The clock in the picture belongs to my Mum and Dad. The drawing is by my daughter.

Focal Time

Ciclo "Hotsetan", Azkuna Zentroa.
5-II-2020 

Tres obras enlazadas en concierto:
- Iturregi - Baso itsuek, para acordeón y electrónica
- Ravel - Ronsard à son âme [9:49]
- Iturregi - Tres jardines ciegos, acusmática [12:10]

Garazi Navas, acordeón y voz
Mikel Iturregi, piano y electrónica

Baso Itsuek - Ronsard à son âme (Ravel) - Tres Jardines Ciegos

Anyone familiar with @belial-pelegrim 's prolific and singular work will understand how thrilled I was to be invited to collaborate. (Thank you, @r-salchaks-mood-exhibit for the connection!) Belial's track flipped on the northern lights for me, and an avalanche of cold-world lyrics and vocal gestures followed, tethered high to the monolith and low to the undertow in his music. The result, I think, is something very human. Here's to the struggle and the struggling.
Belial's post: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/nunataq-ice-age-belial-pelegrim-jennifer-roe
Music: Belial Pelegrim
Vocals & Lyrics: Jennifer Roe
Cover Photography: Jennifer Roe 
Cover Design: Belial Pelegrim

Nunataq/Ice Age

Nun a taq taq taq taq taq

Hey yah yah yah
Hey yah yah yah

Hey-o
Hey-o
Oh-ay

In the time of lowest light
In the days of shortest sight
You crawl you crawl
You claw your way on hands and knees
You call you call
In the time of lowest light
In the coldness of the night
You crawl
Crawl
You call:

Hey yah yah yah yah
Hey yah yah yah yah
Nunataq
Nunataq
Nunataq taq taq taq taq

One
Small
Step
For
No Man

One
Small
Step
For
No Man

One
Giant
Leap
Into the till
Scrounging for gems

In the time of lowest light
In the days of shortest sight
You crawl you crawl
You claw your way on hands and knees
You call you call
In the time of lowest light
In the coldness of the night
You crawl
Crawl
Craaaaaawwwwwwllllllll

Your own little ice age
Your pit pond
You sinking in the outwash

Hey yah yah yah yah
Hey yah yah yah yah

Raking stones
Breaking bones
Changing history
Your own little ice age
Your own little ice age
Your own little ice age
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Noun
nunataq (plural nunatat)

nunataq, an exposed, often rocky element of a ridge, mountain, or peak not covered with ice or snow within (or at the edge of) an ice field or glacier

Nunataq (Ice Age) [collaboration with Belial Pelegrim]

New YouTube movie, I Could Have Lived Differently: https://youtu.be/CUDObEgZ4Do

Soundcloud took this track down twice accidentally because of copyright claims, but we had permission from the label..
This is a string collab with @rooydadofficial https://www.instagram.com/rooydad/

''I could have lived differently" describes the discrepancy between society's expectations and individual dreams and desires. Deep, clean sounds of the cello form the basis for an emotional and building violin melody creating a harmonious, cinematic string composition full of hope, that is characterized by Middle Eastern/Asian influences. I play acoustic violin here and also added cello lines.

The story behind it:
‘In my life, I was always at a crossroads. Between interests and pursuing my dreams and what society and family wants me to do. I could have lived differently. It is about the story of all the people who decide not to be like everyone else in the world. They have the courage to live differently the way they want to live. This is for those who say I will live differently if I go back in time. They go to their dreams without fear; however, Modern life and the world community make all people a completely identical  version and do not respect the different talents of individuals.’
~Armin

Third Single in a string complilation from the 7k! music label. Release 26 May.. on all streaming platforms.

Pre-save Danny Boy(piano solo) 17 June: https://gyro.to/71645DannyBoy

I Could Have Lived Differently

Night Drives

Sleepless

„Zerbrechlicher Traum“ ( 23.01.2023 )

Nichts scheint so wie es ist. Schemenhaft kommen Bilder der Erinnerungen aus der Vergangenheit oder Kindheit zum Vorschein. 
Es ist spürbar zum greifen nah. Alles kommt einem so vertraut vor und doch ist etwas Dunkles, unerklärliches was Bedrohliches zu spüren.
Ein flüstern, Geräusche die ich nicht kenne. Überall Stimmen.
Die Geister sind da, geben sich aber nicht zu erkennen. 
Soll ich diesen Ort verlassen ? Was wollen die Stimmen mir sagen ?
Ich will mich nicht meiner Angst stellen. Wem oder was fürchten ich.
Ich winde mich mit ganzer Kraft hin und her und dann ist der Traum zerbrochen in dem ich selbst meinte gefangen zu sein.

