You discover that you are in a different universe. A universe that combines human intelligence with AI. The AI is doing all of the construction while the humans continue to live their lives in a futuristic world.

The Multiverse

RAAM - Ethnic Indian Relaxing Music

Hey!
New music is out, hope you enjoy this track :)
You can also find it on spotify :https://open.spotify.com/track/2qhcfwrFAmiA7zlXuybFpg?si=12311dc16ad34a8f

Alyas - Color Therapy

;-Combinaison-;

Cooking up the heat and boogie woogie with John. I had two things on my mind writing these lyrics ~ memories of working in a hotel in London when the chef set up a wooden chopping board at the far end of the kitchen, and expertly threw knives at it from the other end when he got pissed off with somebody ~ and seeing all my SoundCloud friends who also regularly burn their dinners when "just nipping back" to adjust a track they are recording :-D
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vmr7HfkkvcI

John Laurence: piano & instrumental composition https://soundcloud.com/john-poletti
Chris Okunbor: vocals, harp, lyrics, vocal composition

Available on all streaming services.

Troubles in the Kitchen

Troubles In The Kitchen ~ Chris O & John Laurence (Video link in notes)

Slow Revolution

[ Albums ]
https://negativeheadphone.bandcamp.com

[ Youtube ]
https://www.youtube.com/c/negativeheadphone

[ Spotify ]
https://open.spotify.com/artist/6yptVqiGbvP3HpQNz2XTyQ

[ Facebook Page ]
https://www.facebook.com/negativeheadphone

[ Twitter ]
https://twitter.com/NegaPhone

Free Album

Cyber Necromancer

I guess I've been hopping around the Cloud long enough to be influenced by all of you. This one is pretty strongly influenced by the bucolic musings of the Cloud King, Chris Pellnat @pretentiousmusic.

From Wikipedia: "Mud daubers are not normally aggressive, but can become belligerent when threatened. Stings are uncommon." To this I can relate.

Dirt Dauber

Dirt Dauber, Dirt Dauber
There’s work to be done
There’s no time for fun
In the sun

Dirt Dauber, work harder
Your larder is bare
Nine spiders despair
When they’re stung

Jittery lady
Adobe architect 
A potter, an artist of mud

It’s all for the baby
A tinge of regret
Your life, a labor of love
 
Work faster, you master 
Of plaster matte walls
Waddle and daubing your halls
 
You flickering onyx
My spindle waste friend
Slaving away til the end

Your moment is coming
You’ve almost arrived
Your masterpiece nearly complete

All in awe we applaud
And with tears in our eyes
As you fall from the skies to our feet

Dirt Dauber, Dirt Dauber
There’s work to be done
There’s no time for fun
In the sun

Dirt Dauber, work harder
Your larder is bare
Nine spiders despair
When they’re stung

Dirt dauber you martyr
A lamb to the slaughter
Why bother? Why bother?
Why bother? Why bother?

Dirt dauber you martyr
A lamb to the slaughter
Why bother? Why bother?
Why bother? Why bother?

Dirt dauber you martyr
A lamb to the slaughter
Why bother? Why bother?
Why bother? Why bother?

Dirt Dauber

Simpson and Défago made camp, and it soon became clear that Défago senses – or at least he thought he sensed – some strange and fearful odor on the wind. That night, Simpson wakes to find Défago cowering in terror from something outside the tent. Later Défago runs off into the night, forcing Simpson to go and look for him. He follows his footprints in the snow for many miles, realizing that Défago's are not the only set of tracks. The larger set of footprints are not human, and gradually it seems that Défago's own tracks had metamorphosed into smaller versions of the larger set. Eventually, both sets of tracks vanish, and Simpson believes he hears Défago's distant voice calling out from somewhere in the sky above.
 ~Algernon Blackwood
The Wendingo

Added a bit of electric bass to the mix...always dig moving about the frets.

Campground

Rock Experiments

A Sunny Day In November

 La musique et le son sont des moyens de passer au dessus les frontières du temps et de l'espace. #electro#creative#intriguing#music#art#Mokito