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Part 91 of 266
Chapters released every weekend. All TAFFETA tracks are created within seven days. 

I use a complete hybrid of organic & electronic sounds within the scope of the Taffeta project. Nothing is out of the question and no limits are set on how things may evolve one way or another.

If you want to hear everything that has come before:
The TAFFETA Albums are available for free on Bandcamp.
Released in 15 part/chapter increments:

TAFFETA VOL. 6 released on July 6, 2022.

TAFFETA VOL. 5  is now available on Bandcamp: https://belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/album/taffeta-vol-5

TAFFETA VOL. 4 
belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/album/taffeta-vol-4

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TAFFETA Volume 1:
belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/album/taffeta-vol-1

TAFFETA Volume 2:
belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/album/taffeta-vol-2

TAFFETA Volume 3:
belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/album/taffeta-vol-3

The TAFFETA Playlist is always kept up to date:
soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/sets/taffeta-a-266-part-musical

TAFFETA 91

TAFFETA | 91

I am sorry for my absence. 

But I am much more sorry for having lost my father on May 24, 2022. He was far too good for this world, yet this world was never nearly as good to him in return. 

Please give me time. *He* certainly wasn't given enough, and this ungrateful world is so much poorer for it.

Still Not Really Making Progress (rough sketch of times)

Rencontre entre deux "moments" pour n'en former qu'un. De l'harmonie et de la dissonance, la musique est un reflet fugace de la vie comme un passage furieux ou apaisé, cette force irrépressible qui renverse, qui bouscule nos merveilleuses existences comme un éternel recommencement.
Merci infiniment à Rosmarino de m'avoir permis d'emprunter un "moment", ce chemin là.
Rosmarino Baia : https://soundcloud.com/rosmarinobaia/un-momento-2-free-download-to-reworkremix

Un Momento - Rosmarino Baia - Jacques Lemaire

Once upon a Christmas, a young boy was given a gift that would fill his heart with joy for many years. Under the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree, he tore open the bright wrapping paper to reveal a clown doll with a painted smile and big, friendly eyes. The boy’s face lit up with delight. He named the doll Jingles, and from that day on, they were inseparable. Jingles was his constant companion, always by his side as they played games, whispered secrets, and embarked on imaginary adventures.

Years passed, and as the boy grew older, his interests began to change. The magic of childhood slowly gave way to the realities of growing up. Jingles, once his most treasured possession, was left behind, a silent witness to the boy’s changing world. One day, without a second thought, the boy packed Jingles away in an old, dusty trunk and stowed it in the attic, along with other remnants of his childhood.

Locked away in the darkness, Jingles was forgotten. But the happiness the boy had shared with him remained imprinted on the doll, and his longing for their days together grew stronger with each passing year. The attic was cold and lonely, a far cry from the warmth of the boy’s room where Jingles had once felt so loved. Now, there was only silence. The painted smile began to fade, but Jingles remembered. He remembered every game, every laugh, every moment they had shared. And he waited.

Years went by. The boy became a man and eventually got married. Life moved on, filled with new joys and responsibilities, leaving no room for childhood toys. But one day, while clearing out the attic, the man stumbled upon the old trunk. Curious, he opened it and found Jingles lying inside, covered in dust. A wave of nostalgia washed over him. He picked up the doll, smiling at the memories it brought back, and decided to show it to his wife.

“Look,” he said, bringing Jingles down the creaky stairs. “This was my favorite toy when I was a kid. I used to take him everywhere.”

The wife glanced at the doll with mild interest, then quickly returned to her tasks. She saw nothing more than a tattered old toy, its colors faded and fabric worn. But Jingles saw her. He saw her with eyes that had watched the boy grow, eyes that now burned with a bitter realization. It was her. She was the reason he had been forgotten, the reason he had been left alone in the dark all these years.

As the man left for work the next morning, Jingles sat on a shelf, silently watching the wife. His painted smile, now chipped and eerie, seemed to twist into a sneer. The doll felt a dark resolve take hold of him. He could not bear to be left behind again, to be forgotten. He had to make the man remember the love they once shared, the bond that time could not sever.

