The concept of seriality in nature is intricately linked to human behavior, providing structure, predictability, and continuity in various aspects of life. By recognizing and embracing these patterns, individuals can enhance their well-being, adapt to changes, and create a harmonious relationship with the natural world

Seriality

 Хожу тут кормить кота, хозяева которого в отъезде. Подумал, почему бы в гармонии не зашифровать слово "cat", получилось : "C" - до мажор, "A" - ля мажор,  аккорда "T" не существует, но я решил, что это будет значить "тоника". Вышел вот такой трек🙀 //
I'm here feeding a cat whose owners are away. I thought, why not encrypt the word "cat" in harmony, it turned out: "C" - C major, "A" - A major, the chord "T" does not exist, but I decided that it would mean "tonic". This track came out🙀

lazy cat's beat

Pops of Spring

Chapter 228 of 266

This chapter was written and produced with one ear. Working through getting my right ear back to normal. The show must go on.

Enter the enigmatic world of "TAFFETA," a musical tapestry woven from the threads of dreams and tragedy. Born from a single night of profound dreaming, this ambitious project embarks on an exploration of the human psyche through the language of instrumental music.

This is a five-year project, comprising of what will eventually end at 266 chapters, each is a standalone piece of sonic artistry, "TAFFETA" unfolds like a novel, with each composition serving as a chapter in a larger narrative. Crafted with meticulous care and creative fervor, every piece is birthed within the span of a week, capturing the essence of inspiration in its purest form.

But "TAFFETA" is more than just a collection of songs; it's a journey of the soul. Set against the backdrop of loss and longing, the project follows the story of a woman who slips into a coma following the untimely death of her husband. Through the evocative power of music, listeners are transported into her world, where emotions ebb and flow like the tides of a restless sea.

Week by week, each chapter of "TAFFETA" unfolds on SoundCloud, inviting audiences to immerse themselves in its haunting beauty. From cinematic compositions to haunting electronic soundscapes, each piece adds a layer to the intricate tapestry of sound, weaving a narrative that transcends the boundaries of language.

As listeners embark on this sonic voyage, they are invited to ponder the mysteries of existence, to confront the depths of sorrow and the resilience of the human spirit. "TAFFETA" is not merely a musical project; it's an experience—a testament to the transformative power of music to touch hearts, stir souls, and awaken the imagination.

If you wish to take a dive into everything that has come before:
The TAFFETA Albums each contain 15 consecutive tracks and are available for free, exclusively on Bandcamp.

TAFFETA VOL. 14 is now available: https://belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/album/taffeta-vol-14

TAFFETA VOLUMES 1-13 are all available on Bandcamp
https://belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/

COVER YOUR TORSO WITH TAFFETA! Check out the official TAFFETA t-shirt!
https://belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/merch/belial-pelegrim-official-taffeta-design

The TAFFETA Playlist is always kept up to date:
soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/sets/taffeta-a-266-part-musical?si=d46fc7ad1b50446dadc7ce3ffe1a1b02&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

TAFFETA | 228

https://soundcloud.com/33per , my dear donkey fellow sent me this wonderful instrumental, a Big Thank You for that, it was a great pleasure to write and sing along.

The image shows Gregory Peck as captain Ahab in John Houston's film adaptation of Melville's “Moby Dick” from 1956, having just nailed a Spanish dubloon on the main mast.

AHAB (All Hypocrates Are Basterds)

O-o-ohh, o-o-ohh…
Tell me please…
Is that really happening-ä-ä-ä-äppening ?
Do you feel that too ?

Noone is getting out here
Oh no-no-no-no-noo, o-o-o-o-o-ooh
Noone is getting out here alive

Ohh no
Not even the feckin’ basterds
No, no
Not even those feckin’ basterds

Will survive
Whatever may be the strive

See, because 
Noone is getting out here alive
Not the president
Nor his wife

Whatever may be the strive
That won’t work

Ohh oh 
All hypocrates are basterds 			(AHAB)
Ohh, oh
All autocrates are feckin’ basterds 			

They can fool the people 
For some time,

But,
But,
But,

They can’t fool all the people all the time
Not really …
That’s beyond the line

It’s possible to continuate
To self-determinate
To not participate…

So to say:
I would - and - i would…

And i-i-i-i-i-i-i- would 
And I would… 
I-I-I would…
And i would and I would…
I-I-I would…
I would prefer not to…

AHAB (wt 33per, raw edit)

Here's another musical dream to share! I hope you enjoy it—though, honestly, I'm not sure what drives me to do this sometimes. This time, I ventured into experimenting with voice. I was a bit hesitant about publishing it, but then I thought, why not? After all, we're here to explore and try new things. Cheers to everyone!

