Long Gone Summer (2025).

Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TCNEjnyJc3w

Soulful Sun

Soulful Sun & Video Link

There are moments when it's better to stop, think and never stop loving
three one-take improvised tracks with a trap drum machine base

Dis70pic0

Produced in the
ARAPA Music Studio
Sydney - Australia
24.9.2025

Artwork:  #azcreativestudiosydney

No Time For Second Place

TRAMPELFÂD
Laboratory for Contemporary Electronic Experimental Music

Rec.name : " The BR CI Test "
credit :

date : 26-09-2025

PLEASE VISIT OUR MAIN PAGE :

trampelfad.bandcamp.com
and
maxelzholz.bandcamp.com

Live 2024 :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y52VDBHP-cc
Robots 2015 :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8DKtzLNZfvo

How  Cells Interlinked

TEMPONADE

29Sep25
Created 10 years ago. This a slightly polished version of that track 😊

Strutolus

Sax, drums and jazz and roll

2025-10-04

anticipation of things to come

Velo

ベルを鳴らして走り下りる／肩から背へ枝葉の影が走る
覆いかぶさる枝葉の合間に／鈍く光る銀輪が見え隠れし
ひかりがまだらに散らばる／弧をえがいて素早いものよ
切りどおしの坂の基底から／苔色の石垣が曲がるところ
身を捻り肩越しに振り返る／暗がりから見上げている人
木に隠れた迷い家に気づく／頬に痣のような影を置いて
黒い窓が並び見下ろしてる／いつもその背中を見ていた

庭園は蔓草と虎杖に埋まり
草の中から木が噴き出して
枝扇のように空にひろがり
その枝から廃屋の眼窩を見
黒い窓の目が追う彼方の坂
喉を鳴らすような機構の音
緑の闇を縫うて水銀の遁走

I ring my bell and race down the steep slope.
Through the overhanging branches, light spills in patches across the road.
At the bottom of the steep descent, I stop my bike, twist my body, and glance over my shoulder. I notice an abandoned house hidden among the trees on the high ground. Rows of black windows stare down at me.

A dull gleam of silver wheels flickered in and out among the trees.
Something swift, tracing an arc as it ran.
Where the moss-colored stone wall curved.
A person watching me from the shadows.
A shadow like a bruise fell across that person's cheek.
I always saw only his/her back.

The abandoned house's garden was buried in vines and Japanese knotweed.
A single tree grew up from the grass, its branches spreading like a fan into the sky.
I perched on one of those branches, watching the windows of the abandoned house, like eye sockets.
Below the black, eye-like windows lay a steep slope.
The sound of a mechanism, like a throat clearing, echoed, and mercury fled, weaving through the green darkness.


velo

Inspired by the haiku by Matsuo Basho
Picture by free parking


Crow Song (Naviarhaiku096-On a bare branch)

noimspartacus