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Cover art by Augustin Lesage

HIT-PARADE: all №1 (july 2021)

ROADMOVIE (SFERA)

Music : Deepman
Words and voice : Luciole Langevine

Sous le dôme du ciel 
Au plus près des Anciens
A deux pas du dolmen 
Dressée à contre-temps
A contre-courant
A la marge du monde 
Et des Hommes maudits
Sous le dôme du ciel

Sous le dôme du ciel
De terre et de brindilles
De blessures et d'amour
Résistante et fragile
Une cabane pour dénouer
L'écheveau des colères
Et jeter en riant 
Les valises inutiles
Sous le dôme du ciel

Sous le dôme du ciel
Et le regard serein 
De la nature sauvage
Sous le dôme du ciel
Un abri pour les corps
Et les cœurs douloureux
Et pourtant exultants
D'une poignée d'enfants
Bien résolus à vivre
Sous le dôme du ciel

translation :
Under the dome of the sky
As close as possible 
To the Ancients
Close to the dolmen
Drawn out of time
Against the tide
At the edge of the world
Far from cursed men
Under the dome of the sky

Under the dome of the sky
Of soil and twigs
Of wounds and love
Resistant and fragile
A hut to untie
The skein of anger
And throw away while laughing
Unnecessary suitcases
Under the dome of the sky

Under the dome of the sky
And the serene gaze
From wild nature
Under the dome of the sky
A shelter for the body
And sore hearts
But yet exultant
Of a handful of children
Well resolved to live
Under the dome of the sky

La Cabane - Deepman & Luciole Langevine

recorded some guitar in the garden and tried to make a song from the track. The tempo was all over making it tricky to put bass and a beat to. The words were inspired partly by an RC drone that kept coming over the house and partly from one of those pervasive passing thoughts that seem to echo though ya head and bum you out for a minute or so until you shoo it away.
It's just a sketch as usual.

minds out on loan
arrest me today
minding my own
a drone remote control
twirled up in the sky
and I waved hello

goodbye my brain 
be on your wane 
dont you look at my face
knackered an' gnarled 
tired an' all
in my own place way out here in space
I waved hello
out here in space
I waved hello
nice ta seeya again

goodbye my brain
hello I waved
goodbye my brain
hello I waved
from out here in space

Goodbye my brain. Hello (from out here in space)

@Assembly-of-honey - Позитивное противостояние здравому смыслу / Positive opposition to common sense https://meticulousmidgets.bandcamp.com/album/positive-opposition-to-common-sense

More about: http://stopcran.ru/blog/2021-07-10-221

Assembly of honey - Positive opposition to common sense (cassette)

https://soundcloud.com/gautamkarnik : violin
Female voice: Nezahat Bayram
 Vedic Hymn is rendered by Sri. Hari Achyutha Rama Sastri.
Unearth Noise: composition, drums, guitars, electronics, tapes, bass.

Sundara (w/violin by Gautamkarnik)

I remember being dropped off at the local swimming pool without my flippys.   A brisk pace is necessary over the asphalt street to keep your feet from cooking.

photo see: https://www.flickr.com/photos/jessekruger/557956317/

Barefoot Stroll In A Heatwave

music, vocal arrangement & final mix/master by Monkey Blood Lowdown @monkeybloodlowdown
lyrics & accapella by Mariam Zohra D : Myrh

stanzas from this poem create the lyrics for the song
LONGEST NIGHT
https://nothingispersonal.wordpress.com/2016/08/21/the-shadows-of-our-love/

hey, i dealt you a hand
a hand of wishes
but the staff for the ridge
found you no wood

and the water under the bridge
offended you to boot
and the whole thing fell through.

i dealt a hand
at the bank
of this sinking beach

a hand that stuck
trembling between the breaks
pressing against our feat.

alongside privilege
blind hope feigns abundance,
a deep self betrayal seats itself
and faces you in the audience –
my eyes on you…

deal the hand
that holds me now?
the bridge that held us then?

your distance is a moon
that lit up the longest night

and I won’t deal
and I won’t gamble;
I won’t pretend
to know your plight.

Our Collection

The Longest Night | The Consolers

alone vs. lonely (2021)

Music, instruments, voice, recording, mixing, and design - Dmitri Koteshov.
Field recording: gtjuks. 

