Wow! Great piece! (Who among us does not play autoharp and Lyra?! :)))

This track scratches and bites also, in a good way! Ingenious!

Like a rainbow on a misty morning the promise of something good emerges – a blessing, an affirmative prayer, and a song of hope of better times for us all.

Synth guitars, pianos, keyboard, oboe, harp, and bird chirps set to Latin and hip hop beats @ 65 bpm. 

Bird chirps recorded live in April 2023.

Emergence

Panta Rhei for ensemble Music by Valentina Grisafi

Panta Rhei - Valentina Grisafi

Hey, what can I say? Sometimes it gets rough. But it's still good.

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on a summer blanket
in the moonlight
with the beach stones stirring
after midnight

i am ready
and i dare

god you know you’re tired
may you rest now
many ways to try it
lay the load down

i am ready (good to go)
i am there (going)

hey hey hey who
checkout avenue

on tomorrow’s bastion
once immortal
now you sense the ending
as a portal

i am ready
honeybear
i’m not waiting 
i am there

i am ready (here’s my ride)
and i dare (good night)
we’re not waiting (good to go)
we are there

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Thanks to Jacques DiCroce, Janine Levinson, Cheesemont Paisely-Paisely, Wheelwright, and David Weiss for early listening, consultation and support.

image from Linus Nylund via Unsplash

Checkout Avenue

Thunder Pants

Too bad I was your Rembrandt in waiting
Though you sensed you were Ms Convenience
So many days in a chamber debating
Instead of between sheets of Salinas

There you go again 
Mount Vesuvius – in your hands
Manufacturing pain
Emphatically – Thunder Pants
(your cross you bear is burning dangerously near)
(Here seeking comfort from anxiety wizened)

So soon the ejector seat after the thrill
Brings the acid to the back of your teeth
You can’t let it go like a Janice girl
So it’s almost time to lay a wreath

A rational man would cut you dead
But testosterone makes fools of the best

Sometimes it seems that you’re talking nice
But I know it’s the crack end of the bench
It’s a midday roast and my tongue is dry
Anticipating that rapier sledge

Thunder Pants

PS Perkins: Guitars, bass, lyre, vocals
Ron Thomas: Autoharps, Drums

Production notes:
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Very early on we wanted to use autoharps on this song to create a sort of swirling backdrop, reminiscent of the harps in Indian/Bollywood soundtrack songs of the seventies.

Right away there were challenges because the song is in B flat and is not wholly diatonic to begin with, utilizing a chord built on the augmented lydian scale in the choruses. So rather than transpose the song to a more amenable key (since the chromatic bits weren't going to work no matter what key we used) we instead re-tuned the autoharp. Moving through the strings one by one we tuned them either up or down a half step where applicable to bring them into key. Where the augmented chord hit in the choruses, we excluded those notes so that the autoharp was filling the diatonic parts of the chords and omitting the accidentals. It took us several tries to get it right. In the end we arrived at a chord progression that could be strummed on the autoharp and the modified chords could be played with existing dampers.

We also tuned the lyre so that the top half of the strings included the chromatic augmented notes while the lower register of the lyre was tuned using the diatonic, so the lyre could play the melody all the way through both parts of the song.

The inspiration for this song was essentially fourfold:
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First, H.P. Lovecraft's terrifying necromancer Joseph Curwen (from "The Case of Charles Dexter Ward") who masked his true identity in order to thwart suspicion from his fellow townsfolk. He has many secrets lurking in his underground catacombs where he performs acts of necromancy most foul, extracting the "salts" of the dead in order to raise them at will and learn the secrets of ancient eldritch deities.

Second, a poem by Rudyard Kipling titled "En-Dor" which was a warning against the rise of spiritualism and the cost of communion with the dead in the early 20th century.

Third, the biblical Saul who traveled in disguise to visit a witch at the city of Endor in order to summon Samuel from the dead and garner advice on defeating the Philistines, but who only prophesies doom for Saul. Saul dies later the next day in the battle of Gilboa.

Lastly, the story of Odysseus communing with the underworld where he enlists the help of Tiresias to have a chat with the dead and secure for himself a safe journey home.

They all seek communion with the dead for one purpose: to gain knowledge which only those who have crossed over between realms might possess. 