A dimly lit city street. The air is heavy with waiting. The bus stop stands silent. Buildings loom overhead. I stand alone, my breath slow, uncertain—until I notice him. A man, all in black. Trench coat brushing against the wind, his short hat pulled low. His face? A void. As though he could vanish at any moment

Me: I’ve been standing here too long. The bus should have come by now. Should I start walking? If I do and it arrives, I’ll miss it. But if I stay, maybe nothing will come. What am I supposed to do?

The Man: Where do you want to go?

Me: I don’t know.
The silence wraps around me. He tilts his head slightly, as if seeing something I cannot.

The Man: Then maybe that’s why no bus is coming.

Me: What does that mean?

The Man: If you wanted to go to the sky, you’d take a plane. If you wanted to cross a lake, you’d take a boat. If you wanted to move through the roads, you’d take a car.

Me: And the bus?

The Man: It takes you to where you’ve decided to go. But you—you're standing still. The bus won’t arrive because you haven’t chosen.

Me: I only feel comfortable on solid ground. The air and the water—they unsettle me. But I want to face challenges. I don’t want to stay still.

The Man: Then go. Take the bus. But know where it leads.

Me: The sea. I want to see the sea.

A gust of wind. A low hum of an engine. My eyes dart to the corner of the street—and there it is. A bus. It stops in front of me. Doors open, inviting.

The Bus

This song was inspired by a holiday on the coast. It starts in the style of ambient music and slowly turns into a classic piece of electronic music, inspired by the Berlin School

Have a listen to the extended version on Bandcamp:
https://lichtbildgestalter.bandcamp.com/track/vapour-island-extended-version

Video on youtube with spezial version:
https://youtu.be/QikiaW-p6_A
and on Vimeo:
https://vimeo.com/1087383281/a0aaaa4728

Vapor Island (link to video inside)

cavelight2

When the destination of your spiritual journey is not exactly what you've expected. Careful what you wish for.
Original track "The Ox" by Well.
Drums and words, both improvised by FoF.
--
Words of the Ego:
Is this what it had to come for? Is this the finish line? Could someone tell us? That would be nice.
We're here. Why are we here? No one expected this. Is this some kind of freak accident, really?
Could we... Could we just go back, maybe? Try again? Try a different route?
I don't like it here. Are we supposed to like it here?
I start to think it was a mistake. A major one.
Huh, so much for the promised land, innit?
Seriously, could someone let us go? I don't like it here. Hello?!
We were told that emptiness was desirable. We were told that letting go is beneficial. So how about that?
How can you arrive somewhere if you lose yourself on the way? It's not YOU then, innit?
It's not... It's not ME here.
What is this place anyways? I don't like it here. I want to go back. I don't like it here.
Let us... Let us go back!
...
Maybe, just maybe... If we spend some time here, it will be different.
Or maybe if we spend some time here WE'll be different.
Maybe.
Maybe we can turn the unintentional into intentional. Maybe we can turn the external into internal.
We're just so used to travelling, being on our way! Arriving is weird. We have to stop, stop looking, stop advancing.
Kinda feels like we were lied to. Or maybe we just misinterpreted the "Words".
...
Maybe I will like it here... after all.

Careful what you wish for -- "The Ox" by Well, reimagined

Silentia

To Know The Meaning Of Horror (TCMNextGen Live Mix)

Independent electronic ambient artist, crafting immersive soundscapes that blend atmosphere with deep exploration of texture and tone. My compositions are shaped by the active imagination described by C. G. Jung and the vivid landscapes of my dreams, translating emotions into evolving auditory experiences.
Influenced by ambient minimalism and deep bass tweaking with VCF filters, my music layers rich harmonics, resonant frequencies, and fluid transitions to create enveloping and transportive journeys.

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Record Label: Shadow Glass Recordings 
No promoters I handle all my own production.

The Bus

Mark Mori