The track "alone vs. lonely" contains an excerpt from an interview with Andrei Tarkovsky, a Russian filmmaker, theatre director, writer, and film theorist.


alone vs. lonely

Fields We Found is a new direct-to-tape project, heralding back to some of the founding techniques of ambient music. Performed live and recorded to 1/4" tape, 'Thanks' utilises the space between its swells of electronic and sampled tones, intertwining layers of charming melody.

Download it here: https://bit.ly/3ioQFA7

’Thanks’ is an album of simplicity, inspiration and most of all, gratitude.

Thanks

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Fields We Found - Thanks (Album Mini-Mix)

soft july soundscape: guitars, piano, bass, pads, shakers

Summer Gain Again

Instruments:
Gold Tone tenor guitar, Burke low G tin whistle

Brown Snail On A Green Mushroom

Peoples Friendship Orchestra "CRAZY COMPASS Planet Band" presents its new track "Round Dance", recorded jointly by members of the @Meticulous-Midgets label from around the world.

CRAZY COMPASS: Russia, Spain, Argentina, Ukraine, USA (summer 2021)

Pedro Acevedo @eco-rem (Spain): small calimba that became the source of a flurry of sound (calimba)
Zach Schneider @zach-schneider-1 (USA): perky trills of natural whistles and chimes of all kinds (Irish bouzouki, tenor banjo, two tin whistles and a glockenspiel)
Oleksandr Zuzuk @oleksandrzuzuk (Argentina): delightful violin from a distant sunny land (violin)
Steve Layton @niwosound (USA): mind-blowing synth solo and the cosmic warmth of the padding spaces (synth)
Alexander Bozhday @somebody-bo (Russia): incredible unique bubnofuzz (shaman tambourine and guitar gibride)
Alan Ingall @newshoe (USA): pretty kind accordion play (accordion)
Serega @assembly-of-honey (Russia): wild ocarina, trash and scrap drums, some guitars and bass, synth and a magic saucepan lid...) (mixing, mastering etc.)
Nata Boundariver @jasny-svetly (Russia): sincere singing, intuitive painting, positive opposition to common sense, fireweed tea (art, vocals)

Picture: "Хоровод" 50 x 50 cm (canvas, oil)

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CRAZY COMPASS Planet Band - Хоровод / Round Dance

Our amazing staff of organic ambient creators from across the globe is once again delivering fresh peaceful audio, soothing through the ears and directly to the soul.

Like a cold breeze on a hot summer day, Summer Meditations is as thoughtful and deep as it is uplifting and refreshing. Expect beautiful hi-end synthscapes, epic atmospheric compositions, subtle organic grooves, textures and field-recordings, all most likely to brighten your day even more.

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Full album will be released on August 20th. Pre-order open via Bandcamp:
https://naturetales.bandcamp.com/album/summer-meditations

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Tracklist:

1. Atmøsphäre - Lazy Days
2. Folest - Geastrum
3. Tropico Del Cancer - Walking Home
4. Bålsam - Vientos de Verano
5. Heavenchord - Feel Your Body
6. Ad Vaita - Prakṛti
7. Ishtadi - Stringed Freedom
8. Nifkin - Isian Ondoro
9. The Earth Viewing Experiment - The Mend

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Atmøsphäre: soundcloud.com/atmosphare
Folest: soundcloud.com/folest
Tropico Del Cancer: soundcloud.com/juanitopino
Bålsam: soundcloud.com/anthony-asher-yates
Heavenchord: soundcloud.com/nirgoona
Ad Vaita: soundcloud.com/ad-vaita
Ishtadi: soundcloud.com/ishtadi
Nifkin: soundcloud.com/nifkin
The Earth Viewing Experiment: soundcloud.com/earthviewingexperiment

Artwork by Mari Mur
mur.galleria.fi
www.instagram.com/marimur.art/

Mastering by Serega Kobzew

Pre-order

VA - Summer Meditations [Preview] (NT003)

Lemon Drops (2003)

