for Paetzold contrabass recorder and accordion

Commissioned by Tabea Debus and Samuele Telari, with funding from Beauftragten der Bundesregierung für Kultur und Medien as part of NEUSTART KULTUR.

Recording from 2022 - Sam Stadlen (Stadlen Productions)

Tabea Debus (contrabass recorder)
Samuele Telari (accordion)

As part of 'Sounds of Now: Rotations' at Music in the Round, Sheffield
Film here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EpV8ClWuDAo

slowly, turning (2022)

I was married on Sunday
Buried on Monday
On Tuesday I rose
I rose from the sea.

I went down with the anchor
Off Salamanca
Down to the bottom
The anchor and me.

I went down with the anchor
Right to the bottom
And there I rested
Deep in the sea.

I was married on Sunday
Buried on Monday
On Tuesday I rose
The anchor and me.

I was married on Sunday
Buried on Monday
On Tuesday I rose
I rose from the sea.

And if I am lagging
It’s the anchor I’m dragging
The anchor that took me
Into the sea.

I went down with an anchor
Off Salamanca
It went to the bottom
And there I should be.

I was married on Sunday
Buried on Monday
On Tuesday I rose
The anchor and me.

I was married on Sunday
Buried on Monday
On Tuesday I rose
I rose from the sea.

And here I am standing
On soil that is sandy
Thinking about things
The anchor and me.

And if I am lagging
It’s the anchor I’m dragging
What would you expect
With a man from the sea?

I was married on Sunday
Buried on Monday
On Tuesday I rose
I rose from the sea.

I was married on Sunday
Buried on Monday
On Tuesday I rose
The anchor and me.

Married on Sunday r6

Leonard gazes
Out from the shadows
Peers at a world
Where he cannot be.

Dressed in an old
Natty suit
He stands four-square
In his field of dreams.

He stands there
At the water’s edge 
He cannot cross 
He can only look.

Yet his gaze crosses
That watery field
Transmits the essence
Of every book.

Leonard rests
In Shadow Land
A lighter shade
Against the pale.

There is neither
Dark nor light
Nor is there even
Hill or dale.

It is a place
Of quiet foreboding
From which
Silent sailors rise.

Returning
To the water’s edge 
To lean that way
Until sunrise.

Gazing across
That watery chasm
Drawn by old songs
And memories.

Unable to return
To an old Eden
Unable to move onwards
To the sea.

Leonard gazes
Out from the shadows
Peers at a world
Where he cannot be.

Dressed in an old
Natty suit
He stands four-square
In his field of dreams.

Leonard in Shadow Land r3

This track was played in the Trinitatis Kirke in Copenhagen. At the time there was a wonderful organ recital in progress, so I felt compelled to create this track. It was played on the Moog Model 15 app. Effects from Eventide were added later on.

Themes From Copenhagen II - Trinitatis Kirke

A demo  I recorded sometime between 2020 and 2022 which ended up being a leftover sound wave after choosing tracks for the Glassplanet micro album

Dream Diving(Demo)

My blue bossa ー機械のボサノヴァ－

Wait! Perhaps there is still hope! Our hero Johnny must fight the war-mongering Mister Disco, the captain of Callisto. Is this the final showdown of our saga? Will our hero save the world, for the present and future generations? Find out by tuning into Callisto Swing!

Nothing’s stopping me from having fun fun fun
Nothings stopping me from having fun
Wake up to the beating of the drum drum drums
Wake up to them beating in the sun


We’re six days away from the end of this world
Seven more til I’m gone
I think we better swing callisto round and round
Swing callisto round and round
Swing Callisto round and around and around, get it on

On the twenty-second hour of the thirty-seventh day
Callisto was wound up like a string
On the finger that hovers over everybody’s fate
The eyeball that watches on everything

Well I dreamed I saw his face I saw the captain of Callisto
His teeth were sharp and pointed like a pistol
But he smelled, like genocide and rubbing alcohol
His crippled feet could barely keep him up to crawl

So I shot him in the belly with a colt 45
And he said he didn’t know he was alive
Yes I shot him in the belly with a colt 45
And for 7 hours he just sat there. He sat there.
He sat there and the mother fucker died

Well now I’m in the vault that keeps it’s eye on everyone
But I can barely hear the drum bum bum bum bup
So I think ill step outside I’ll like the door and eat the key
And go join in with the drummers by the sea

Ghost Rock Radio

Callisto Swing

09. Callisto Swing

Acoustic cover - inspired by the YouTube version by fraternal sounds.

Papercut (acoustic cover of Zedd, Troye Sivan)

Thousands of young people were partying at dawn when Hamas militants stormed the Supernova music festival and opened fire.

VVOIDVV

Sound of the fire.
A deep and deliberate dissonance.
A flash to those already there.
Friends of minds entwined.

Samhain - Sound Of The Fire

lets try

Writer of prose and poetry since mid-1960s. Given an acoustic guitar in 1978 by long-suffering sister. Many songs produced that way. More recently, guitar skills all but faded, using GarageBand and Logic Pro to put words to music.
ps. The Bandcamp songs should be free to download. Please let me know if they're not.

Leonard in Shadow Land r3

Peter Grimbeek