That night, as the house lay silent, Jingles moved. Driven by a twisted mix of jealousy and desperation, the doll crept through the shadows, seeking out the wife. In the darkness, Jingles exacted his vengeance. The house echoed with a single, blood-curdling scream, then fell silent once more.

When the man returned home, he found his wife lifeless on the floor, her face frozen in terror. And there, beside her, stood Jingles, his tiny hands stained red, his eyes gleaming with a sinister satisfaction. The man recoiled in horror, but before he could run, Jingles moved again—swift and sure. The last thing the man heard was a soft, whispering voice, almost like a child’s, murmuring in his ear, “Forget me not.”

And then there was silence.

The years passed, the house changed hands, but Jingles remained. He waited, patient and still, his painted smile forever etched onto his face. 

On another cold Christmas morning, a new family moved in. Under the Christmas tree, among the brightly wrapped presents, there lay a single, unmarked box. A little girl, her eyes wide with excitement, tore open the paper. Inside, she found a doll with a painted smile and big, friendly eyes. She hugged it tightly, delighted with her new companion.

Forget Me Not

Offering

HAIKU MUSIC CHALLENGE

Naviarhaiku 567

Above my head -
The burning summer sky,
Begging and walking.
 

Haiku featured in the collection "Fire on the Mountain: the Selected Haiku of a Wandering Zen Monk Taneda Santôka". Japanese, and English translated by Hisashi Miura and James Green.

A wandering poet and ascetic Zen priest, Santōka was a disciple of Ogiwara Seisensui, one of the first poets to discard the traditional use of the 5-7-5 structure in haiku.

Santōka’s poetry emphasizes the necessity of sabi (solitude) in order to achieve spiritual enlightenment and serenity.

Haiku by Santoka Taneda

Picture by Wayne Low

To find out more and participate, visit https://www.naviarrecords.com/haiku-music-challenge/

Season Of Light

Season Of Light (naviarhaiku567)

We Are Called To Be Ourselves was inspired by someone I love. The title is also a reminder to everyone to live as you.

We Are Called To Be Ourselves

This is an uplifting yet thoughtful soundtrack, that lets your troubles be blown away in the wind. No AI or Loops have been used. Everything original :) 

Wind in your sails

Drizzling Rain

Hi!
I am experimenting with shorter ambient pieces at the moment. It is kinda strange to use so few ideas and sounds in a song, but these kind of challenges are pushing you to new territories you might never see otherwise. 

Expect to see a bunch of new music in this style so i can give you a whole list of music to sleep / chill / study to. : )

Vanishing Waves

composition for piano: Kelly Goodwin. @auntiekmusik
Arrangement & mixing: Larengonat
Cover: ArtriOO www.artstation.com/artri00

Not so long ago, Kelly offered me a collaboration and gave me this magnificent composition on the piano, its melody made me think of a Japanese animated film that I love, and I simply dressed the piano in a light dress in order to continue the magic. Thank you very much Kelly for this moment.


NOT SO LONG AGO.  🎧✨

White Room (wellness) - Fleursonseaux
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White Room (wellness)

This piece I got inspired by my girlfriend and I expressed my feelings in that piece.

You Are My Life

Transmission Of Perceptual Time Era

It Doesn't Always End ThevWay It Began

It Doesn't Always End The Way It Began

This captivating collection, Chill Synthwave and Techno Fusion, blends the nostalgic tones of retro synthwave with the driving rhythms of modern techno. Smooth synth pads, pulsating basslines, and hypnotic beats create a soundscape that is both atmospheric and energizing. Perfect for late-night drives, introspective moments, or creating a futuristic yet calming vibe.

Sparse Tech House Vibes

This electrifying collection, Cinematic Cyberpunk Symphony, combines the dark, futuristic tones of cyberpunk with the grandeur of orchestral symphonies. Featuring powerful synths, pulsating basslines, dramatic strings, and driving rhythms, it creates a dynamic and immersive soundscape. Perfect for epic storytelling, dystopian themes, or high-energy action sequences, this music merges technology and emotion in a thrilling symphonic experience.

Epic Future Melodies

Cinematic Beats Of The Future

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!

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