wow Patrick, very stimulating to my ears. Give me the chills. This is music out of the box.   You too know how to awaken senses my friend! Amazing work!

ok now I know why you liked my Mystic Land 😂😂 you love the noise!!!!!!!! 💕🤩

This shaked every sense in my body!!! Congrats 👏🎉

checking back in for a refresher--this song is so interesting and complex , it always seems brand new:)

Ingenious, experimental electric guitar session. Wonderfully magical and transparent. So much creative noise!  🪐

Intriguing and compelling exploration of electronic 'noise', like an undersea world : )

Lammbone

Hello… so have you ever noticed certain things about yourself that never change? This song, ‘Just Like I Always Do’ is about that very thing. I found myself  outside the other day, playing with rivulets of snow melt. Making channels with a rake, for the water to run down and I laughed… my feet were soaking wet and I was having a grand old time. Reminded me of a time in kindergarten, when I arrived late to school, soaked to the bone, as I was playing in the rain along the way. So that playful side of me has not changed at all. I also noticed, like flowing water, how vital it is for me to keep moving. A fluidity when it comes to living and learning about life. Recently, singing has been like that for me. Bear with me on this. A little backstory: As a kid, I had a brief stint in my middle school choir. I did not want to join the choir, that’s for sure. The music teacher had picked us out, after brief singing auditions. After our first performance, my mother, God rest her soul, told me I did not have to go back to choir anymore, if I did not want to. Out of the 50 kids on stage, I was the only one not singing. I just looked down so no one could see my mouth… except my eagle-eyed mom. Simple as that, I was done with it. There were other things I wanted to do as a precociously rebellious kid, running around the neighborhood, as it were. Now, half a century later, I have been learning to sing on my own. It has not been easy uncovering that latent voice of mine. Looking back, sometimes I wish I had stuck with it as a kid. So about a decade or so ago, this dude I worked with asked me if I’d show him some stuff on guitar. His mom was a musician and music teacher and he grew up with music in his life. He was always singing and playing guitar. As we hung out, he noticed I never sang and asked me why. After basically dodging his question, he told me the only thing stopping me from singing was me. Talk about a hard lesson to swallow. So now, bringing us up to speed, I had some fun exploring my nascent singing voice on this song. The image is of me and Garnet running the hills in early Spring. Hope you like it and thanks for listening. Take care, Mark

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Just Like I Always Do

sonic and rhythmic exploration of my noisy electric guitar solo.
visual: extract of one of my recent abstract painting in colors.

DANS L'OMBRE DE MA GUITARE  PATRICK PICAULT

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Thanks as always for your generous time listening, for your comments and for your shares

That's Not Right - Jamie Rhind

To the one i love

PARADISE 

On her cheek a tear 
and I'm ready to do 
anything 
She won't look at me 
and in my head it's 
anything 

To prove her right 
I'm even ready to say 
anything
I can hear those around me saying 
that it doesn't work like that 
anything

they don't understand 
that with her I win every time
I who didn't believe 
she is now 
my only faith 

The days 
end to end forge my life 
always
lead me to her my future 
the day 
when the time comes to leave
love
will be my only true
Paradise

With my hand raised I'd be lying 
if I had to get her 
from a bad situation 
I can already hear those who will say 
that these things can't be done 
no, no, not like that 

they don't understand 
that she does it every day 
as much for me
she knows how to put off winter with her arms
when I tell her I'm too cold. 

The days 
end to end forge my life 
always
lead me to her, my future 
the day 
when the time comes to leave
love
will be my last
Paradise

Paradis (translated)

Here begins the journey into the unknown. We leave everything behind knowing that we probably won´t return. 
For some it will be a search, for others an escape.
What will we find? Nobody knows. Just guesses.

