Song from the rock opera Five Thousand Sasquatch

Jewelry Box With A Rock

I`m Free

FUNNY NOTE: The Cloud's auto-detection for genres thought this was Classical & Opera.  ...No way! There's not even any singing! I'm going to go crack nuts now! LOL>> 🤣

🤪⁂©All Rights Reserved 09-2025
©Mixing, Mastering & Creator: Lady ElectroTrek
***This track is Protected by Page Defender/'
https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/electrotrek/tickle-my-zone

Anything Goes

Tickle My Zone

About “Flickerstorm (Album Version)”
This track was inspired by the sounds of New Order and Echo & the Bunnymen that kept playing in my head under the moonlight.
I blended those influences with the dub and electronic elements I deeply admire, and it became the very first track I completed as Olttaoff.

Under my previous artist name, my works leaned more toward electronic downtempo. Over time, however, I realized that post-rock is an essential part of my identity, which led me to create this piece. In many ways, it feels like a return to my roots while moving forward.

It also marks a turning point in my process — shifting from hardware-based production to working fully in DAWs. The TR-909 featured on the artwork represents that transition, as well as a tribute to Roland, the iconic maker from my hometown in Japan.

Flickerstorm(Album Ver.)

Cumbianaut-Las últimas vibraciones del verano

Thank you https://soundcloud.com/nic_nic_nic and https://soundcloud.com/user-911083679!
Nicklas (nic) sent bass and flute
Jeff (stonerjazz) sent guitar
I provided the poem, the voice, the toss-up called composition and an attempt at mixing
When reading, I voiced an earlier version of the first verse - just for variation's sake

nettle seeds

he got locked out of her garden
before this springtime's floral bloom
as he saw her soft glance harden
saw different patterns on her loom

he found some fallow, barren wasteland
on a hill of thistles, nettles
to cultivate defiant plants and
to get scarred by willful brambles

go feed on nettle seed
thistle oil and fibre weed
there is nothing else you need
nutrient rich and bittersweet

haggard, thin and somewhat healthy
his medicine was on demand
to overcome fatigue and palsy
when there is nothing left to want

go feed on nettle seed
thistle oil and fibre weed
there is nothing else you need
nutrient rich and bittersweet

nettle seeds

nettle seed, the serial rendition - with nic and stonerjazz

Void Miasma

This is the first release of a collaboration between myself and my brother Joe,
check his page
https://on.soundcloud.com/KdLSfoWQlRWHRjpEM5
Joseph Olsson-lyrics, vocals, guitars
Rob-bass, guitars

Let me take you flying. Let me take you off the ground. 
Let me take you to the stratosphere now. 
You won't need a ticket, you won't need a reservation. 
You just need to take my hand and fly. Come fly with me.

Let me take you dancing. Let me spin you on the floor. 
Trip the light fantastic with you. 
You won't need a lesson. You won't need a costume ball. 
You just need to take my hand and dance. Come dance with me.

No time to think it over. It's time to go. 
No time to think it over, let's go. Take my hand now.

Don't wait for a sign. To make up your mind. Baby, this is our time.

Let me take you somewhere. 
Take you where you've never been. 
Take you where the map will end now. 
You won't need a compass. You won't need a passport stamp. 
You just need to take my hand somewhere,  somewhere with me.

Time To Go

e guitar improvisation

More than a little indisposed, yet not fully out of service, there's always some great music to sing and play.

"Sotto le stelle del Jazz" was written by Paolo Conte in 1983, and released on his third eponymous album.

Guitar by my son Gideon.

We hope you'll enjoy it, and I whisper "I love you" ;)

I will not try an English translation this time, cause the lyrics are full of allegories, and after all I'm not a poet :). Luckily there are some poets around on SC, and so very special thanks so to Michele Ansani (@michele-ansani check out his music) for providing both an English translation, and food for thought. You can find his translation below.

lyrics

Certi capivano il jazz
L'argenteria spariva
Ladri di stelle e di jazz
Così eravamo noi, così eravamo noi
Pochi capivano il jazz
Troppe cravatte sbagliate
Ragazzi scimmia del jazz
Così eravamo noi, così eravamo noi

Sotto le stelle del jazz
Ma quanta notte è passata
Marisa, svegliami, abbracciami
È stato un sogno fortissimo
Le donne odiavano il jazz
Non si capisce il motivo

Sotto le stelle del jazz
Un uomo scimmia cammina
O forse balla, chissà

Duemila enigmi nel jazz
Ah, non si capisce il motivo
Nel tempo fatto di attimi
E settimane enigmistiche

Sotto la luna del jazz
And now here me jazz
I whisper, "I love you"
I whisper, "I love you"

English

Some could understand jazz,
while the silverware disappeared
thieves of stars and of jazz,
that’s what we were, that’s what we were.

Few could understand jazz,
too many wrong ties around,
monkey boys of jazz
that’s what we were, that’s what we were.

Under the stars of jazz
how many nights have gone by,
Marisa wake me, hold me close,
it was such a powerful dream.
Women used to hate jazz,
“the tune is hard to find”

Under the stars of jazz
a monkey-man is walking
or maybe he’s dancing, who knows.
Two thousand riddles in jazz,
“the tune is hard to find”
In time made of fleeting moments
and crossword-puzzle weeks.

Under the moon of jazz
and now listen to me, jazz,
I whisper: “I love you,”
I whisper: “I love you.”

Sotto le stelle del Jazz (Paolo Conte - Giddy and Rob Jam)

image, words and sounds and composition: copyright jo richter

das also tragen wir mit uns herum
ausgediente vortagsideen
modifizierbar, wenn um
uns passungsfugen klaffen

noch einmal kind sein: mit ungelenkem sinn
und ungelenkten sinnen den urwald spür'n
der altes eisen überwuchert! wohin
geht der, den keine altatlanten führ'n?

interlinear translation: subjectively plausible yet objectively faulty reason to reincarnate // that, therefore, is what we carry / yesterday's used-up notions / that can be modified when / the modules and tiles stop fitting around us // to be a child, once again: with unwieldy mind / and unguided senses to feel the jungle / overgrowing rusted rebar! where do they go / who are not guided by outdated maps in fraying bindings?

subjektiv verständlicher doch objektiv fehlerhafter grund zu reinkarnieren

I am overjoyed to partake in sounds beautiful:
https://youtu.be/1TnalFltP_Q?si=VidMVZ9VDKGZiNUm  by Dan and
https://stonerjazz.bandcamp.com/album/up-up-out by Jeff.

Jeff also gifted me a visiting role on his previous album: 
https://stonerjazz.bandcamp.com/album/quintessential

On his bandcamp page, Jeff points out: "This is the page where you can give some monetary support to me and the StonerJazz experiment."

.... and here is my own test account:
https://sonicstructuresandsilentstretches.bandcamp.com/track/eliza

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.

LARGE AND SMALL GIFTS

-----------------------------
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
---------------------------------------------

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)

nettle seed, the serial rendition - with nic and stonerjazz

sonic structures and silent stretches