Ghost

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It's strange... but it always made me think of frogs... :-) real groove control  ;-)

Freaky Frog

All I ever wanted.
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Rekha Iyern (Voice)
Manu (Delaflor) guitar riff
Midisound (Drums, bass, guitar, and synths).

Concept created in late 2022

When I heard Rekha years ago, I couldn't stop thinking about how I could adapt a song to her voice.

Thanks to Delaflor, who had already collaborated with her, she was able to contact me and offer me a song. After several weeks of work, Manu added an excellent guitar riff that partially camouflaged my horrible synth guitar.

thanks to my two traveling companions on this occasion for their patience and dedication.

Listen to ReKha and Delaflor's music at these two links.


https://soundcloud.com/rekha-iyern-fe

https://soundcloud.com/mercer-goldengalls


34 tracks MS2 and forum Xewton
3 Track Audiokit
4 tracks Sunrizer synth.
Software Music Studio 2
Hardware. iPad
Mix by Delaflor


Thank you everybody

All I ever wanted (Rekha Iyern [Fe], Delaflor & Midisound)

*Listen w Headphones!

The Antikythera mechanism is an Ancient Greek 
hand-powered orrery (model of the Solar System). 
It is the oldest known example of an analogue computer.

More info here
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKFbKTHJXus

Remixed by LS/2020.

The Antikythera Mechanism

Collaboration
Check out Ramixjoe ♈︎ music
@josef-schweinzer

In Color -With Ramixjoe ♈︎

Cinnamon Stars
A Personal Reflection on Memory, Drums, and Dust

This piece started with a poem. Well—half a poem. The phrase “cinnamon stars” dropped out of my pen one morning and just… stuck. I wasn’t planning on writing music that day, but that phrase opened something—a fissure, a portal, a spice-laced memory chamber—and suddenly, I wasn’t at my desk anymore. I was walking inside the pages of Dune. Not in a literal, fan-art way. More like: emotionally wandering through the book’s residue. Echoes. Dust.

There’s no clear timeline in Cinnamon Stars. No beginning, middle, or crescendo. It’s not that kind of piece. This is closer to remembering something you never lived—an abstract recollection. The sounds came the way desert winds move: nonlinear, patterned only by something ancient and unknowable.

Sound as a Memory Map
The instrumentation came together slowly, but instinctively:

Taiko drums for their elemental weight—like the slow heart of a sandworm or a tribal rite you’re not meant to witness.

PVC pipe drums—hollow and reverberant. They remind me of wind howling through a Fremen sietch, or what bone might sound like if it dreamt.

A modified kalimba, twisted just enough to lose its sweetness. I wanted something that sparkled but wasn’t friendly.

Synths, of course—droning, gliding, breathing. They’re the thread, the mist, the mechanical sand.

There’s no narrative to hold onto here. Just emotions, in layers:
Mystery. Distance. Stillness. Pressure. Curiosity.
I didn’t write this to be followed. I wrote it to be entered.

Sometimes, when I listen back, I slip into a meditative state. Not on purpose. I just fade in, as if some part of me remembers a past I’ve never had. Maybe it's the spice. Maybe it's just the rhythm of forgetting.

A Visual Echo
The visual element came later, but it’s integral. I had Sora build a 3D wall-hanging sculpture—somewhere between Klimt’s glimmering mosaics and Dalí’s warped dreaming. Texture is everything. I wanted golds and shadows, sharp edges that curl, things that feel aged but alive. I didn’t want to illustrate the music—I wanted the art to vibrate with it, mirror its emotional logic.

It’s not a moving image in the traditional sense, but there’s movement inside it.
Like dust suspended in light. Like an altar in a dream.

Who Might Hear This?
I imagine this resonating with:

Film producers searching for ambient cinematic atmospheres with edges.

Choreographers who like music that breathes but doesn’t beg for attention.

Percussionists curious about unconventional forms—who know that rhythm doesn’t always mean tempo.

But really, it’s for anyone drawn to sonic meditation. For listeners who appreciate uncertainty, who can sit inside mood without asking it to resolve.

What Sets It Apart?
This isn’t ambient as background. It’s ambient as portal.
What sets this piece apart is the combination of tactile percussion and spacious electronics—that soft tension between grounded and drifting.

It doesn’t offer resolution. It offers reflection.
A sense that maybe… just maybe… you’ve heard this before.
Not in this life. Not on this planet. But somewhere.

“When I listen to this piece, I drop into a meditative state... perhaps it’s spice-influenced?”
—me, to myself, more than once

Acknowledgments
As always, my deepest gratitude to the Strepito group. They turned these weird textures and pulse-ideas into something real, playable, resonant. They understood the emotional logic of the piece before I had words for it.

Sketches 2025

Cinnamon Stars (Master 20250506)

A very old song I came across.

Hope you like it.

Written and performed by David Cooper

Lyrics:

There’s a light in the forest – Let it shine
There’s a fire in the distance – Let it burn

There’s a songbird on my shoulder that sings so gracefully
And it sings of a place that used to be
Let it shine, let it shine

There’s a light on the ocean – Let it shine
There’s a ship that comes a sailing - Sail on by

And it sails from a place that holds sweet memories
And it sails to a place that used to be
Let it shine, let it shine

Bridge

To all the memories that I hold
To all the stories left untold
Let them shine

Solo

There’s a light in the desert – Let it shine
And the sands they are a burning – Let them burn

And the full moon shines above us, and it shows for all to see
And it tells of the tales that used to be
Let it shine, let it shine

Let it shine to the end

Let it shine

One More Time

Hello

Original by JJ Cale 1986
Acoustik guitar & vocal: Docvet
Other instruments & mix : PJ Project

Cajun Moon

A late–night city groove built on tight, minimal guitar work and a smooth, steady pulse.
Clean chords, muted 16th-note rhythms, and a few understated phrases keep the track moving without ever getting crowded.
It feels like walking through empty streets after midnight — quiet, cool, and constantly in motion.

Move

I was interested in music in my early youth... so I soon got my first synthesizer and set up a small home recording studio.
over the years i played keyboards in 5 bands...the direction was rock...pop...blues and soul.
in the meantime i have discovered my enthusiasm for creating my own songs.
it makes me happy when I can compose...arrange...mix...produce and create something new.
it's like a passion to experiment with different styles of music... and it gives me a lot of joy.
the only limit is your imagination...
is my motto.
and everything is possible...you just have to try.

music is pure magic...and part of the soul...
no one can escape her
let the music guide your mind...and that's the only way you'll get the freedom...you've always wanted

Freaky Frog

𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