Plenumur Receiptol (Down and Dirty Mix)

music diaries of middle-age homo sapiens
and Home of Disco Avant Disco Movement and Supersonic TM, detail soon and  Tłocznia Recordins and Blue Berg Recording


Music from the end of the world



Husycki król

Zaiste,
kto ma uszy, 
niechaj słucha

kto ma oczy, 
niechaj patrzy

chwasty są piękne 
(wystarczy się schylić)

deszcz pada zawsze 
pod jedynym właściwym 
kątem

fala prado-
podobieństwa
załamuje się 
tam, gdzie było
jej sądzone

a dźwięk 
uderza z idealną 
częstotliwością

pomysł z 
harmonią sfer
był oczywiście 
błędny
pod względem 
naukowym

ale to jeden
ze szczytów
ludzkiej
poezji

moment
kiedy przez
stroboskopowe 
światło
frunie
okruch prawdy

The Hussite king

Indeed,
who has ears
let him listen

who has eyes
let him watch

the weeds are beautiful
(just bend down)

rain always fall
under the only right one
angle

wave of probability
breaks down
right where
she should

and the sound
hits with perfect
frequency

idea of 
harmony of the spheres
was of course
wrong
in scientific manner

but it's one
from the heights of
human
poetry

moment
when by
strobe
light
flies
a piece of truth









Gram, co chcę./I play what I want.

AT YOUR SERVICE 24/7 







Always Scuderia!



 Few moments worth Life
Listen to Belton, pllease

New LPS Out Now!




grandgrandnephew
 of Adolf, grandson of Edward son of Jacek



isten belton sutherland genuine american genius





cover time




i like synts also try qibrd


blues time








https://banishedprince.bandcamp.com/


wkrotce 2 czesc wiersza o bs





SEPR - Studio Eksperymentalne Polskiego Radio/Polish Radio Experimental Studio


lakis/andrzej przybielski 


columbia lost archives





sluchaja panstwo utworow z plyty skalom stac i grozic/you are listening to tracks from album stones are made to stay and threaten




ciekawe, co się stało/i wonder what happend
z gitarą/to the guitar
Beltona Sutherlanda/of Belton Sutherland
ten czarny geniusz/this black genius
o migdałowym wykroju oczu/
with eyes in the shape of almonds
starym głosie/old voice
przypominający mi chwilami dziadka Mietka/
reminds me sometimes grandfather Mietek
pojawia się na scenie tylko raz/
appears on the stage once only

wkrotce w tym miejcu wiersz o beltonie /soon the poem about belton sutherland


czy tylko ja nie bylem nigdy na wagarach?
sa boty ktore podszywaja sie pod ludzi i takie ktore sie przedstawiaja
oto ojciec
hello,world?

Pleasy try the DIY(the fish)





I can project you one cover free
JA TU TYLKO WRZUCAM LOL I AM JUSTY POSTING HERE

nikt nie slucha muzyki/nobody listen to the music
wszyscy na działkach/everybody on dachas
albo na spacerze albo w łózku/or walking or laying in the bed
albo w pracy/or at work






puste parkingi /empty parkings
nie mamy lodu/we dont have an ice
to najzimniejsza cola jaką mam/it is the coolest cocke i have
mogę panu wyjąć/i can can give you another one from refrigator






zdrój jana/the spring of john

prosze dmuchnac w alkomat/please blow into breathylezer
nie dmucham/I don`t blow
to jedziemy na badanie krwi/Lets go for blood examination
mogę alkomat?/can I have this breathylezer?

dark side ofthemoon
kid a niemen nalepa
ok computer
fleet foxes
not jimi hendrix u2 dwie pierwsze płyty/two first LPs gloria a day withouth me
a little
kid a kid

I was trained in tradition, yet I stepped beyond its walls. Sound is my language, not to decorate but to liberate. Composer, performer, and listener — one fire, three sparks, inseparable.

I write and compose to uncover what is hidden: the truth buried beneath power, the dignity of the ordinary, the current of awareness that flows through all.

I belong to no authority, only to sound, to truth, to the silence from which all begins. My work is not mastery, but remembrance — a manifesto in every note, every word, every breath.

I am a composer of the 21st century: a studio artist. The studio is my forge, my battlefield, my sanctuary. Machines hum like choirs, circuits burn like torches, cables twist like roots in the earth. Tradition breaks open in this fire — the score turns to light, the instrument becomes the world itself.

To be a studio artist is to seize sound at its rawest, to sculpt electricity and breath as one, to summon the invisible power that belongs to all. Here music is not bound by walls, not enslaved by profit, not tamed by form. It is free, untouchable, unending — a living flame for the century that is ours.

In the distant Subert Humlin, Gory Rallagher, Sank Frinatra, and Dats Fomino Galaxies, Her Majesty's Royal Intergalactic Empire is under siege by the sinister Khazargonians and their elite squads of shock troopers- the Jearl Pamians and Goundsardenians. Her Majesty has commissioned an elite force led by her three of Her Majesty's Space Navy's finest officers with several primary objectives, chief among them was the following directive: to combine the great tones of surf and fifties rock... with disco!
These elite officers are:  Admiral Krank of the SS Belgrade (Guitar, bass, beats, intergalactic espionage and assassination by exploding cigars); and Captain Mirth of the SS Zagreb- (Guitar, piano, synth, beats, and advanced thermal detonation). And our very own clockwork man on the drums, Mo Sheen (https://soundcloud.com/user-424452711).  Unfortunately, despite bravely serving Her Majesty's Space Navy, Vice Commandant Dubois has been court martialed and convicted for conduct not befitting an officer and counterfeiting baseball cards, stripped of his command of the SS Budapest, and dishonorably discharged from Her Majesty's Space Navy, though certain recordings of his guitar, synth, bass, beats, and forward deployable laser blasters remain here memorialized for posterity. Let it be known that though he has sunk to the very depths of ignominy, we wish him well in his new venture, the Spandex Spanktroverse.

