"blank-slate incarnations of pristine imponderability"  :):)

"We are the dusk that dreams of the dawn" love it, this dentals like a dust punktuation^^

Instant FAVE Love Love Love every part of this sonic wonder creation...music and dialogue as one...futuristic dreaming coming alive XOXOXO

A poetry slam with pysch music!! Excellent, Jo!! A dystopian machine lyric ! Def compromised… not my favorite possible position, ha! @ there’s little @ there, there!! Nicely done!! Hats off! Cool Toms!!👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻🔥🔥🔥🙏🙏🙏

Many thanks to Eoin for asking me to work with him on this track. Please check out Eoin's awesome work here: -

https://soundcloud.com/userwillypaddy87

Artwork- Eoin Shannon
Vocals - Eoin Shannon
Keyboards & Saxophone - Mikey McFaffington

And I Love Her

And I Love Her- Collaboration With Eoin Shannon ( Beatles cover)

Made in #Ableton (April 2024)

Video; youtu.be/4YpYSMAjYf4

https://frozenlab.bandcamp.com/ (another project)

Genres;
#Electronic
#Pop
#Rock
#Experimental

Great Lights (by Frozen Lab)

M-Bridge

Embrujo

method: her name‘s still Hazel, although - at times - she sounds a little bit like Anne Clark ; - ) 
narration: every now and then, you can trust someone else to say it all: https://www.bbc.com/future/article/20240510-how-sci-fi-writer-jg-ballards-computer-poems-predicted-chatgpt (David Beer: How sci-fi writer JG Ballard's computer poems predicted ChatGPT)
image: copyright jo richter, shot a couple of years ago in Bad Kösen, Germany - there is an irony in labelling - first: there is a German saying: das Leben ist kein Ponyhof - meaning you can not be as naive as a kid on a pony ranch and you have to work to achieve your goals  -second:  this stable is labelled pony ranch - third: there is another label warning of aggressive, biting ponies - therefore, fourth: implying that even if life were a pony ranch,  it would still demand lots of caution ;-)
Fun task for humans: One or more of the criteria mentioned here https://help.soundcloud.com/hc/en-us/articles/24494149849115-Eligibility-to-Get-Heard-with-our-Exclusive-Audio-Algorithm prevent/prevents this poetry soundscape from getting promoted by soundcloud. The algorithm does not specify, which one/ones.

poem / copyright jo richter:

like Herman, we believe in beginnings
rising to fight Romans, the powers that be
we presume the naive because we are humans
blank-slate incarnations of pristine imponderability

we are the dusk that dreams of the dawn
with old Jungs repertoire of archetypes serialised
idealising eden‘s lawn, heading towards mere oblivion
we read from the screen: training data compromised

with wide-open, disbelieving eyes
hoping, like Hermann, for magic sponges and wipes
to delete karma capital – a senseless, selfless sacrifice
there‘s little there there in what the fomo-kind-of-attention hypes

aurora blank slate

Here a new collab with my dearest Damga:

https://soundcloud.com/user-695098998-934873219

Ce sexe contient des applications pouvant induire des mouillages intempestifs sans arrimages prolongés si la posologie des coups de boutoir n'est pas respectée, il est donc conseillé de lécher au préalable les vibrations de la béance en partance bucolique afin d'éradiquer la possibilité d'une flagellation écarlate sur ces fesses ainsi présentées à la vue et au nez du grand Pan qui pointe ses cornes coquines, phallus en main, afin de féconder de folie cette flore bouclée et ô combien odorante qu'aucun abricot coulant ne pourrait satisfaire si des glands impudents ne prennent leurs parties jusqu'à la garde des chaînes de chiennes déjà évanouies plus loin que la pâmoison digitalisée en pleine lune au pas de quartier d'un bondage sans rémission puisque ma Déesse et Maîtresse calcule quelques turgescences chevalines ou taurines parmi le labyrinthe phasé qu'enculent quelques créatures cloîtrées au rythme de règles subitement téléchargées pour l'annale gerbe tempétueuse souhaitant se faire sucer sauvagement sous ses sphères réservées en la fièvre telle que la fureur de reluire encore et toujours les Saints Axes intempestifs assurant ce qui gicle en tous sens, galbant de liqueurs nacrées ces courbes énamourées, hautement insatiables, pourtant portant les traces bientôt de la sorte acquises des futures extases décidément fortement désirées en ces abysses où les mots sont à présent obsolètes car le chant orgasmique dicte dans l'intention de fuir ses vérités obscènes vers ces sociétés mensongères prêtes à caser la liberté dans un trou sans nom.

