Name: Murmuration by SimonParis beyond Jupiter
Duration: 6 min 56 s
Description: an improvised 'live' jam in the studio. one take, no overdubs. a rollercoaster ride through a crowded aural landscape with a eurorack modular synthesizer.

Produced as part of Denmark Arts Brave New Works program, this track melds a Drone Improvisation 10 min piece, 1point5, with a track made for Audible Edge, called Granite, Sea and Sky

1point5 + Granite, Sea and Sky

an improvised 'live' jam in the studio. one take, no overdubs. a rollercoaster ride through a crowded aural landscape with a eurorack modular synthesizer.

Murmuration

Slow Dance On Saturn

Maybe I'll Have Someone To Surf With

Blue Rat - Venomous

Dancy

+ more bass than the first version.

Gray Combinator2

Lyrics by William Wordsworth, written in Somerset in 1798 to his sister Dorothy:

LINES WRITTEN AT A SMALL DISTANCE FROM MY HOUSE, AND SENT BY  MY LITTLE BOY TO THE PERSON TO WHOM THEY ARE ADDRESSED.

It is the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before,
The red-breast sings from the tall larch
That stands beside our door.

There is a blessing in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
The bare trees, and mountains bare,
And grass in the green field.

My Sister! (tis a wish of mine)
Now that our morning meal is done,
Make haste, your morning task resign;
Come forth and feel the sun.

Edward will come with you, and pray,
Put on with speed your woodland dress,
And bring no book, for this one day
We’ll give to idleness.

No joyless forms shall regulate
Our living Calendar:
We from to-day, my friend, will date
The opening of the year.

Love, now an universal birth,
From heart to heart is stealing,
From earth to man, from man to earth,
—It is the hour of feeling.

One moment now may give us more
Than fifty years of reason;
Our minds shall drink at every pore
The spirit of the season.

Some silent laws our hearts may make,
Which they shall long obey;
We for the year to come may take
Our temper from to-day.

And from the blessed power that rolls
About, below, above;
We’ll frame the measure of our souls,
They shall be tuned to love.

Then come, my sister! come, I pray,
With speed put on your woodland dress,
And bring no books; for this one day
We’ll give to idleness.

Woodland Dress

Written in frustration with current political "leaders".  I learnt a lot about Ableton Live doing this track, apologies to the pros out there but I needed to publish it as it is, otherwise It will be tweaked to death!  Original is a mix of Korg Gadget on iPad with External Minilogue XD, then exported to Ableton, like I said a lot of learning!

Murmuration

SimonParis beyond Jupiter

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