Name: A Prayer by N/O/E/W/A in transmission
Duration: 2 min 33 s
Description: This was my contribution to the Metapop's Native Instruments music producer's competition...Also, paying tribute to 9/11 events with this tiny prayer...

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QUANTUM VIOLIN

Mia Zabelka (AT) – Violin, Electronic Devices, Alien Objects
Glen Hall (CA) - Quantum Oscillator, OMax, CataRT

Atomized, interpolated, reconfigured, mosaiced, cut up, transported to the sonic territories of quantum interactions, the musical collaboration of Austrian violinist and Canadian electroacoustic improviser Glen Hall bends the clock of real time music.  It enters a realm of vibrational ‘implants’, phase vocoded reversals, spatialized architectures, and unforeseen happenstances.  Quantum Violin Studies is not a collection of academic virtuoso exercises, it is an escape hatch out of our imaginations’ ‘box’.  

#4 harnesses the artificial intelligence of OMax to chart a high energy five-way counterpoint.  OMax listens to the violin, charting its movements and language.  After a minute, its ‘players’ enter, one at a time at transposed tempos and pitches. They recombine its cut up fragments according to pre-set degrees of context similarities. Some players follow the violin’s developmental trajectory closely, while others diverge using para-logical variations.

"If the sounds of Quantum Violin enacted by Mia Zabelka and Glen Hall are remarkable — dense miasma from which undulate denser waves and through which eventually pulses a vibrant heart — so too are the means by which they were accomplished..." Marc Weidenbaum/ Disquiet

disquiet.com/2020/09/04/mia-zabelka-glen-hall/

Visuals - Live performance - Epitaten

© 2021

The Quantum Violin #4 - Mia Zabelka/ Glen Hall - FMR Records

The Joy of rhythm that doesn't behave itself!

Merry Solstice

Written specifically for an ambisonic, surround-sound concert hosted by Tuesdays Post at Iklectik, London. An immersive piece about the engines of vocal sounds and the articulators. ..vowels and consonants... We can only mean something if the sounds uttered make patterns that we recognise as aural symbols for doing, naming, describing, categorising and connecting. ... all the sounds in this piece are vocal.. apart from one long sample of a bass monochord (a wooden board you lay down on.. and someone plays 40 or so strings attached underneath.. all of the same pitch).. It's about meaning... some words pop through the clouds of vocal sound, all these words belong to 8 taglines... most of the rhythms are derived from the rhythm of these sentences, normal everyday sentences that make you think of a product because of the sheer amount of repetition .. disrobing the sentence of it's original sentiment. 

This is a binaural bounce. If you are interested in obtaining a copy in quad, octo, or full Ambisonic drop me PM. :)

Undivided

Mr Jones' Loud Music Group performing excerpts of The Conference of the Birds at Intox Extravaganza in Amp Studios on the 8th of September 2022.

Hywel Jones - Euphonium/Electronics/Vocals
Andrew Page (Raxil4) - Electronics
Nicola Traversa (Nic T) - Guitar/Clarinet
Anthony Osbourne - Percussion Guitar
Spew Gardyloo - Alto Sax
Adam Paroussos - Trumpet
Chris Hill - Clarinet
Kate Start - Bari Sax
Keisuke Matsui - Cello

Audio recorded by Andrew Page, edited and mixed by Hywel Jones.
Music and Words by Hywel Jones.
Cover Art by Nicola Traversa.

Big thank you to all performers, Simon Yorkshire for letting us play, Chris Essex for his excellent work on visuals, the sound crew and all the other wonderful staff at Amp Studios.

Mr. Jones' Loud Music Group - The Conference of the Birds (Intox Extravaganza - 08/09/2022)

On his motel room floor, my friend Chuck let me crash 
I had a bus ticket to Chicago and 200 in cash 
This free place to stay was a generous gift 
See, I had dropped out of college and my life was adrift 

While Chuck was at work, the motel owner came pounding 
He said “You haven’t paid a dime in rent and I’m tired of hounding” 
I said, “When Chuck returns from work, I will remind him to pay” 
He said, “I calling the sheriff, I want my money today”. 

You can call me a deadbeat or whatever you’d like 
But I gathered my belongings and I boarded my bike   
And made haste to the bus station with the coppers en route 
I never spoke to Chuck again, I hope they worked it all out 

This is quite a long story, you should try to hang loose 
Pour yourself a stiff drink to enjoy 
I’m getting to the part where I was bit by a goose 
In Schaumburg, Illinois

I had a friend up in Schaumburg who invited me to stay 
Schaumburg is a suburb of Chicago by the way 
So I took the bus to Chicago and left my troubles behind it 
I had his and address and phone number so I’d figured I’d find it 

I took the L train to Schaumburg and it was shocking to me 
Nothing but farm land as far as my eyes could see 
No taxi cabs or buses, no pay phones around 
So I just starting walking down the first road I found 

And this road let to a highway but which direction do I go 
My only hope was to hitchhike and so with dread I did so 
A guy in a pickup stopped, I showed the address I’d written 
He said, “get in the back with my dog, don’t worry he’s never bitten”. 

