Method: A blend of field recording, voice and digital fumbling, as usual. 
Narration: Written on a bench overlooking the countryside.  Another take on the topic of terra firma, pfade and others.

Lyrics / copyright jo richter

dies ist das land
aus dem sich felder aufwölben, herbstgeerntet
um das sich nebelgleich fahrzeuglärm verfängt
spürbar im ganggrund, im wind, als gegenwart

dies ist das land
das starkstrommasten silbern aufwärts stemmt
das flüsterwild aus buchenlaub klingt
das bleibt, was es ist, das land ist, land

dies ist das land
dessen tuschespur sich ins grundbuchamt nestelt
dessen bewohner sich schauergeschichten erzählen
das nachts als geruch in die stille aufsteigt

dies ist das land
das humus ist, erde, wasser, stein und bewegung
an dem sich pflanzen nähren, vögel, füchse, menschen
das immer schon da war, das land sein wird, land

dies land

MUSICA EPICA CHE DESCRIVE LA TRAGEDIA DI UN GUERRIERO

NEW HEROES 2021

piano works, part one

Drone
Made with Norns and iPad.
Fun!

Enjoy!

Hapless Vein,：Drone

This first track of the backlog of the fictional witchpunk mannequin band The Cacklettes was created using a variety of tools, synths and instruments.

I am working on an album for this freaky lot. Why? Because it's a heck of a lot of fun. Trying to recreate some goth club memories from the 1990s. Building a band that should have been. It incorporates all sorts of elements from music I've experienced in various states of inebriation, leaving a lasting impact. And here I am sharing that experience.

Also, The Cacklettes are somewhat idealistic, and this here track really is reaching out to end the war (in anyone's soul), to cut divisiveness, to become human again. Rich, from a fictional mannequin band.

The Cacklettes: End The War

Cover photo by Mick Bolt : https://soundcloud.com/jeamland-bolt

Fein Fein Fein by Jeamland & WÜST

All-Union

I think I have reached a point where I have run out of ideas for track titles. I ended up calling this "Home Sweet Home" because it has a romantic ending, but then I had to go and spoil it with a picture of Wayne and Waynetta Slob at home. The picture will most likely put you off.

Home Sweet Home

Tolofovemelus_02

Magic ?

A little rant on what is happening to humanity these days. IMHO. 
Opted for a raw sort of sound for this one.

Whatever happened, To empathy and decency
Whatever happened, To respect and equality
Whatever happened, To honesty and kindness
Whatever happened, To humanity

Lots of friends on social media,  noone’s talking noone’s listening
Why is it more people,  feel alone and dejected
Common sense not so common,  talking about decency
Where’s the courage and resolve,  to stand up for what’s right

Whatever happened, To empathy and decency
Whatever happened, To respect and equality
Whatever happened, To honesty and kindness
Whatever happened, To humanity

Respect and kindness,  should come naturally
Instead self serving, lies and egos,  drive daily life
Leaders with no shame, no heart,  no sense of compassion
Oblivious to world needs,  and the plight of humanity
 
Whatever happened, To empathy and decency
Whatever happened, To respect and equality
Whatever happened, To honesty and kindness
Whatever happened, To humanity

Don’t give in to fear,  intimidation and complacency
Rise up, be good and just,  to everyone you meet
Race, color and culture,  shouldn’t drive hate and violence
Time on earth is brief,  wake up for humanity

Whatever happened, To empathy and decency
Whatever happened, To respect and equality
Whatever happened, To honesty and kindness
Whatever happened, To humanity

Whatever Happened

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)

dies land

sonic structures and silent stretches

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