Hier sind Kooperationen mit Musikern auf Soundcloud zu finden. In den meisten Fällen stammen die Texte von mir, Ausnahmen sind unten beschrieben.
This playlist will be populated with more 'collabs' each time they come about.  It is an overwhelming joy to see my words honoured by sonic renditions produced by these great and wonderful artists. 
In Hawk Caught a Rabbit the magnificent lyrics are by Jeff and I just added little quibs in between. In the Administrational Heart only the first two sections of lyrics are by me. For Équinoxe-moi and Around the Bend, Wivresse and I swapped poems and sonified each other's work. Concatenandus, Small Gifts, Trilobite Quandary and The Passing are open collaborations in which you can still participate. The title for 'the wolf in me ....' was made by Mark from the Re-evolution Café Orchestra,  replacing the poem's original title Aeglaeca. With Amanita Muscaria and Know Ware, I only held roles far in the background of gestation, but Jeff and Terry and everyone else were kind enough to give me a honourable mention. Thank you, brothers and sisters in sound. The complete adventure of the Land of Zed story is out now on Bandcamp: https://thesmokingtrout.bandcamp.com/album/land-of-zed The E-bow Dao is unique in that Jeff's music came first and inspired my words. Later, the same course of composition came about with sun state, earth people, flying. Windover Hill by mono-orbit (former mono-lux) layers the words of my poem of the same name with those of a ballad by Maria Cunningham. Hanno has undergone some additional cleaning and enhancing at Rollo C's (muterial's) place. With the Holy Dumpling, I've only added some percussion. Adam was so generous as to allow me to add to his amazing originals Harmony and My Orders Never Came; the lyrics are all his on these two ...  just like Jeff's on Anthology .... where I had the honour of adding some sound into the mix.

Sympoetic Ultrasounds

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Collaboration between Mono-Lux and poet Jo Richter (Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches)
@sonic-textures
Poem and conception by Jo Richter with narration and sounds by Mono-Lux - created between Dec 2021 and Jan 2022

“narcoleptic somnambules
consumers of hot summer dates
here’s another post hypnotic trigger
implanted by that giggly jingle
dance the transsomatic landfills
dance the cisapocalyptic skies
dance the tarmac, dance volcanic
dance the lord and dance the flies

narcoleptic somnambules
lost mnemonic virtuals
here’s another transtraumatic flipper
sponsored by your self-parenting guide
dance the cleptotronic chromosphere
dance the micro plastic surge
dance the trolley, dance the alley
dance chromatic, dance your urge

narcoleptic somnambules
purveyors of emoji eyes
here’s another sonoclastic ripper
tearing up with bluetooth kites
dance the thanocultic road code
dance the toxins pressed in shists
dance pollution, dance profusion
dance the hit and dance the missed”

The Gallery

Jo from "sonic structures and silent stretches" asked me if i wanted to take a crack at making some music with this amazing poem.This is the result..

                           Closure
She proudly delighted in endearing innocence.
Deep in the mountain of 
timidly blue window glazings
she traded it in for knowledge.

She proudly reveled in enlightened
knowledge when the 
pleasingly golden summer winds blew
She traded it in for experience.

She proudly clad in coarse
experience. Within minds reach
of pale flight radar clicking.
She traded it in for submission.

She loathed being embraced by 
submission. In the misty haze 
of a midwinter mugging
she traded it in for control.

She employed control to project
righteousness. Next to the stalwart
vents exuding office hours.
It felt intimately close to innocence.

When Age brought Dementia
she crossed streets without looking.
she had no idea of who or when or where.
But She kept straightening her Spine.

Closure(A poem by Jo Richter of 'Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches')(ROUGHCUT)

This is the second poem that Jo Richter of ' Sonic structures and Silent stretches' has sent me. It is a companion poem to our first joint effort called 'Closure".  I love Jo's poems..

                                          Breathing Plastics

When she left for other places
she chose a something to leave behind
For she knew the chroniclers
were not used to keep her kind in mind.

Breathing monsoons to keep living
having what the locals have
she clad in hides of extinct beauty
and left a something when she left..

He'd know what to look for 
when traveling fenced off lands.
That one something feeling all familiar
By the roadside, held in sands..

Breathing plastics wrapped in Air
filtering the local waters
sticking Hazmat suits and Wellies
He followed Late. Building her Alters.

Breathing Plastics ( A poem written by Jo Richter(Sonic structures and Silent stretches)

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This is the second collaboration between Mono-lux and the poet Jo Richter A.K.A. Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches
@sonic-textures
Poem and conception by Jo Richter with narration and sounds by Mono-Lux - created Jan/Feb 2022

“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”

Small Gifts

Collaboration with "sonic structures and silent stretches"!!