He was a grown man but unarmed, afraid of abuse 
At heart, just a scared mama’s boy 
He’s getting to the part where he was bit by a goose 
In Schaumburg, Illinois

And this man who picked me up finally found the address 
I had feared this guy would murder me, I must confess 
He let me out of his truck and I was practically giddy 
He said, “I used a quarter tank of gas, how bout you give me a fiddy?”

My friend’s apartment had a number like one zero three 
I found 101 and 104 so where the hell could it be?  
I looked for it doggedly but it could not be found 
I asked several people I saw milling around 

But no one could help me solve this new mystery 
Where in god’s name was apartment 1 zero three?   
I was at my wit’s end, I nearly broke down and cried 
It’s like my dog, my mom, my best friend and my dreams had all died 

He felt as useless as garbage, just like human refuse 
He had lost every semblance of joy 
He’s  nearly to the part where he’s bit by a goose 
In Schaumburg, Illinois 

I saw the big golden arches, about a 1/2 mile yonder
I thought I’ll buy a hot cup of coffee and reflectively ponder 
And so I headed down the sidewalk and I had traveled a piece 
And on the left I saw a big pond and big flock of geese 

I thought nothing more of it, I thought the geese would ignore me  
But out of my left eye I saw these geese coming for me 
I started running but it was too late they had already caught me 
And on my left thigh just below my butt this big fucker got me 

The rest of the story isn’t very exciting 
I found my friend’s apartment but by week’s end we were fighting 
Over some girl in a bar, to even say it makes me wince 
And the next day I was on a bus and I haven’t seen my friend since 

He’s ashamed of himself, there’s simply no good excuse 
For letting some girl his friendship destroy 
But now he’s told you the story of being bit by a goose 
In Schaumburg, Illinois

TurtleFrogMan

I Was Bitten By a Goose in Schaumburg, Illinois

...another track in which I've incorporated shortwave radio broadcasts collected over the past few years, resulting in a substantial library of intriguing sonic fragments from the Ether.
For this composition, I employed dozens of diverse shortwave radio broadcast samples from my collection, some processed while others left in their raw state. Additionally, I utilized analog synthesis to bridge any gaps, along with field recordings and live FM radio broadcasts that were further processed and modulated.
With such a vast sonic treasure trove available in the Ether, it seemed only natural to leverage its potential in this endeavor!

Untitled no. 37

...this track is an impromptu creation, captured live within the confines of my studio...
Various plastic and metal objects were utilized, each individually amplified, and subsequently subjected to processing through delay and looper effects, with occasional addition of reverb as deemed necessary. Gradually integrating field recordings and processed samples, I introduced the Volca Modular (Korg) as a secondary sound source. All elements were routed through the Koma Elektronik's FieldKit Mixer, where deliberate manipulation of the mixer's feedback was employed to achieve overdriven and distorted textures. Successfully blending the sounds generated in real-time by amplified everyday objects (such as plastic bottles and tin cans) with those of analog electronic instruments, a cohesive sonic landscape emerged.

Untitled no. 38

...in this track I brought together two beasts: guitar fuzz box Fuzz God IV and Soma's Lyra-8...to accomodate some sonic space I added Eventide's Space stompbox...
...result is an amazing noise improv...

paranoid II

Huellas Entreveradas

La Ba-Balle du Chien-Chien a la Me-Mere

This was my contribution to the Metapop's Native Instruments music producer's competition...Also, paying tribute to 9/11 events with this tiny prayer...

A Prayer

...going back in time to those golden days of FM/AM radio transmissions...thinking all the noises, transmissions and intermission signals, staying awake late in the night to turn the knob(s), seeking the unusual, out-of-this-world sonic textures...how great was that, right?!

cover photo: Matthew Feeney @Unsplash

Last Transmission

a view on an unknown planet many lightyears aways from the Solar system, far away from our home Earth...
an emotionally calm track, part of an album released on Bandcamp: https://noewacreativemusic.bandcamp.com/album/transmission

Planet C7

Souvenirs cachés / Innermost

Souvenirs cachés

audio and sound designer, noisemaker, improviser, aspiring soundtrack composer...I am continuously exploring noise and silence, and everything in between. my name's Levente Dudas, and this is N/O/E/W/A Project: my adventures in music and sounds!

as a musician, I am open to collaborations, so please listen to my works here and let me know if you are interested.

A Prayer

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