The meaning of wind generators revealed so eloquently😊 Frank Zappa would be so proud of thee.

Great concept(s). Cool backdrop. Nice voice.

Such a fascinating piece here...incredible sounds...deeply pleasing to my ears :)

The title says it all, except for the fact that "Birdy" is a White-Throated Sparrow.  Thanks to https://soundcloud.com/green-sugar-official "Gr[i]n Sugar" for finding which species it belongs to.
Didn't take note of the train operator (CN or CP).
Recorded near Chandler, Gaspésie, Québec, Canada,
in the summer of 2010, close to the shore.

Birdy And I Called The Train

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This track can be downloaded and altered.
Jeff (stonerjazz) - who brought about the idea of opening up this cycle of creation, deconstruction, reconstruction for  'any adventurous soul' - has created a terrific version himself: 
https://soundcloud.com/user-911083679/song-0049wav/s-xPwc6uwYFVM
Would you like to do the same?
The only obligation is to keep the copyright to the lyrics.

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Method: The basis is laid by feeding a subharmonicon into a c9 pedal - and field recordings made at Lake Constance.
Narration: A moment of understanding is explored in a time lapse.
Reference for the title: https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/concatenandus , hence https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/concateno#Latin
Reference for key concepts: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dasein and of course the deep understanding of interconnected relationships developed by https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gregory_Bateson and others. Sartre is said to have turned to phenomenology because it allowed him to sit with a glass of wine, drink and ponder on it simultaneously. A passing reference is also paid to https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_World_as_Will_and_Representation

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Lyrics / copyright jo richter:
concatenandus - (on the meaning of wind generators in fashion photography)

she kept wondering about all those photographs
that show flowing hair and wide, wind-swept robes
until she understood: those ropes connect halves
of a self that's caught and its dasein-based scopes

what is my real size if it's not epidermical skin?
the reach of my voice? my status, hierarchical clout?
my environmental footprints, global, within?
my life's agenda? some will being lived out?

what is my true reach into psyche, space, time?
which pasts do shape my tribulations and loves?
she thought of herself as a poor poet's rhyme,
as a reflection of life in a stock photograph.

a stranger wave of understanding hit her
when she unfolded into the moment -
she was not singled out, her whole world was with her
she was connected in a well-worn arrangement

of events manifest: she yelled out with joy:
birds nest in my hair, my feet walk the ground
this self tried to bind me, this gravitational ploy
but beyond all that hassle, spins a world that is round

Open for collaboration: Concatenandus - on the meaning of wind generators in fashion photography

Remembering Clouds(2021)
for soprano, viola da gamba and electric guitar

Ictus Ensemble - Darker than black

Theresa Dlouhy (soprano)
Eva Reiter (Viola da gamba) 
Tom Pauwels (Electric guitar)

Creation on September 3 2022, at the Festival de Royaumont - Académie Voix Nouvelles.

Text by Laure Gauthier
English translation by Christopher Alexander Gellert

Remembering Clouds (2022)

River flow

DerRoteFaden

RELEASE NOTES

A collaborative jam featuring Stonerjazz (@user-911083679) on vocals,
Turab Khan (@turab-khan) on guitar, Zanshin 残真 (@soundsofthekosmos) on
drums & Teth Sin (@teth-sin) on guitars, bass & vocals.
This collaboration started back in 2020. Myrh (@myrhyum) suggested Teth
Sin to track a guitar part on "Mazdoor Funk (loop jam with Raza)" -
Original track by Turab Khan:
https://soundcloud.com/turab-khan/chichora-23. The project was then left
aside for various logistical and technical reasons.
A couple of years later Zanshin 残真 sent Teth Sin a sample of his cool
street drumming, which was synced to Turab Khan's jam. Teth Sin, at that
point, decided to cut out the bass and drums from the original piece,
leaving only Turab Khan's guitar. Then he chopped up his guitar solo and
redistributed it across various tracks. He also added a new bass line,
which helped vary the structure of the song.
In late 2023 Teth Sin asked Stonerjazz to kindly add lyrics and vocals.
He mixed and mastered the song, and the result is this enjoyable
funk-rock jam, featuring a sample of Stonerjazz's exquisite
post-beat/psychedelic poetry.
Please note that every element was recorded in a different continent:
drums in Australia, some guitar in Pakistan, other guitars in Tunisia,
bass in Italy, vocals in the USA. Still this virtual jam sounds so
cohesive, despite a world that seems to be increasingly fragmented and
disjointed. At the end of the day, we should always remember that we all
revolve around That Giant Ball Of Burning Gas...

LYRICS by Stonerjazz:

Just out here in the middle of the void,
spinning fast around a giant ball of burning gas
that's hurdling thru the deepest darkest space.
Meteors and comets are zooming by at breakneck pace
The situation seems to be a little bit precarious,
some might even say Nefarious,
how can it be that tragedy can sometimes  almost  be  hilarious.
Stupidity it seems to be the order of the day.
But here we are and here we go onward out,
like warriors without a clue,
and everyone will play their part,
of this i'm sure, i know it's true.

That Giant Ball Of Burning Gas - Feat Teth Sin, Turab Khan, Zanshin 残真

Improvisations and experimental materials recorded live in Berlin 2024

Black Glow

Lhasa

Fool's Gold

Kinesis is an exploration of the sonic characteristics of spinning objects, both embracing and subverting the processes in which the objects naturally follow. All of the sounds in this piece are derived from the stimulus of an object and the subsequent movement that this produces (the spinning of a coin, a bicycle wheel, motors and the ringing of Tibetan singing bowls), exploring the tensions between the gestural characteristic of the stimulus and the timbral quality of the movement that follows.

Kinesis

Lhasa Live in Reykjavik

The Lonely Spider (Live)

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 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)

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