<< Poetry >>
it‘s not like
she doesn‘t understand
what this silence
around her
is for

after all
there‘s this desire
feeding meditaton industries
monetizing inner calm
awareness

each human being
a kettle about to boil over
spill watery, bubbly, glittering marbles
sweet nothings kept for
nobody‘s sake

each mind‘s mouthpiece
a pressure valve, vibrating
under strain not to let off steam
verbosely explode
right nto her face

she still wouldn‘t mind
for this audience of roaring silences
to turn a listening ear
towards her artistic endeavours
every now and then

Poetry

The Silent Treatment (collab with sonic structures and silent stretches)

This is Third in a series of Poems That Jo Richter has so Generously let me use. Anyone that has ever tried to write lyrics for a song, knows that good lyrics are hard to come by.  When i first read jo's poems, it was and is a cathartic experience. I hope i made a good song out of this GREAT Poem..

OLD SONG

Met the girl that Dürer drew
Spoke in dreams she did to you
Spoke of morphic co-creation
But, alas, she's no relation
Of the mage that has no clue

Took a girl to a ball on the moon
Where Milton's soul served on a dune
Had some bourbon, died of fear
Prophets wailed but dear queen Lear
Had no mercy on the loon

Venus painted on her bed
Sipped from grails of liquid lead
Do you believe, she asked, in rest
Or restauration, no man's quest
Will shroud the beauty of the dead

Was addressed on Stromboli
By a girl with eyes to see
Colours flared and clouds dispersed
On gilded shields for, oh, she nursed
Too many snakes to set one free

Found an ancient photograph
Of a girl engulfed in love
That smelled the rain about to fall
On pastures vain, she'd charmed some shawl
To conceal her just enough

Travelled to the promised land
Where the knotted throngs disband
Love's ancient goddess held a rally
In some lone deserted alley
On a rostrum made of sand

Do you know a place to be
A chalk-cast fresco asked of me
My wings are small, I cannot fly
And all my quiver has run dry
For Ovidus is exiled to Romany

OLD SONG.........a poem written by JO RICHTER (SONIC STRUCTURES AND SILENT STRETCHES)

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This is the third collaboration between Mono-lux and the poet Jo Richter @sonic-textures… enjoy

Poetry is Vital
sound space and time
structuring impulse
carving chiselling kneading morphing
large and small gifts

Poem and conception by Jo Richter
Narration and sounds by Mono-Lux

Vital

Guitar: Ingvar Tautra, There is no Regrets Big Enough 
Ingvar Tautra's track is protected by a creative commons license - please check there: https://soundcloud.com/agnosturaelwar/there-is-no-regrets-big-enough
He is generous enough to allow me to use his track with my poem. Thank you!
Narration: I wrote this poem nearly thirty years ago, embroiled in all the aftermath messiness of a split-up. It was first published in a collection of poetry  bearing a line of this poem in the title that was published under the pen-name 'sonogara' which I had used during that period - three copies sold ;-)

Lyrics / copyright jo richter:

Tjost

sie, in seide gehüllt
blüte um blüte um blatt
ihr stolz hat wolken gestillt
die sind nun müde und matt

er, aus höllen empört
von glut im kometenkranz
und plasmaströmen genährt
halb loh, halb zunder, halb glanz

noch tanzen roh die säbel
noch rast ein loser sturm
verschlungen hängen nebel
im windschnitt hinterm turm

Tjost - with guitar by Ingvar Tautra

Method: An interesting collaboration with a magnificent artist! You'll find her place here: https://soundcloud.com/bissecta She composed all of it - and I might have ruined her wonderful mix by intervening ....
Narration: Xolotl is the 'dark brother of Quetzalcoatl' as Wikipedia has it. 

Lyrics / copyright jo richter:

I smell the morning approaching:
My master will call me to hunt.
I hear morning creatures stirring:
Please master, call me to hunt!
I have dreamt of fresh bones crushing:
We are obliged to hunt.

Oh master, wake from your stupor:
We have to go out and hunt!
My incisors burn like torches:
The forest will light up with death!

Do you not know, my canine companions,
what my dreams revealed to us?
This hunting lust is not for us
for this is the day that we are the prey.

xolotl

Xolotl - sounds by Wivresse, words by me

Jo and I teamed up on this tune. To rethink and remake it. Jo felt that this song could be taken as an Allegory for what is happening in the Ukraine and all wars. 
His lovely (Russian) Rav Vast Rhythms are meant as a poignant reminder That "Governments are the war makers."  ALL OF US are trying to survive our governments.

Jo also produced the haunting voicings and  the wonderful   water wind and birds from a natural recording. 
A heartfelt thank you to jo for this. see his other works at "Sonic Structures and Silent Stretchs" Peace.

