fantastic tranquil track but with attention ☻

'Sonic Bayou', written and produced by Editor Cole. I wrote this recently with the idea of it being on an EP for spa music, but when It was complete, It worked really well with the rest of the tracks I had written for 'Landing Party', which is an electronic album I'm releasing this spring. It's mostly ambient, dark ambient, atmospheric, sometimes hypnotic, and cinematic in parts. I've yet to finish mixing this, but as ever, best to listen with headphones, or through good monitors.

Sonic Bayou

From a 10 track album AMBIENCE Vol. 3 ZEN GARDEN
Listen to it on Bandcamp at the link below :
https://peteswinton.bandcamp.com/album/ambience-volume-3-zen-garden

Ambience Vol. 3 (Part Six) Zen Garden

Thanks for listening to this track. 
Walk your life without being bound by the memories of the past.
People set their own limits.
There is no such thing as a limit!
Let's jump out on our own, not the open road.
Old photos should have been full of smiles

Maximum limit to be Fate

Ignited by "Landfill Totems" by @Hainbach (w. Spitfire Audio)  - Wires, Noises, and some LABS auxiliary (Frozen Strings). 

Added eurorack chatter (mainly Moog 32, DFAM, DSM01,02,03 and Wogglebug) + Lexicons (41 and 80).

Beauty Oscillator

Narcoleptic Beauty Oscillator

his mouth erupted in vomit, a pop speech from another lifetime, shouted by an
inquisitor at the stake. his words droned and it seemed to me that every
man, woman and child at the game found themselves possessed by the spirit of
a goat that danced and sang quietly to itself as angels fell dead and plucked
at the stranded corndogs that floated inside their brains:

i was no exception, dancing and waving my arms with the others. my body
twitched and hummed. the only thing that seemed strangely out of place was
the fireball that glowed green at the centre of the gathering, above our hips,
just above the ground.

i decided to ignore it, and so i staggered and gazed at my new friends,
singing and dancing with their arms outstretched, as if to embrace the
world, beckon its life force, absorb the very essence of their
existence into their bones, into their abstract minds and thereby to
become absolute.

they raised their voices and warbled out a requiem from the world of faery.
as if each was the primrose of a song from the king of faeries. the king of
doom and darkness.

each one more beautiful than the last, some with hair of yellow sun, some
with hair of blue fire, some with glistening red lips and eyes that would
pierce a thousand daggers through the hearts of men and women, of lovers and
believers, of all the mindless drones who lived in the shining metropolises
of the modern age.

they sang and danced and shook their bodies in a rubenesque frenzy of the
senses made manifest to blind old age and make beautiful the world of
dreams and souls. they stomped their feet to stir the ashes of the
dead to bear witness to our working of the matter of the cosmos. an orgy of
flesh and sighs and spasms and flesh head-thrashing with their limbs
outstretched. their. limbs.

it seemed to me that anything that could live among them at that moment
would consider itself lucky to die with them and be remembered by none.

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This is actually the first track I recorded by myself since early 4-track recordings decades ago. Recorded at the start of lockdown on an iPad before I discovered Ableton; cleaned up in 2023 for a new airing. Always saw it as a sonic future-scape that is a little rough around the edges but worth sharing again.
Image: AI via Lexica.

El Futuro Es...

30 May 2023

To get good recordings of birds you have to come close. On way of achieving this is to work with concealed microphones. It’s not easy to predict where the target bird/s will be, and I regularly fail in my attempts, but occasionally I succeed. I scouted a semi-open sandy area – a former tree seed orchard –  where I had encountered lekking Black Grouse last year, and hid a small stereo lavalier microphone overnight in the crown of an isolated small pine tree. One by one the Black Grouse males arrived in the late evening hours and immediately began displaying around the small pine tree.  

Umeå commune, Västerbotten County (63.39 N, 19.54 E)

Primo-EM172s

01_01.05

In the middle of the Black Grouse lekk

Mola (45)

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La PEna de'l stablo descuadrado Vs. El arándano Tóxico con latencia en el entrecejo

The wonderful Luciole Langevine https://soundcloud.com/luciole-langevine interprets one of my songs. 
A song of optimism.
Luciole Langevine - Voice
All instruments and production - The Inconsistent Jukebox
More to come.
Image of the aerialist, Lyn Routledge, in York Minster for the Incandescence Circus Theatre.
SECOND WIND (lyrics B. Snaith)

When 'Home Sweet Home' is wearing thin.
When you feel the bones
Through the thickest skin.
When all your hope is full of holes.
When your bag of dreams has got punctures in...

How can you believe?
When there's no room to breathe
And all you swallow is vacuum.

You must hold it all in
Till you get your second wind
Then you blow it to your friends
In a kiss of life.
To break the spell.

Tell me, how is it you stay awake while the rest suffocate?

Second WInd

Pete Swinton is a half Hungarian, half Polish man born in London, UK in 1961. Between 1988 and 2003 he lived in Portugal. Since 2015 he lives in Jawa, Indonesia. He began playing guitar in the '70s. He started playing keyboards in the 2000s. He makes Ambient and Experimental music. And a cross between the 2 which he calls Insanbient music. He was using the name Srigala but has now stopped. (To hear the music as accurately as it was recorded and mixed the use of headphones is strongly recommended)

Ambience Vol. 3 (Part Six) Zen Garden

PETE SWINTON

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