 electric guitar, melodica, Bubble Harp (iPad app), Schoenhut toy harp, soprano ukulele, Eko acoustic guitar, Peavey Composer acoustic guitar, Kurzweill micropiano, Boss and JamMan loop stations , Behringher multi-fx, Olympus portable digital recorder, Phonic, Behringer and Yamaha mixers, Audacity, Paulstretch, various players and plug-ins .. (that's all, folks, I think ..)

latest releases:

https://whitelabrecs.bandcamp.com/album/the-book-of-dreams
https://chitrarecords.bandcamp.com/album/lieder-ohne-worte 
https://ambientologist.bandcamp.com/album/suggestiva
https://ambientologist.bandcamp.com/album/venusia
https://hibernate.bandcamp.com/album/as-riddled-as-the-tide

for further works please go to my bandcamp page
https://marcolucchi.bandcamp.com/

and to 
http://webbedhandrecords.com/
http://www.laverna.net/home/
https://silentflow.org/

iTunes and Spotify as well ..
feed and share ..
https://open.spotify.com/artist/1TRilVaDaQw0ksGqU5tuCh?si=zXD-0xFWS-2yrUs542SH9A

SoundCloud è la piattaforma musicale che preferisco perché è soprattutto il regno degli ‘amateurs’, di quelli che fanno musica per sé e per gli amici .. come quando da ragazzi si condividevano con gli altri le invenzioni e le creazioni .. io sostanzialmente sono rimasto lì e così .. non sempre, ovviamente, ma spesso ci trovo delle cose che valgono altrettanto - se non di più - rispetto a quelle più affermate e conosciute

All is gone

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