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This is my favorite variation, I am a sensitive person :)

Vocal Sample - Patricia Edwards - I Do - Today Is The Day [
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/14802/i-do-today-is-the-day-by-patriciaedwards-128bpm-house-acapella ]

Re- Sequencing - X I I I X X I via XiiixxiQ

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The Loneliest Number

Disquiet Junto  | The Loneliest Number - disquiet0591

Lyrics and music: Michele Ansani (1998).
Inspired by a Robert Musil's short story ("The Perfecting of a Love", 1911).
Cover photo is from Pietro Corrao.

Like some others I have already posted, this is a song from the late 1990s, recorded then with a Korg D8. I remixed the surviving file, working on volume and equalisation after separating the tracks, and adding some stuff. 

LYRICS (ENG / ITA)

nervously looked at the stranger
at that moment his beard lit up for a moment
she guessed there solidity, naturalness
and everything reconnected, she was there...

It flashed in her mind that already other times
The thing had begun in the same way, it was so...
And at the thought for an instant a voluptuous horror touched her
A voluptuous abulic horror
as before a sin yet unnamed

she wondered if he could have noticed
that she was looking at him
and her body filled with a slight sensuality
she seemed to be swimming in darkness before him
dissolved and impalpable like pale foam

so they travelled close
and little by little crept back into her thoughts
that restlessness
she tried to tell herself
that it was only the disturbance
of that sudden solitary journey
among strangers
soon afterwards instead she believed
that it was the wind that enveloped her
in a rigid frost

there was suddenly
a light high and clear on her past
as on an indescribable landscape of mysterious order
was a strange sense of the future
as if everything
that seemed long past
still lived on

furtively she sought the stranger
at that moment his hand for a moment
caressed her
she sensed in it a natural solidity
and everything reconnected
they were there ...

and thought of days
strangely distinct
from all the others
open before them
like a fugue of remote rooms
and joined with a hasty laugh
to the conversation

----

nervosamente guardò lo sconosciuto
in quel momento la sua barba per un attimo s’illuminò
v’indovinò solidità naturalezza
ed ogni cosa si ricollegò, lei era lì…

le balenò in mente che già altre volte
la cosa nello stesso modo incominciò, era così...
ed al pensiero per un istante la sfiorò
un orrore voluttuoso abulico
come davanti a un peccato ancora senza nome

si chiese se potesse essersi accorto
che lei lo guardava
e il suo corpo si colmò di una leggera sensualità
le sembrava di nuotare nelle tenebre davanti a lui
dissolta e impalpabile come pallida schiuma

così viaggiarono vicini
e poco a poco ritornò ad insinuarsi nei suoi pensieri
quell’inquietudine
cercò di dirsi
che era solo il turbamento
di quell'improvviso viaggio solitario
fra gente estranea
subito dopo invece poi credeva
che fosse il vento che l’avvolgeva
in un gelo rigido

vi fu improvvisamente
una luce alta e chiara sul suo passato
come su un paesaggio indescrivibile dall’ordine misterioso
era uno strano senso di futuro
come se tutto ciò
che pareva da lungo tempo passato
vivesse ancora

furtivamente cercò lo sconosciuto
in quel momento la sua mano per un attimo
l’accarezzò
v’indovinò solidità naturalezza
ed ogni cosa si ricollegò
erano lì ...

e pensavano a giorni
stranamente distinti
da tutti gli altri
aperti davanti a loro
come una fuga di stanze remote
e si unirono con un riso precipitoso
alla conversazione

La Conversazione *

I Don't Care Where You Bury My Body When I'm Gone

method: recording an acoustic bass guitar, later time-stretching and adding further instruments and effects - has C major ever sounded less like C major?
narration: some say it's a positive when the rash eventually shows and is not hiding anymore
image: copyright jo richter, made using an illustration on an old ur cassette tape wrapping

poem / copyright jo richter:

those make choleric
and sulky lovers
who conceal despair

their unechoic
used longing hovers
in yesterday's air

like stale, prosaic
camouflage covers
on some bulky chair

still clotting the attic
smelling of septic
mothball aesthetics





bile

FLIGHT PLAN  2-

A live recording of 15.12.24
from live stream of channels:

Baroque
Radio Aporee
Para-X Radio Network

no post editing were made
only a little loudness correction

Revolution Ten *Failed

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danse dramatique

Nemesis

Lever

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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