Caveat: I explicitly prohibit the use of any material I post for purposes of torture, brainwashing, hypnosis, bedazzlement or any other nefarious activity. This prohibition applies to all governments, corporations, institutions, agencies and individuals. 

“The avant garde is dead. That is its triumph. Let it lie.” - Chris Cutler in “Not As We Choose: Music, Memory and Technology”. (Highly recommended!)

“… there is increasingly less call to exercise an already too rare generosity of aesthetic hospitality.” - Chris Cutler

" Music is one of the great Mysteries. It gives life. It is not a career, nor a business, nor a craft. It is a gift... and a great responsibility. Because one can never know where the creative spark comes from or why it exists, it must be treasured as a Mystery. For the most part I believe creativity chooses you, not the other way around." - John Zorn (excerpt from the liner notes to 'Magick')

“Listen as if you were being told a secret” - Federico Fellini

“Experimental and electronic music was once not-so-benignly tolerated at the margins of western art music, but it has over the last decade or so moved toward a central position as something of the soundtrack of our digital culture. Where it once was merely tolerated it is now more engaged and doesn’t have to apologize to anyone”.  - Douglas Kahn 

"Through technology, voices are amplified and silence is broken. Spaces are shared." – Laurie Anderson

"I frequently hear music in the heart of noise." - George Gershwin

"'Tis an ill wind that blows no minds." - 
Malaclypse the Younger in 'Principia Discordia'

“Let us cross a great modern capital with our ears more alert than our eyes and we will get enjoyment from distinguishing the eddying of water, air and gas in metal pipes, the grumbling noises that breathe and pulse with indisputable animility, the palpitation of waves, the coming and going of pistons, the howl of mechanical saws, the jolting of the tram on its rails, the cracking of whips, the flapping of curtains and flags. We enjoy creating mental orchestrations of crashing down of metal shop blinds, slamming doors, the hubbub and shuffle of crowds, the variety of din from the stations, railways, iron foundries, spinning mills, printing works, electric power stations and underground railways.” — Luigi Russolo in 'The Art of Noises' (L'arte dei Rumori)

Urban Dictionary (https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Mesmo)
(New Norberian English)

1. lit. in a state of mesmerism, hypnotism; in a trance
2. in a state of bewilderment or confusion, daydreaming; 'out of it'
3. mind bogglingly awesome, spellbinding, captivating

(1) "He swung that watch in front of her face and she got all mesmo"
(2) "When the teacher called me to the board I had just woken up and was still pretty mesmo"
(3) "The new N64 cartridge is totally mesmo, bro”

Banner: The Hearing Trumpet_Leonora Carrington (detail)

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International Vermin Conspiracy
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The vermin will outlive your grand children's grand children.
Like Mickey Mouse the vermin is eternal.
: )
Antifa is my cousin.  I heard some people were looking for her.  Since I like to be helpful when I can, she was in Alexandria last time I talked to her, three weeks ago.  I think she mentioned going to Zurich in the near future.
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As I understand it a conspiracy is supposed to be secret so please don't tell anyone.

Is it 1984 already?!?!
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I have not been able to recover access to my other account [https://soundcloud.com/ha-kekong] for a couple of years.  I have tried a few times to get back into it but SoundCloud doesn't trust me.  Same phone number, same email addresses, and they still claim that they can't verify my identity.  I created that account about three years ago as a substitute to my regular account which SoundCloud temporarily closed.  They closed it as part of some upgrade procedure in their system, the result of a bug that affected many accounts, about two years ago.  Since SC did not inform its users I didn't know if that was permanent or not, so I created that other account which I can't access.  Don't be mad if I have not replied to your message in the past two years, that's because I never got them ; ) ... You can always reach me here though.
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This one here (957729823) is for regular folks.

I love you, both.

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You can't see it because of the angle with which I took the shot, aiming down, but beyond those blocks is the sea.  To the left is the Mediterranean, to the right is the Atlantic Ocean.  No it's not Gibraltar, but a little bit further West. ... Actually I checked recently and it is further North more than West, I thought I was facing South when in fact I probably was facing the Atlantic ocean, which is why I suppose the waves were of a decent size where we were.
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My face and the bike are a courtesy of Joël Vaudreuil
[https://vimeo.com/user8897093]  ... Merci Joe!
I then went ahead and butchered his work with a borrowed helmet.
... Sorry Joe. =(
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I'm trying to promote what I think is good music, so if you want to help out a bit I'd rather you [like] or [repost] my *playlists* rather than my field recordings, if you don't mind, unless you are a die hard fan of those things. Thank you ; )

I speak French, so if you send me a private message, and that you are a francophone, please write in French, thank you.  ... I mean, you don't absolutely have to, but I would prefer it. 

All my field recordings (except for when I record a person) are public, freely downloadable by anyone who is able to click on the button.  I encourage anyone interested to use them in any way whatsoever, on purpose or accidentally. No need for permissions or credits or any other kind  of administrative maneuvers.
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Anarchists give me hope.

I'm a big fan of EFF.  Love ya EFF.  (no connection with the above line)
... and of course Richard Stallman and Linux and all the others.  Bless yous.

Now don't be lazy, go find out what it is this "EFF" that I'm talking about.  I'll give you a hint: it has to do with computers.

You have a nice day now.  Hugs & Kisses.

Electronic noises 

I co-found a duo with my friend Artur
on guitar - Surfers Like Us