Thanks to Jose Rodulfo and his guitar for accompanying me on this journey. 
https://www.facebook.com/rodulfoanula
Art with Canva

The Journey - SpaceRock

Instrumental Composition, Bass, Guitar, Keyboard & Mix by Garddwr Porffor: https://soundcloud.com/garddwrporffor
Lyrics, Vocals, Vocal Composition by Nadia Selvaggi

Coney Island Day
by Nadia Selvaggi

Let's get away!
The city's heat is driving us insane
The Grand Street hydrant has run dry
The air conditioner doesn't run on high
The Q train's only half an hour away

Ah, Coney Island day!

Feel the cool breeze in the sky,
a hundred feet up on high
The Wonder Wheel and Cyclone
are guaranteed to electrify

Where umbrellas dot the shoreline,
the sun burns under rainbow skies,
and kites swirl like ribbons in the sky,
just like my spirit does today

Let's take a holiday!

At Surf & Stillwell down the boardwalk,
we'll eat a Famous Nathan's hotdog,
play a game of volleyball,
ride in a bumper car and stay late,
and watch the fireworks display

We'll stroll down Riegelmann Boardwalk,
and take the rides at Luna Park,
eat candy apples and popcorn,
Totonno's pizza coal fired
on a mid summer day

We'll take a little holiday,
west of Ocean Parkway
Feel our troubles fade away
in Brooklyn's little hideaway

Ah, Coney Island Day!

Coney Island Day by Garddwr Porffor & Nadia Selvaggi

I recorded some toy glockenspiel on top of my telecaster. On the other track good old electric guitar feedback.

Tulppaanit

https://soundcloud.com/user-30528268/in-the-belly-of-a-scarecrow

In The Belly Of A Scarecrow (prelude)

A Circle Around Time

They sang not with voices, but with the memory of shape.
Beneath the shattered pane, echoes gathered
fragments of forgotten rites,
lit by the flicker of a candle that never cast heat.
Each note a reflection,
each silence a scream caught in glass.
An homage to the room that remembers you,
long after you've past.

Canticles for the Dead Mirror

csound source: https://github.com/tonpatt/compositions/tree/master/onde%2Bcric2

These are two studies realized in Csound in 1995 and revised in 2025. The first is a study on the timbral variations resulting from the interference of sounds with closely related frequencies; the second is a study on noise and the manipulation of sound through filters, delay, and feedback.

onde+cric2

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 sawing 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

A Taylor column - part 2

Nameless Dread

Yecidera Ondiver

Another snippet from Caligo Paean, darker in tone to evoke the power Of Caligo, who wasn't just in charge of mist but ruled the domain of chaos. 

Caligo Paean is a 1 hour long sound piece installed on river front property in the town of Franklin, Tasmania as part of the exhibition "When The Fog Clears". It formed part of the Ten Days on The Island Festival March 2025.
The work was installed in several locations across the property including a stack of subs under an old bus, in the main exhibition space and in an abandoned shed some 40 metres from the main area . The speakers were 'tuned' quite differently depending on their location and the sound was not delay corrected with the result of each mini-installation merging with each other in odd sonic ways - kind of calling the listener from one spot to another. The the work features field recordings, percussion, piano, bass guitar and Intonarumori as well as this special one off choir : )

Caligo is the Ancient goddess of Chaos. Born of the fog she controls the darkness, dwells in the void and is as old as the primordial matter that created the universe. This work is a tribute to the goddess as she continues to influence our lives and, in the case of this installation, the site and concept informing the show.

Official press release below for The Fog Clears

Every day, the mists of the Huon Valley perform a seductive dance, gently obscuring and revealing contours of the fertile land and waters. Situated in The Watershed Franklin, When The Fog Clears features six artists from lutruwita / Tasmania exploring the region’s iconic mists through a variety of mediums including installation, sculpture, illustration, sound, and video.

Developed exclusively for Franklin, this exhibit extends from the waterfront itself into the chambers, kilns, and rafters of the shed, inviting visitors to consider fog as an atmosphere that can cloak us in unexpected ways.

Caligo Paean (The Abyss Calls)

Cursed Veil

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

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