White Sail | Korima

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White Sail

Analog synth with envelope filter. Instrumental.

Juha Rautio - Composition, synthesizer, mix and master

Recorded 16.6.2024 in Es Bo

Valoisa huone

I was inspired by the organic bass playing I received from the talented musician Gonzo J. Francès from Barcelona. I asked him to lend me some bass phrases. His bass phrases are much more expressive than sequences with accents on finger movements. I couldn't compose this song without turning everything I've experienced upside down. I'm totally inspired!
  He,s play   →→https://soundcloud.com/gonzojfrances/rn-7?si=25d986d4290f49f889bcfcf71742072e&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

№306 Bassist Speaks (Gonzo J. Francès With Amekaze)

Picture taken in December 2020, Korg (ARP 2600), live performance from October 2024.

Antarctica - Part Two (Solitude and Requiem)

Happy new year with 2025-
This track is the first of my new style of music-I hope you like it

Its my new beginning

This Is A Hybrid Track..  i made a beat with Bitwig and Arcade,  I used AI For arrangment, I used Ace Studio And Autotune/Fx for the vocal..  And i finally did some chopping, restoration and mastering In Cubase..  And i used Canva for the "ArtWork"   Enjoy  :O)

Music Is Life (Icebreaker)

Dear friends - YES - another protest song!

Where are we going

I thought one day that the year twentyfive will be fine
the last year was a terrible year
In our country some youngsters did go the wrong way
and where are we going in our sweet land


There are some criminals who lure some boys and girls on the net
they promise them a fortune if they
blow up or kill any person who are standing in their way
ooh - where are we going in our sweet land

The present world order seems to change to a more cruel one
there are dictators who seem to win at the end
the right wings in the politics seem to be prominent
and where are You going America

Where Are We Going  - 2025-03-01 16.43 (Lyrics in description)

method: vst, mainly, and balabolka TTS - until Jeff plucked his guitar into that magic pedal .... I had to dumb the upload down from wav to mp3 to make soundcloud accept it.

narration: you might be familiar with the lyrics - yes, this is the very poem you have heard on Hakan's Shuffle in a different setting ;-)

image: copyright jo richter (using elements photographed on a theatre in Budapest in 2009)

Poem / copyright Jeff Gardiner and jo richter:

in the nick of time
he gave in to dissent
for the mute perceptive mime
manically made him raise his head and unmaimed hand in mine

praise the unerring rebellion
in subconsentious unison
the empty shells of every single silly little thing
ahh, the knell, the bells, fashioned from our fathers’ coral vaults

selling out, shelling round, all around in disarray
vainly making everybody wane and wade into the fray
with withered, bamboo-watered canes - - - fracking shist
where our homes are still purported to exist

while scattered scraps of all things past, scantily, scantily clad,
protrude and flutter in the wind, strained and restrained by the net
of pleasant pleas - and subltleties are colors bright and crude -
watch the Mad Hatter's stint unwind in minor keys -
i thought that that - that hat that sat so squat- was you

at the academy of sovereignty
where massive piles of bones and crows
dominate the dark demeanor of the distant
tears of laughter, tears of loudly lovin’ laughter, that's exactly what we're after

in the purple land of diffidence
buying purple brands of pale deliverance
in the hidden forgotten region, religion
where forgetting – like neglecting - is an optional behavior
and of course, everybody's carcass, corpse keeps looking for a savior

down by the trodden, the unsavoury sovereign shouted
raw with the rotten game of galactic gallows and thrones
ah the one and only poet of starvation
standing in the market of used emotion

endless aisles, end base piles of sadness
masters mean and dirty and their slaves
bargain bins of binary longing, belonging, unrequited love
there’s a sale on betrayal - two for a dollar and three for none

thought i saw a broken bit of joy that once belonged to me
Though when i had it, it was absolutely free
Now they're askin’ fifty, literally frivolous dollars--

mother of deception of the self
see me on my knees, subordinate
to her immaculate calamity
that has transactional realities cooperate
under towers dark with blinded blinds
of my infantile infinity--

i asked my shadow: would she follow me
like a puppy with a crush, herself a pet invertebrate,
to inclinations more persian, more parisian than her will or mine
where i might find a package deal on Love -

on the moon, it read in slowly moving neon letters -
shadows neither show nor speak concerning primal matters!
no, said I, shadows squall and squeal and squeak

drinking gin on the rocks is not that bad at all
since it became impossible to find an Avacado
or my favorite alcohol
just don't answer when she fails to call-

kung tze in the subway car

Kung Tze in the Subway Car - with stonerjazz

O peso que lhe resta pode ser insuportável. Eu devo abrir a porta?

4 - Door

Written in October 2025. Violin and orchestra.
Mother and child, Margel Hinder.

Violin Concerto 1 (ii)

Muxes are neither male or a female,they are the third gender of mexico community.

Muxes complete version - Third Gender

Sometimes… is passionate about photography, music is just a substitute, that's why he creates "landscapes and environments" with modular synthesizers.

Bogdan-N. Blajevschi, aka "Sometimes…" has a Bachelor of Science in Audio Engineering. His bachelor's thesis researches: sound, sound synthesis and the architecture of modular synthesizers.
During his studies in Berlin he also discovered the beauty of pentatonic scales.
With Polish roots but born and raised between the Black Sea and Dracula's Castle, Bogdan "travels" around the world in search of new sounds and new motifs for his audio and photographic experiments.

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P.S.
For a better listening experience, turn off the lights (if you can) and let your imagination flow. 
In the dark, music always has other "colors"!

Antarctica - Part Two (Solitude and Requiem)

Sometimes...