This suite of pieces is all due to the inspiration of https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures. Aka "Jo Richter" is combination of the sensitivity of Rainer Maria Rilke, the eye for juxtaposition of Hannah Hoch , the aesthetic eclectic genius of Rainer Werner Fassbinder, the austere imagery of Wim Wenders and the sense of human theatric of Bertolt Brecht. The man's work is something you should experience. 
Get it Dig it! You won't forget it!

Thank you Jo for allowing me to wiggle a little and maybe a lot and maybe even a lot more on some tracks.!

So Ladies and Gentlemen these are Jo's original words and poem:

Stepping out of the opening
at the foot of the spire, facing
the gaping, gasping plaza, the sun
behind him blotted out by the lean,
white purveyor of contemplation, he
shuddered the way one trembles
after narrowly escaping the lure
of prolonged exultation.

Up there, he knows, his muse
still combs and grooms the knotted
wisdom of her braids, humming
a tune of beauty. Up there, he
knows, rests his legacy in verse, scrolls
upon scrolls of scribbled glyphs,
each one a masterpiece of his
heightened sensory exaltation.

This is no path that could have been
avoided, she crooned into the waxen
ear of his remaining memory, as art
has always longed to be subjected
and enslaved, to suffer the necessity
of being forged on vulgar vices. Oh
for the kiln that never foregoes fire, he
would have wailed in common fury.

Is there a place where one who has
abandoned home can rest his head,
he asked. This world is made of places,
a passer-by replied. How can he who has
rescinded wells still quench his thirst, he
asked. All life is born from water, a passer-by
remarked. Who in the world are you, he
quizzed a passer-by, who would not answer.

And all the homes he saw were made
of brick and mortar, colour and concrete.
And all the forests he walked were brimming
with the secret of the spooky action at a
distance. He dared not raise his eyes too far.
He did, although, not hesitate to tame
his fears, revulsions, lusts, ambitions.
Yet all he touched turned into song sublime.
All words copyright © Jo Richter 2023

All words and music copyright © Jo Richter and Re-Evolution Cafe' Orchestra 2023
All music recorded and mixed @ Broken Glass Ranch, Colorado.

Photo Credit: Re-Evolution Cafe' Orchestra © 2023

Cantos 1, 2 and 3 @ sonic structures and silent stretches w/ Re-Evolution Cafe' Orchestra

This suite of pieces - https://soundcloud.com/re-evolution_cafe/sets/joe-cantos-1-and-2?si=d75a079edbde4afdbae6ae0037afe152&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing 
is all due to the inspiration of https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures. Aka "Jo Richter" is combination of the sensitivity of Rainer Maria Rilke, the eye for juxtaposition of Hannah Hoch , the aesthetic eclectic genius of Rainer Werner Fassbinder, the austere imagery of Wim Wenders and the sense of human theatric of Bertolt Brecht. The man's work is something you should experience. 
Get it Dig it! You won't forget it!

Thank you Jo for allowing me to wiggle a little and maybe a lot and maybe a lot on some tracks.!

So Ladies and Gentlemen these are Jo's original words and poem:

Stepping out of the opening
at the foot of the spire, facing
the gaping, gasping plaza, the sun
behind him blotted out by the lean,
white purveyor of contemplation, he
shuddered the way one trembles
after narrowly escaping the lure
of prolonged exultation.

Up there, he knows, his muse
still combs and grooms the knotted
wisdom of her braids, humming
a tune of beauty. Up there, he
knows, rests his legacy in verse, scrolls
upon scrolls of scribbled glyphs,
each one a masterpiece of his
heightened sensory exaltation.

This is no path that could have been
avoided, she crooned into the waxen
ear of his remaining memory, as art
has always longed to be subjected
and enslaved, to suffer the necessity
of being forged on vulgar vices. Oh
for the kiln that never foregoes fire, he
would have wailed in common fury.

Is there a place where one who has
abandoned home can rest his head,
he asked. This world is made of places,
a passer-by replied. How can he who has
rescinded wells still quench his thirst, he
asked. All life is born from water, a passer-by
remarked. Who in the world are you, he
quizzed a passer-by, who would not answer.

And all the homes he saw were made
of brick and mortar, colour and concrete.
And all the forests he walked were brimming
with the secret of the spooky action at a
distance. He dared not raise his eyes too far.
He did, although, not hesitate to tame
his fears, revulsions, lusts, ambitions.
Yet all he touched turned into song sublime.
All words copyright © Jo Richter 2023

All words and music copyright © Jo Richter and Re-Evolution Cafe' Orchestra 2023
All music recorded and mixed @ Broken Glass Ranch, Colorado.

Photo Credit: Re-Evolution Cafe' Orchestra © 2023

Canto 2

Canto 1

Canto 3

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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