Fission Tribale - Damga & Wivresse

speak from the heart

The Earth Love

Mysterious Forest Spirits

For Pride Month. This is a rough version with just me and the guitar. The real version will be a 90's dance song, hopefully with not flat vocals, hopefully this weekend

This is not about you,
Your life is not about who I love, or the things I do
You’re not the one that I answer to

But it’s not about me
There’s more to my life than i will ever know, than i’ll ever see
I don’t hurt anyone just let this be

I have no voice but I can speak
I don’t like what you do to me
I say it’s time we make a stand

It’s more than tonight
It’s more than my fight
This is my right
This is my life

Do you feel the beat
It’s the pulse of the world
Where the people meet to let their flag unfurl

Do you feel it?

What does it matter to you
How i live my life, or what I believe, or the path I choose
Look inside, are you afraid to face the truth

We all need to be
Fragile and fearless, wild and free, you see 
for fate of the world, for our destiny 

Love is blind but I still see
And I don’t like what you’ve done to me
I see bloodstains on your hands!

Do you feel the beat
It’s the pulse of the world
Where the freaks all meet to let their flags unfurl

not about you (acoustic)

This is my first time collaborating with DJTJ a.k.a. Tim @https://soundcloud.com/user-201274463, I produced this track built around the backbone of two rhythmic stems that he sent my way. Always fun to connect with a new artist. Check out Tim's page to hear more cool experimental electro sounds!

Flood waters - w/ DJTJ West End Chops

▶ https://youtu.be/uD3YouAYPcw
▶ https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/chrisjunos/a-water-poem
▶ https://chrisjuno.bandcamp.com/album/spirits-of-the-aegean

A Water Poem - Ένα Ποίημα Για Το Νερό

POETRY IS VITAL

This threshold space exists for those who feel like listening to some of my quite professional poetry embedded in rather amateurishly recorded but judiciously arranged sound, a modicum of purely acoustic work notwithstanding.  Fortunately, some other artists have also transformed the symbolic expression of my words into the tangible beauty of real songs and soundscapes - just listen to Sympoetic Ultrasounds: https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/sympoetic-ultrasounds !

SOUND, SPACE AND TIME

Tend your listening senses gently. Even though my general approach welcomes and embraces lo-fi concepts like the precision of spontaneously occuring imprecisions, headphones worth their membranes are recommended - unless you like your sounds flat, mangled, battered and helpless. You don't, do you? Be kind to these soundscapes.

STRUCTURING IMPULSE

Due to the nature of "poetry soundscapes", your listening expectations regarding traditionally structured "songs", sonically purified "raw wildlife soundscapes", keyboard-laden "ambient recordings" or voice-centered "readings" might not be met. You will find some of those in my list of /likes/. "Noise" is a recurring structural element like any other. This is what this sounds like - within its own rights, limitations, tangents and interconnections. Sonic structures. Silent stretches. Poetry emerges from the gaps between the ruts, seeps in from the undergrowth, sweeps down.

CARVING, CHISELLING, KNEADING, MORPHING

A quick glance into my toolshed rests on Zoom recorders, Samplitude software and a dizzying array of diverse sonic machinery. After all, sound is one way my poems know to materialize - insolently shapeshifting, indelibly greening into the cultural real.

LARGE AND SMALL GIFTS

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Small Gifts

the less to remember, the more to listen
gifts from the ice age reverberate
a simple story, a forest, a coastline
entangled in silence, one starts to relate
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In case you have read up to this point, you might be a sonic creator yourself. May I ask you for a helping ear? Above, there is a tiny poem of mine that I do not understand how to translate into sound. If you do - please act on it. It is a matter of common decency, of course, to keep the title (Small Gifts) and to credit the lyrics to me (jo richter). And please do notify me of your version via a soundcloud message. One bewilderingly beautiful version crafted by mono-lux has already gone public, as well as an amazing version by cthonicist.  You'll find both in my playlist Sympoetic Ultrasounds. This is just a small gift, not a challenge - life already has more than enough of those on offer, doesn't it? Treat it this way.

POETRY IS VITAL
sound, space and time
structuring impulse
carving, chiselling, kneading, morphing
large and small gifts
poetry is vital

GENERAL POLICY regarding the use of LIKES, REPOSTS and FOLLOWS:
I like what I like and want to hear again.
I only repost what I've had a hand in creating.
I follow when I see directions or arrivals I like, not when followed (though I might peek in to get an idea of what your sounds are about). I have set myself a limit of accounts I follow not to be all too overwhelmed. Not following does therefore not mean I do not appreciate what you contribute to the enjoyments of soundcloud.
Do not expect other behaviour from me.
(jo richter)

aurora blank slate

sonic structures and silent stretches

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