https://clocolan.bandcamp.com/album/o-p-e-r-r-a-t-a

op+errata

1.self

https://clocolan.bandcamp.com/album/empathy-alpha

Part soundtrack, part audio play, Empathy (alpha) is the first of five discrete sci-fi cinematic scenes in this album, each scored as a work of drama. The music is structured on a 9x9x9 numerical matrix and is inspired by sci-fi soundtracks and electronica of the 70s and 80s.

"Can you hear my voice?"

Empathy Alpha

Empathy (alpha)

Buy: https://clocolan.bandcamp.com/track/im-afraid-to-look-out

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5dOAGOVKp1w

Composed, produced, and mastered by Emlyn Ellis Addison
Recorded April 2024 in Providence, Rhode Island

Released by Redpan, catalog No. RP009

I'm Afraid to Look Out

I'm Afraid To Look Out

https://clocolan.bandcamp.com/album/2k10-2k20

2k10-2k20

maletsunyane falls

The world's largest iceberg, A23a — equivalent to the size of Rhode Island- is endlessly spinning near the South Orkney Islands, about 375 miles from the Antarctic Peninsula. Its dance is caused by a phenomenon in fluid mechanics known as a Taylor column. It's essentially a rotating cylinder that forms when there's an obstruction in a flow. The A23a is trapped in a kind of ocean vortex, a Taylor column.
There are many paths a collaboration can take you down. Although the typical one tends to be shaped as a kind of dialog or turn-taking, I like the most those that, instead, become as sewing a seed and watching what happens then, including some active intervention: somebody tells an idea, or provides some materials or tracks to you and they start a self-organizing process in one's DAW. That's what happened here: @user-737426987 Ambient Annie provided some tracks that made some musical sense by themselves, but I used them as seeds for something different though related. Another of Ambient Annie's relevant contributions to this track has been in providing a concept, even though this was originally unintentional: some of our email conversations deal with natural phenomena, and therefore Antarctica, its fauna and icebergs gracefully popped up. Some months later, the seeds swelled, stems grew and leaves appeared, giving way to the flowering that you can now listen to.
During the final mixing rounds, Nyarlathotep, the three-lobed burning eye creature from Lovecraft's cosmogonies, passing his crawling chaos through the throat of @lhtrah Lht (another SC artist you should listen to), unexpectedly contributed with some primordial chants to this track: my degree in Miskatonik studies allowed me to decode the singing as "I will die and nobody will remember me", which is quite appropriate for an iceberg that is slowly melting. As far as I could find out this song was first featured in a film by Alejandro Jodorowsky, "Fando y Lis" (1968).
Ship bell by Mateusz_Chenc @ freesound.

A Taylor column

Tori, hitori, hi: A bird, alone, in the sun
鳥、一人、日

Based on Hosomi Ayako's haiku:
野分あとひとり歩きに日あまねし　
nowaki ato hitori aruki ni hi amaneshi

after the typhoon
I walk around alone -
sunshine everywhere
https://www.naviarrecords.com/naviarhaiku598-after-the-typhoon/

Typhoon recording by ljdyfstories @ freesound
https://freesound.org/people/ljdyfstories/sounds/394001/
Sterna sumatrana recordings thanks to xeno-canto:
https://xeno-canto.org/species/Sterna-sumatrana
Pedal steel guitar by Travis Linville, with fectoper additional treatments

Tori, hitori, hi (naviarhaiku598)

Someone promised to wait.
To wait beyond.
Beyond the hourglasses and the mounds of swollen flesh.
Beyond the cuneiform codices, the spiral labyrinths, the bone flutes of extinct birds.
Past the pyramids of time and the colossal granite dolmens slumbering beneath Antarctic glaciers.
But no one came back.

The song is the lament of those who still hope to say goodbye.
To say goodbye fiercely—with their eyes, with their hands, with everything that exists beyond the body.
To part with such violence that reality thins, and the blazing ground of grass takes on the texture of dragonfly wings.
The voice of the one still waiting calls out, demands, roars through the wound that a heavy slab carved with the word “LOVE” can barely cauterize.
The slab of a forgotten grave, in a windswept cemetery on the Atlantic coast.
At the edge of a cliff where—warmed by magma beating to the phases of the moon—earth, ocean, and sky fuse together: into amber, into lead, into cobalt.

When those who wait begin to sing, their voices pierce the unyielding concrete of nuclear reactors, the crust of the earth, the frozen core of the gas giants in the solar system.
Their voices rattle dead loudspeakers, tear through the white noise of radios lost in the ether, whisper in the echoes of abandoned cathedrals, and sigh in crackling exhaustion through the worn-out waiting rooms of hospitals.

You can’t stop their voices from rearing up inside your eardrum, nesting forever in the synapses of your auditory nerve—so you can carry them far.
Perhaps all the way to the one who never received the goodbye.

Pictures: Lht
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Alguien prometió esperar. Esperar más allà. Más allá de los relojes de arena y de los montículos de carne tumefacta. Más allá de los códices cuneiformes, de los laberintos en espiral, de las flautas de hueso de pájaros extintos. Allende las pirámides del tiempo y los colosales dólmenes de granito que dormitan bajo glaciares antárticos. Pero nadie volvió.

La canción es el lamento de los que esperan poder despedirse. Despedirse intensamente. Con los ojos, con las manos, con todo lo que hay más allá del cuerpo, despedirse con tal violencia que la realidad se adelgace y el suelo fulgurante de hierba adquiera consistencia de alas de libélula. La voz de quien aún espera reclama, inquiere, brama a través de la herida que una pesada losa con la palabra "AMOR" apenas logra cauterizar. La losa de una tumba olvidada, en un remoto cementerio azotado por el viento del Atlántico. Al borde de un acantilado donde, calentados por un magma que late siguiendo las fases de la luna, tierra, océano y cielo se fusionan; en ámbar, en plomo, en cobalto.

Cuando cantan los que esperan, sus voces atraviesan el hormigón implacable de los reactores nucleares, la corteza de la tierra, el núcleo congelado de los gigantes gaseosos del sistema solar. Sus voces sacuden altavoces desconectados, rasgan el ruido blanco de las radios perdidas en el éter, susurran en las reverberaciones de catedrales abandonadas, y suspiran crepitantes en las extenuadas salas de espera de los hospitales.

No puedes evitar que sus voces se te enjirafen al tímpano y aniden eternamente en las sinapsis de tu nervio auditivo, para que las lleves bien lejos. Tal vez hasta quien no pudo recibir el adiós.

Llévame lejos

MERCEDEZ BRAZY

Purification

From the limited edition 7" lathe-cut vinyl EP released by Castles In Space:
https://clocolan-cis.bandcamp.com/album/daisy-chain

1. Daisy Chain
2. This Is The Extinction Vortex	
3. I'm Not Nothing I'm Something

Daisy Chain

Rendered EP https://clocolan.bandcamp.com/album/rendered

Around thirty tracks were developed for 'It's Not Too Early For Each Other'. Of those that weren't shelved or abandoned, many didn't make the cut. Some of these I've collected here. These tracks bring more perspective to the album but also stand on their own.

Purification

North Erosion

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