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Because to sing, to play, to listen you have to know how to be silent, you have to wait, you have to make room and give space to those around you, you have to be able to share with those close to you everything you want to express ...
and learn to share and enjoy together ..
... but it is that "duty" that will lead you to enjoy what you do and to make you grow as a woman, man and citizen.

Music is also this
m ° Marco

Seq06 O Ridiculous Irony Magic - Magia Ironica Ridicolous

“SchPCTR” is an acronym of „Schönberg“ and „spectrality“. It is based on one of my favorite pieces by Arnold Schönberg, the "Begleitmusik für eine Lichtspielszene" from 1929. It was a music for a film that never existed, thus an imaginary media piece. In the last third of the piece, the harmonium plays a series of sustained chords. I stretched these chords extremely and permuted them using the twelve-tone scale of the piece. In the course of the piece, the higher spectral components of the sounds increase continuously, thus becoming increasingly noisy at the end. The twelve-tone series was also the basis for the melodic elements that developed from the preceding figurations. Finally, the whole construct was once again "painted over" improvisationally.
The artwork has been made by Thomas Müller. See also www.flickr.com/photos/txmx-2/albums

SchPCTR

Dub way

Second part of Treasure Park Recursion, welcome to the park you just found!

Treasure Contains Park

Operation Freedom

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Just an Electronic Piece

New Year is the gateway through which the world's problems are smuggled from one year to the next.

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Welcome 2024

Through the train window the city unfolds like a story without chapters. The Yamanote Line, a perfect loop circling Tokyo, runs from dawn until after midnight—an endless rhythm carrying millions of footsteps through Shibuya, Shinjuku, Ikebukuro, Ueno. Every 59 minutes or so the journey completes itself, only to begin again, clockwise or counter-clockwise, outer circle or inner circle.

Somewhere between Ōsaki and Shinagawa, between the precise intervals of two and four minutes, time begins to dissolve. The city passes by in fragments—neon reflections on glass, the hum of conversations, the quiet presence of strangers who may never meet again. Trains move on the left, just like the cars, as if reminding you that even loops have their own direction.

It is less a commute than a daydream: a meditation on repetition, on lives intersecting for the briefest of moments, on the idea that a circle has no end—only the promise of return.

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