Beautiful, fascinating tribute to your friend.

Inspired by my favourite series of detective, horror novels - The Jack Nightingale books, by Stephen Leather. 

I asked Emily Anderson to join me on this. Huge thanks to Emily, with her incredible, haunting voice. https://soundcloud.com/emily-anderson-277030101

Stephen Leather's fantastic books - https://www.stephenleather.com/the-books

Proserpine (Mono Stone & Emily Anderson)

2020 was a good year for writing ...finding some old YouTube postings of mine

some trains won't leave
won't even start
though I put a thousand miles 
of rail beneath this heart
I’ve ridden hard, I've driven fast
But a part of me stayed at the station with my past
Some trains may leave,
but your memories still stuck back in town 

I hear that whistle blowin’, feel the wheels roll down the track 
But There’s a part of me… that won’t stop goin’ back
I never left your memories, still hear those sad goodbyes … 
Some trains won’t leave no matter how you try

Some Trains Don't leave (home demo)

The night sky stirs as evil forces conjure malevolent beings to do their bidding. Will they comply?

The Conjuring

This

Piano solo version of traditional Christmas song.

In Notte Placida

Original track - https://youtu.be/IJYK5tkgtvk
MOSNAR DET - Remixing, Drum Programming
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TSPC Flip Challenge 2 - B U M - T H A - H A Z E

The wide boy’s on the right side again.
Plays it straight down the middle, never in defence or attacking.
He stands tall with his eyes on the ball, grinning.
It’s not the taking part in the game that counts – it’s winning.

Here comes Ruddy Vile.
No VAR could cramp his style.
As high as sky - can see for miles.
On top of his world looking down on you.

She’s standing in the corner waving her white flag
cause he’ll make her take the penalty if she starts playing bad.
But right now she’s dealing with his tackle, and he’s outside his box.
He dribbles, he scores, he’s so cocksure,
he knocks her into touch

He’s dirty and so cockeyed.
Goal-line technology’s his guide.
His mother’s joy, his father’s pride.
He’s on top of his game going down on you.

He is Ruddy Vile
so it might be quite a while till he faces up to his denial
and his wife and his kid, and the things that he did…

Playing the field like it is a championship.
but he’s premier league - the first to get out of his kit.
This stud is loose and much too big for his boots, and his name may be mud
but there’s always extra time when someone blows his whistle
and there’s no substitute for love.

Here comes Ruddy Vile scoring with heartless smiles.
He doesn’t use lies or alibis, he just plays away – no local ties.
He knows the score, it’s in the net,
it’s the perfect match
and it’s the best a man can get

if you’ve got the style - you’ve got the style.
And he’s got the style.
Yes he’s got the style.
But oh he’s Ruddy Vile.

KICKIN' THE BALLS EP

Ruddy Vile

Florida

https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures
From Jo Richter, Poet, Sound Artist and Friend
Collaboration method: Sending back and forth, reworking and creating in collaboration with re-evolution café orchestra who composed all the music and played all the instruments. To enjoy more, listen here: @re-evolution_cafe. 

Apart from the poem, I added field recordings and partook in the editing.
narration: I live in a region that is home to some space industry – more importantly however, this region is also home to marvelous nature. This poem is nourished by many concepts and theories, most notably the colonial ideology of space as the „new frontier“ as well as Whiteheads „fallacy of misplaced concreteness“ and Nagel‘s thoughts expressed in „What is it like to be a bat“. It is also fed by the human-tamed beauty of reed landscapes around lake Federsee which can be seen in the photo I took.

gedicht / copyright jo richter:

welch unvorstellbare macht
muss die masse im erdkern
beleben, das wasser, die erde,
die wurzeln sicher zu halten

zu wahren, die landschaftsfalten
wie eine große gebärde
ins weltall zu richten, das fern
sternlicht um sternlicht entfacht

des tags wuchert das grün
höher und höher empor
bis der wind braune samen
biosphärenweit streut

welch wuchskraft, die sich nicht scheut
sich bis zum astralen
zu wenden aus schwarztiefem moor,
anarchisch und kühn

so müsse auch mensch sich recken,
heißt es, sich loszulösen,
zu den sternen zu streben,
geballte planetenmassen

mit erdensproßsinnen zu fassen,
sich aus den symbiosen zu heben
und seine bedürfnisblößen
xenobiotisch zu decken

welch trugschluss, den leib
dort zu bewegen, wo geist
sich angleicht und fragt: wie
ist es, so zu erleben

die saat darf und muss schweben,
sich aus massewucht lösen, die
sie hielt, doch wie weit sie auch reist,
das schilf, das sie treibt, verbleibt

interlinear rendition:
reeds at lake federsee // what incomprehensible power / has to inspire the mass in earth‘s core/ to hold, to keep the water, the earth / and the roots securely // the folds of the landscape / akin to a giant gesture / directed into the cosmos which lights / star after star in the distance // during the day, the lush green rises / higher and higher / until the wind distributes brown seeds / across the biosphere // what power of growth, not hesitating / to turn towards the stars / from the black deep of the moor / anarchic, courageous // thus man would have to strech as well / people say, to loosen their ties / per aspera ad astra / to measure dense planet masses // with earth-grown senses / detach themselves from symbioses / and cover their bare and many needs / with xenobiosis // what a fallacy of misplaced concreteness to move the body / where the mind adapts and queries / what it is like / to experience like that // mind‘s pollen may and will hover / free itself from the power of mass which / had held it but however far it will travel / the reed that grows it remains where it is //

Schilf am Federsee -Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches with Re-Evolution Café Orchestra

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Bounty Hunter

01 - SA - HCT - Ethereal Shimmer 
02 - SA - HCT - Solar Winds 
03 - SA - HCT - Purity Seal [Grid]

Solar Winds

Re-Evolution Cafe' Orchestra is an multimedia, sound and art project, featuring sonic canvasses and videos for your perusing: "eclectic musings" and "musical disambiguation", sometimes with lyrical commentary, sometimes not even a mere word. Near an unassailable flow, memory re-asserts its musicality.

Life forms commanded by code and intuition.
All code can be hacked!
Re-invent your paradigms.
Hack into your code.
Re-define who you are.
This is a yoga, 
this is you... 
Re-Evolution Cafe' Orchestra.
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