Eine gewisse Schwere umgibt mich. Warum bin ich diesem Traum entwichen ?
Was wollte dieser Traum mir sagen ? Vielleicht hätten die Schattengeister einfach bei einer Begegnung mir eine wichtige Botschaft zu teil werden lassen.
Meine Angst wäre also völlig unbegründet gewesen.
Erlebe ich den selben Traum noch einmal ? Werde ich mich dann der Angst stellen ?

Da begreife ich alles ist zerbrechlich wie ein Traum den ich wahrhaftig nicht durchlebt habe, sondern ich haben diesen Traum verloren.

Was für eine Geschichte ist mir da entgangen.


Vielen Dank für Eure geschätzte Aufmerksamkeit.

Photo:		Björn Cloppenburg
Musik :	        Björn Cloppenburg
Alle Rechte vorbehalten

SOUNDCLOUD: https://soundcloud.com/cloppenburg-music

Es wurden für dieses Projekt virtuelle Instrumente der folgenden Firmen verwendet: 

Soniccouture  http://soniccouture.com :  ARRAY MBIRA / IMOGEN HEAP BOX OF TRICKS

Cinematique Instruements http://cinematique-instruments.com  LES FEMMES



"Fragile Dream" ( 23.01.2023 )

Nothing seems the way it is. Schematic images of memories from the past or childhood come to light.
It is close enough to touch. Everything seems so familiar and yet something dark, inexplicable, something threatening can be felt.
A whisper, sounds I don't know. Voices everywhere.
The spirits are there, but do not reveal themselves.
Should I leave this place ? What do the voices want to tell me?
I don't want to face my fear. Who or what am I afraid of?
I squirm back and forth with all my strength and then the dream in which I thought I was trapped shattered.

A certain heaviness surrounds me. Why did I escape this dream?
What did this dream want to tell me? Perhaps the shadow spirits would simply have given me an important message during an encounter.
So my fear would have been completely unfounded.
Am I experiencing the same dream again? Will I then face the fear?

Then I realize everything is fragile like a dream that I really didn't live through, but I lost this dream.

What a story I missed.

Thank you for your valued attention.

Photo:   Björn Cloppenburg
Music : Bjorn Cloppenburg
All rights reserved

SOUND CLOUD: https://soundcloud.com/cloppenburg-music

Virtual instruments from the following companies were used for this project:

Soniccouture http://soniccouture.com : ARRAY MBIRA / IMOGEN HEAP BOX OF TRICKS

Cinematique Instruments http://cinematique-instruments.com LES FEMMES

Fragile Dream

Mantra

Mansah

Extraordinary individuals experimented a profound emotion that had never been experienced before. 
They embarked on a quest to unravel the origins and significance of this mysterious feeling, forever altering their perception of the world.

Unknown Feeling Class

« Pavane de la belle au bois dormant » de Maurice Ravel
My flute by ❤️ playing & recording on Monday, May 13, 2024
Franck Douvin © 2024 Flute recordings
Thanks for listening & sharing
I hope you'll enjoy !

« Pavane de la belle au bois dormant » de Maurice Ravel

Lively & reflective 3rd movement of the Piano Quintet (2003).
Bartlomiej Kominek - piano, 'Camerata' String Quartet.
Live recording: 'Warsaw Autumn 2004', Warsaw, Concert Hall of The F. Chopin Academy of Music, 16th of September 2004.
1st Award, Tadeusz Baird State Competition in Poland, 2004.

Pawel Strzelecki: 3. Finale [Piano Quintet (2003)].

Willie Clancy at Friel's bar, Miltown Malbay, February 1972.
From John Knight's Collection, Tape_063

...

I've been working today to restore this old cassette tape recording of Willie Clancy made at Friel's Bar (now Lynch's) in Miltown Malbay back in the 70's. I'm really pleased with the way it's sounding now!

I inherited John's entire collection of tapes, which he made in folk clubs, singarounds and sessions throughout the British Isles back in the day. He left us about 400 of them! They've been sat in a box untouched since he died in the early 80's, but as of about November last year it has become our project to recover his life's work and make it freely available to those of whom it might be of interest.

There is what seems to be an endless stream of gems amongst this collection and the quality is usually quite incredible given the age of the tapes. The cassettes are often degraded to the point they won't play properly, but the tapes themselves are sound so I've been transferring them into new cassette bodies to get the best out the recordings. Most of the recordings are seriously flat and contain a lot of background noise. If someone planted a pint glass on the table next to the recorder the volume spike is several times louder than the music itself! Clapping is always very raucus, etc. So, as part of the recovery process I perform some basic mastering to tidy things up and I re-tune if needed. This recording was out by a whole key!

It's lovely to now hear this set the way it sounded and to be a fly on the wall in that pub. Enjoy!

Baso Itsuek - Ronsard à son âme (Ravel) - Tres Jardines Ciegos

Mikel Iturregi

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