Full album: http://sokpbavabodha.com/album/the-long-trip

the long trip [album sampler]

video----> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qokni1_VyWs

Missi

Luciole Langevine Voix • Alain Proust Guitare • Barry Snaith Bass • Chris Scheri Flute https://soundcloud.com/chrisscheri * Pete Midipunk Drums @midipunk • Produced by The Inconsistent Jukebox • 
Composed by Gerald Marks & Seymour Simons

Recorded in Le Chat Noir jazz-club, in the  Latin Quarter of Paris and 'restored from the original 78s', this fourth taster track from the forthcoming album of classic chansons sees the amazing Luciole Langevine @luciole-langevine taking on Sinatra and tipping him  upside down whilst more guest musicians from around the world pocket his change. If you close your eyes you can hear Breton counting it in and Cocteau, Picasso, Piaf and Josephine Baker chatting in the crowd. Une travail d'amour pour moi - I’m more a curator than a musician on these, the album release date will probably be spring 2017. We'll let you know. Check out the other tracks in the set so far. https://soundcloud.com/barry_snaith/sets/luciole-and-friends

All Of Me LUCIOLE LANGEVINE and friends (see notes) The Inconsistent Jukebox Production

Music, composition, & mix: @unearth-noise
Violins: @damla-bozkurt
Choir: @dandelions-breath
Poem & recitation: Augenmerk

My foot of shards comes back to the day, 
there at home, where steps enter and leave, 
where the world meets at the station and sets out.
My heart laughs. Love, love - I love myself 
and know the air closer to the heavens. 
I trust in luck, it returns and throws me further into laughter. 
Discover the deliciousness, enjoy the secret! 
My step goes along, fills up with sun, resident on the solar road.
My house was empty and homeless. Now it fills up, filling me. 
I already see the blessings, which preceded my step. 
I see my aim on the horizon, morning-red
and turn the foot on parting, hop the low wall, 
because there is nothing more from the tower containing me, 
just a few handful of stones, stacked, 
and every breath blows them down.
Earth strength pure, my heavy foot pushs off, starts walking. 
Borderland familiar and cold night. 
I leave behind and know me free, 
free to choose everything within me and decide. 
I feel the war outworn for a long time, 
homecoming was long ago, shades passed. 
Only the rear gives stuff again. 
Now I am fit, I lean into the day, roll up my thinking, 
I lace mind, backpack and shoes, however, walking stick they are not. 
Love has chosen to meet me. 
Since long her call shines in my heart and surprises me colourfully. 
My light ball heart. 
I learn the step which gives my guard information, but releases me,
and join in the dance.
5 to 12 is ball night and the best approaches. 
My lead joins in the dance, astonished, 
and my ground is hollow inside and outside water.
Ship I am on stormy ocean, wind and weather batter me.
I release myself and watch them shaking me. 
Informations already sink in the cells: 
„You are accepted, you have arrived. 
Try harder! Soon we go ashore, pull on your boots!
Our dance will be on solid ground.
I'm the one who calls the shots and airs my dance house.
Out the bad, away the evil spirits!
Today nobody is tormented, and for sure not I.
A feast is coming up and who strives for mastery, steps forward.
Now my step comes forward, joins in the dance. 
All good moods he has collected on the way
and holds them like flags to the astonished audience, 
blowing through the OH and AH: „She can do it anyway!“ 
I've always been a dancer, but only the blind still saw this, 
who held my dance image with his inner eye. 
The others who stared into space, where I was not,
saw only my led-colored day horse which dragged me along.
Sluice the lake , which has gathered from tears. 
On the ground are pearls and dross. 
No more collecting, not the shine, not his shades. 
Turn the path quite easily to the light! Shadow time is past.
A little it may still blaze. Light and shadow dance!
However, now my step brings flowers to the desolate country 
and gives up the lease.........(full text available on request)


Resident On The Solar Road_with Unearth Noise, DmIll, Dandelion's Breath

a video here:
https://youtu.be/Kbabs0lXd5Q
or:
https://www.instagram.com/p/B8gRDOiodqO/

paseando con cubo

fragment III

The project was created in collaboration with Karin Tarabochia @augenmerk  and me in 2016. We divided Karin's beautiful poem "Aufbruch" into six parts, which I was allowed to edit music and sounds. Lets go ⇢
https://exner.bandcamp.com/album/aufbruch

Karin Tarabochia: Text / Voice / Image
Jan Exner : Guitar / Synths / Mix / Production

Aufbruch
1
Aufbruch! Was war, fällt ab. Knöpf’ meinen Kragen auf.
 Zieh’ die Weste aus, an der noch Land hängt. Warte ab.  
Was klammert, saugt, im Zaum hält, bröckelt und springt. 
Mein Schneckenloch, mein Honigfuß, mein Schritt ins Leere  
und endlich Fall, Bruch, Sturz … und Landen!

