Deep Street

Began as an exercise but I think it's worked out reasonably OK (represents progress for me anyway). It's quite long (sorry) - I tried to shorten it but couldn't really. Also tagging as classical may be pushing it a bit but is probably closest - or maybe should be soundtrack? Don't know.

Many thanks to Jonathan Beckenstein for his encouragement with this track.
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Produced arranged composed & mixed (inexpertly) by Wheelwright in bedroom.
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Original image (detail) Kristine Cinate https://unsplash.com/@kristine_cinate

In Sight Of Spring - Instrumental

We've All Done Things

It's Raining Black Claws

When letting go is all that you have left

Anchors And Chains

Composed&performed&produced by Mario Lončarić

KEY TO MY HEART

Introduction to Jazzzzz

method: layering, understanding which kind of noise suits where
narration: what happens to characters in children‘s stories after the fairy-tale‘s told? to follow up on grimm‘s tale of two children lost in the woods, this soundscape drowns the first and the last poem of my kaleidoscope-cycle in apt kinds of noise. this static arises along the edges, ledges, margins and rims where the uncollected and recollected protrudes into the unknown. ah, the wind sings! 
image: copyright jo richter

headphones recommended

poem 1 (originally title: morvarid) /copyright jo richter:

All Gretchen‘s life
she had made haste
to catch up on
refractions of her youth,

yet all the scattered
crumbs of light only
led her deeper and
deeper into the dark:

The world‘s a forest -
she placed her bounty
on a tree stump – with
sugar-coated death
patiently waiting
for her to arrive.


poem 2 (original title: yeohanan) /copyright jo richter:

By and by, Hänsel lost sight
of everyone. His parents vanished
in the maze of their empty pantry.
His sister, he lost in the dark.
He then left the forest, simply,
and was shanghaied in a hustle.

Having crossed the equator
on numerous seas, he managed
to blindside the crew and be left behind
on some remote jungle island.

Blinded by the bright
southern sun, he lived on
in a kaleidoscope world, con-
fusing himself for light‘s shadow.

the static after the fairy-tale

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ドリームコア

Oleam

mostly a downtempo diary

long-haul landscapes floating
over misted highways while

wipers smear droplets into
polyrhythmic haiku

sounds to do something
else by, for those who

have Logged Out

We've All Done Things

sel-sync