Lyrics:
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A mask may reveal what it’s meant to conceal
From those who are standing beside us
Armor of pride, so we learn to abide
By the monsters which hide deep inside us
The monsters which lurk deep inside us
Oh, how they scratch and they bite us
The monsters which lurk deep inside us

Only to know what the professor knows

Eating black bread, wearing clothes of the dead
The soil soaked in honey around us
For fear if we failed, leave the ogre unveiled
And it’s back in the grave where they found us
Back in the grave where they found us
Freed from the ties which had bound us
Back in the grave where they found us

Only to know what the professor knows

In the catacomb vaults, we extracted the salts
From cadavers to lengthen our youth
Chanting the names at the edge of the flames
And a mirror to show us the truth
A mirror which speaks only truth
See how it seeks not to soothe
A mirror which speaks only truth

Only to know what the professor knows

In the underworld maze, in the night of no days
Concocting the plan we’re devising
Much to endure on the road to En-Dor
And to snatch from Elohim arising
To snatch from Elohim arising
Snatch from Elohim arising
Snatch from Elohim arising
Snatch from Elohim arising
Snatch from Elohim arising

BARDS: Of the Shimmering Seraphs

The Professor

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Low Battery

Piano/instrumental composition, and piano: Debra Buesking @debra_buesking
Melody composition for the voice, photo and voice: Oddrun Eikli
Studiowork: Arne Hiorth
Poem: Robert Frost (1874-1963)

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Lee Frost (født 26. mars 1874 i San Francisco i California, død 29. januar 1963 i Boston i Massachusetts) var en amerikansk poet. Han ble tildelt Pulitzerprisen fire ganger, henholdsvis i 1924, 1931, 1937 og 1943.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. Debra Buesking and Oddrun Eikli.

If it were me, I’d ask you how your day has gone
If it were me, I’d listen as you carried on
And I would cherish all you say and do,
You’d tell me all your dreams,
I would make them all come true

And every day I’d tell you that you’re beautiful
Like how your eyes sparkle when you smile
And you should   know, for the first time in my life
 How I feel alive, and you were right here all the while
 
If it were me, you’re longing for

His love for you is fleeting and untrue
 A flash in the pan; he’ll soon disappear
And when you’re blue, i’ll be here for you
 Like I will be throughout the years
 
But it’s not me, I’m not the one your heart beats for
 Hard as I try, I’ll never be who you adore
And is that fair? Am I destined just to be
A friend that’s by your side
 While I keep it all inside?
‘cause it’s not me you’re longing for
A shoulder for your tears
A smile to ease  your fears
  That’s all I’ll ever be

if it were me

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Provisional Farewell

'among other influences'

Harmful & Mac - lyrics and music
Scotty - vocals

Are you paying attention? I guess you're not.
There’s too much information. Yeah, I hear that a lot...
And like a lot of fools you feel that you cannot improve without YouTube 
to help you through the bumps and bruises,
help you chew the lumps life chooses.
I don’t know if I wanna hold your hand.
If you follow me I’ll help you see that only I know how to breathe.
Come to stay and never leave.
See that violence leads to peace.
Instructions hid behind the crease.
Disruption to the sanity.

among other influences (with Harmful if Followed and Mac, 'Isaac and the Apple')

AVANT GARDE | GUTTER PROG | GARAGE JAZZ

A Multimedia Puzzle-Story Of An Immortal Being's Struggle To Define And Exert Their Will Upon A Wholly Deterministic And Ambivalent Multiverse, And The Strange Cult Who Loves Them.

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Greetings to you: readers, beaders, seekers, wanderers, wonderers, outsiders, rebels, fantasy gamers, freaks, mythologists, philosophers, appreciators, creators, perpetuators of beauty, coveters of mysterious objects, collectors of counter culture, the curious, the questioners, the unusual, the unique, the star children, the light workers, shadow integrators, diviners, alchemists, hermits, monks and popes, the saviors and prophets, the builders and destroyers of worlds, the old ones, the young ones, the rollers of boulders, the sun orbiters, the morning star dewdrops and twinkle toed dreamers of dreams, you mystic shining beacons, you crossers and denizens of the void, reality shapers, universe makers and underworld freaks.

"A prominent feature of avant-garde music is to break through various rules and regulations of traditional culture, in order to transcend established creative principles and appreciation habits. Avant-garde music pursues novelty in musical form and style, insisting that art is above everything else; thus, it creates a transcendental and mysterious sound world. Hint, metaphor, symbol, association, imagery, synesthesia and perception are widely used in avant-garde music techniques to excavate the mystery of human heart and the flow of consciousness, so that many seemingly unrelated but essentially very important events interweave into multi-level structures and forms."

The Professor

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