Departure. What was, falls off. Unbutton my collar.
Take off the vest with land still hanging on it. Wait.
What clings, sucks, bridles, (now) crumbles and cracks.
My snail hole, my honey foot, my step into the void …
And finally fall, break, plunge ... and landing!

2
Neubeginn verschieben, unendlich lang?
 Das Ende aufzäumen und den Anfang aufspüren? 
Erfüllung vorwegnehmen?

Postpone a new beginning, infinitely long?
Bridling the end and tracking down the beginning?
Anticipate fulfillment?

3
Schnipp’ die Leine durch, lass' Haus und Hof 
und was ich schuf, rollt durch den Kopf. 
Dreh' mich aus dem Schleiertanz.
Spann' meinem Wagen andere Pferde –  
höher geht’s und weiter!
Sonnenfahrt!  Der Täuschung abschwören - 
Wütend platzt mein Innerstes und gibt frei: 
Anemone, Traumpferd, das ein Holzbein schwingt.
 Am goldenen Wagen im Sturmwind treiben –  
den Füßen fehlt Boden, den Händen fehl'n Sprossen. 
Nichts da, nur Lederhaut an Sohlen und Schwielen.

Snap the leash, leave house and yard
and what I created rolls through my head.
Turn me out of the veil dance.
Bring other horses to my carriage -
Higher it goes and further! Sun trip!
Renounce deception -
Enraged my innermost bursts and releases:
anemone, dream horse swinging a wooden leg.
Floating on the golden chariot in the storm,
the feet are missing ground, the hands are missing rungs,
nothing there, just leather skin on the soles and calluses.

4
Träume meinen Flusslauf vom Anfang zum Ende
und schwimme zurück, dorthin wo ich bin.  
Fisch sein! Springen! Am Ufer lachen sie
und manchmal hält das Fischmaul die Trommel an  
und hört Sirenen singen.

Dream my river from the beginning to the end
and swim back to where I am.
Being fish. Leaping. On the bank they laugh.
Sometimes the fish's mouth stops the drum,
hears sirens singing.

5
Wir müssen diesen Platz verlassen,
so schnell wie möglich unsern Kopf vergessen,
 der benommen Geschichten schwatzt, vergisst.  
An Scheiben rinnen Tränen. 
Was befürchtet war, wird wahr, vergeht.  
Am Weg besteht, was ist.

Mich nicht messen an anderen, mich nicht missen! 
Nicht verkaufen, dem Anderssein weglaufen!  
Mich am Fluss einfinden, wer ich war, wer ich bin,
im Zwischenraum die Zwischenfrau. 
Den Mädchentraum beenden,
den Zeitraum größer drehen und kleiner,
 Schritte sehen, die fest am Boden.
Ich war weg und komme wieder.

We have to leave this place,
as soon as possible forget our head
who gossips stupid stories and forgets.
Tears run down the panes.
What was feared will come true and pass.
On the way persists what is.

Not compete with others, not miss me,
not sell myself nor run away from being different.
Find myself by the river, who I was, who I am,
in the interspace the interwomen.
End the girl's dream, turn the period bigger and smaller,
see footsteps firmly on the ground.
I was gone and I'll be back.

6
Lass’ mich nicht hängen und bis zum letzten Tag warten, 
bis ich mein Blut abgebe und mein Gesicht sich ins Tuch drückt.
Nicht bücken und suchen, zwischen Spuren verfluchen. 
Das Ziel sehen nahe bei mir:  Ich bin Traube, ich bin Straße, ich bin Mensch.

Not leave me hanging, waiting until the last day,
until I give up my blood and press my face into the cloth.
Not bend down and search, curse between tracks.
See the goal close to me: I am grape, I am street, I'm human.

2 neubeginn verschieben (Augenmerk / e✕ner)

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