Great Japanese traditional vibe coming through....great fusion of ancient and modern!

Excellent mimimalist, spacial ambient composition. Has mystery and suspense.

Hi Sanshu! Cool sonic concept! >>> Mesmerizing sound effects! 🧡🧡🧡🧡❣

Amazing percussive beats! Wonderful sounding track Dear Friend! So enjoyable XOXOXO

The burning eternal question - do you love me?
Do you love me, you love me?
Well so do people who sell ice-cream
They'll say anything, they think I'd like to hear

Do yo love me like they do?

Hey girl, you better watch out
cos people care not for what you may
Though it's written on their faces
They hide behind sweet words

Anybody for ice-cream (or tennis)?
(a nod to @nic_nic_nic: Nic for tennis suggestion)

Live Studio recording, engineered by Darren Flynn
Drums Steve O'Keeffe (The Pale/BluesConfidential  www.bluesconfidential.com
https://soundcloud.com/bluesconfidential) 
Bernard Byrne (The Pale)
Lead vocals, BV, guitar, art by Suzanne Ledwith

Change of Address

Hey Ho

"Up in the Gallery" (German: "Auf der Galerie") is a short piece of fiction written by Franz Kafka. It was created between November 1916 and February 1917 and published in the collection „Ein Landarzt“ (A Country Doctor) in 1919. The story offers two versions of a scene in which a young man watches a circus ringmaster and a woman on horseback. (Wikipedia)

The picture shows a section of: At The Circus Fernando, The Rider
by Henri Toulouse-Lautrec (1888)

Public domain translation by Ian Johnston (November 2003)                     


Up in the Gallery

If some frail tubercular lady circus rider 
were to be driven in circles around and around 
the arena for months and months 
without interruption 
in front of a tireless public 
on a swaying horse 
by a merciless whip-wielding 
master of ceremonies, 
spinning on the horse, 
throwing kisses and swaying at the waist, 
and if this performance, 
amid the incessant roar 
of the orchestra and the ventilators, 
were to continue into 
the ever-expanding, gray future, 
accompanied by applause, 
which died down and then swelled up again, 
from hands which were really steam hammers, 
perhaps then a young visitor to the gallery 
might rush down the long stair case 
through all the levels, 
burst into the ring, and cry “Stop!” 
through the fanfares 
of the constantly adjusting orchestra.


But since things are not like that,
(Since things are not like that…rep.)         

since a beautiful woman, in white and red, 
flies in through curtains 
which proud men in livery open in front of her, 
since the director, 
devotedly seeking her eyes, 
breathes in her direction, 
behaving like an animal, and, as a precaution, 
lifts her up on the dapple-gray horse, 
as if she were his grand daughter, 
the one he loved more 
than anything else,
as she starts a dangerous journey, 
but he cannot decide to give the signal with his whip 
and finally, 
controlling himself, gives it a crack, 
runs right beside the horse with his mouth open, 
follows the rider's leaps with a sharp gaze, 
hardly capable of comprehending her skill, 
tries to warn her by calling out in English, 
furiously castigating the grooms holding hoops, 
telling them to pay the most scrupulous attention, 
and begs the orchestra, with upraised arms,
to be quiet before the great jump, 
finally lifts the small woman down from the trembling horse, 
kisses her on both cheeks, 
considers no public tribute adequate, 
while she herself, leaning on him, 
high on the tips of her toes, 
with dust swirling around her, 
arms outstretched and head thrown back, 
wants to share her luck with the entire circus—
since this is how things are, 
the visitor to the gallery puts his face on the railing and, 
sinking into the final march as if into a difficult dream, weeps, 
without realizing it.  (rep.)

Up In The Gallery (Kafka, 1919)

On My Own

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A children's fairy tale as a name giver? One might have expected that from economists, but from astrophysicists? Well, they were also inspired by economists when it came to finding a catchy, symbolic replacement for the term habitable zone. This is the name given to the area around a star in which life could arise on possible planets.


Very roughly speaking, the distance to the star must allow temperatures at which water remains liquid on the surface of a planet. According to the ideas of terrestrial biology, life cannot develop without this.

For decades, this was a rather theoretical consideration. The few scholars who thought about habitats in other star systems first spoke of ecosphere or life zone, until they finally agreed on habitable zone. Sounds nicely learned. But with the discovery of the first exoplanets, planets outside our solar system, at the end of the millennium, academic as well as general attention increased enormously: Is there something out there? Is there distant, alien life? Could there be? With each newly discovered exoplanet is meaningfully tapped: Isn't it so close to its star that it burns up everything? Doesn't it orbit it so far that everything freezes on its surface?

It's like in a fairy tale with Goldilocks and the three bears, where everything has to be just right. The porridge must not be too hot, the little bear's chair undamaged, his bed unused. Economists have long spoken of a goldilocks economy when moderate growth coincides with slight inflation. A fairy-tale term - now also for an astrobiological concept.

Brevity Of Life (Goldilocks)

Life is amazing. Flowers grow in sidewalks, hawks make nests on top of skyscrapers, sun is warm, rain is life giving.
I think we complicate life by confusing it with "living" by goals and imposed "desires" that make us anxious: need more money/have to live in a penthouse/bigger faster cars/
It's not bad to work and produce but when you lose sight of mortality/empathy/sharing. then your "productivity" will not bring you satisfaction or peace.
we are very temporary. It is just as easy to care as it is to hoard and to help as it is to hate.
anyways I hope you enjoy this song.I'mplaying around with guitar notes, no structure just let the fingers go wherever whenever

tiny little lizard scampers on the screen
grabbing tight the wires with his tiny little feet
gets into a spot of sun that hits him on his back
he's so happy now I wish I could always feel like that

happy little firefly flits across the lawn
flashing bright his small tail light ,singing his happy song
nothing here to slow him down or cause him pain or fright
I wish that when I walk out side I'd always shine that bright

So I'm the only one in the world today
the only one here to sing and play
I put on my Sunday best
I say to heck with all the rest
I'm going to walk among flowers and trees
No people here to fear or please
I'll let the sun warm my back
I'll let my light shine bright
Not worry so much about living
but just go celebrate life

it's not that complicated

After a trip through the Mediterranean with the paramour of my life years ago... these lyrics emerged as an expression of gratitude and love. Yesterday those lyrics found home in this new original composition.

Forever thinking about you and the family we've made baby.

Thinkin' About You [Instrumental]

An experimental project featuring generative drones, improvised instruments, vocal performances, and unique production techniques.

Upheaval

J-Beat Magnetism

again a wonderful open collaboration offer by Paul <3 https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/brisa-paploviante-open-collaboration-offer - well, I added some wind instrument: brass & sax with my EWI and synth accents between the solo parts; also to mention some mix-mastering manipulations on Paul's track, to get my stuff integrated. Enjoy !!! ... better to listen with headphones and not too quiet :-)

Brisa // Paploviante & joerxworx

Have a good trip! (Homesick Jam)

Japanese Artist.Painter.Guitarist.Bassist.Musician.Haiku Poet.
Thank you so much, indeed.

J-Beat Magnetism

Sanshu Seiso [Experimental Artist]

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