Strat/mellotron-------jeff gardiner

Hawk Caught a Rabbit: Make Music not War. Featuring Jo Richter

The epic saga, ‘Land of ZED’ continues! About 1 year ago, Uziel, Stonerjazz and I started a collaborative prog rock style concept album around the concept of ‘Johnny and his Magical Squeezebox’. We’ve been having a lot of fun playing with different styles, breaking all the musical rules, and writing our own soundcloud inspired mythology. 

For the past 3 songs we’ve been working with a new collaborator, Francesca (a.k.a. Zed) who has added a cool new twist to our sound.
And on this track we’re pulling in a fifth artist who contributed an amazing set of lyrics: Jo Richter (a.k.a. Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches). Thanks for joining us!

Check out the whole story (so far) here: soundcloud.com/tea_are_sea/sets/land-of-the-zed
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Vocals, drums for part 1, and keys by Jeff / Stonerjazz @user-911083679
Lyrics for part 2, vocals, and artwork by Uziel @user-455619833
Synth, drums, mix, and production for part 2 by Francesca/ Zed @zed4209819
Synths and production for part 1 and final overall mix by Terry / @tea_are_sea
Lyrics for part 1 by Jo Richter / Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches @sonic-textures 
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Lyrics:

Pt. 1

the shining stone
deep in the mountains
the golden glow
brought forth by fountains
raising in moonlight
raising in moonlight
the golden note
created a player
weaving the node
to cross the mire
of red-shifting ire
of red-shifting ire
the jet black stone
deep in the mountains
wailing in woe
brought forth steep chasms
sucking up moonlight
sucking up moonlight
night‘s dim vibration
created a slayer
cloaked in delusion
trouble to sire
with red-flaring fire
with red-flaring fire
oh, flyers beware
the world is on fire
oh, walkers beware
of footing the mire
oh, jonny beware
never to tire
never to tire

Bickering bikers boyish bravado..emboldened they sly and Jellyfish Souls.
To Plant a finicky trickity fine bomb.
in the administrational heart of Zed.
in the mountain's monstrous mouthcave
Where Roy resides and cruelty is King.
For fear of ferocoius felines prowling the ring.
Imposed by the iron imposter this fine will ask
each creature looking more than three feet ahead
to forfeit three loaves of of freshly baked bread.
Those that cannot comply will lose the sight in one eye…

Pt. 2

Crystalizing at caverns edge
Mouth all shining as we make our descent
We outta be... weary and beware
Perhaps more troubles ahead?
Guided ourselves past the terrors
Into starlight shifting patterns
Of stalactites in space underground
We out to be wary and beware
Perhaps in this beautiful world
More troubles...
Ahead?

The Administrational Heart (Land of the ZED #9) w/ Uziel, Zed, Stonerjazz, and lyrics by Jo Richter

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Fourth collaboration between Mono-lux and poet Jo Richter @sonic-textures... enjoy

With Jo from https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures
We had a creative exchange: He sounds one of my poems and I sound one of his.
Here is my musical part
and here his poetry:

Lyrics/copyright: Jo richter

around the bend
 
that's where they sat, in
the park, opposite the art
academy; on a blanket
 
that's what they heard, apart
from their own voices reading
Pirsig; the birds, the birds
 
one of them was hoping to be
watched: wrapping two love
interests into a single experience
 
one of them was an artist in
the waiting, unbeknownst
to anyone: sublimating already
 
that's who they were, self-
absorbed adolescents, the im-
perfect couple: canvas unframed

Around The Bend - With sonic structures and silent stretches

Here a track by Jo richter from https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures

Jo wrote:

Note: In an exchange, Wivresse and I have agreed to swap words and sounds. This is a poem by Wivresse, which she allowed me to find sounds for to the best of my abilities.
Method: Finding a voice by using a sequencer, a pedal, some field recordings and all that.
Narration: I read this poem as a joyful quest to free oneself from muting and restraining forces.

Lyrics / copyleft Wivresse:

Équinoxe-moi
Sur la calypso des cliquetis d'akènes
Là
Une boule de bleu
Baise ses nimbus
Tout taquins
Tout tapageurs
Vient le vent violet vrombir les veines
Alors reines ralliant Modron
J'ai la joie de déluger mon âme
Sur les chutes
Des cités
Déjà mortes par nature
Alors
Équinoxe-moi
De décadence en décadence
J'irai me joindre aux cataclysmes
Semeurs d'harmonie
Et de liberté d'autonomie

Équinoxe-Moi - Jo Richter & Wivresse Poetry

Method: A great and wonderful collaboration with Ransom and the Mood!
Listen to more of his sounds here:https://soundcloud.com/ransomandthemood
Narration: There is one stalker no one can avoid confronting, eventually. Are there minor ones, too, verging on the edge of physicality?

Lyrics copyright jo richter:

you don't see me walk the streets
in my infrared spray-tan
my ultraviolet hairdo
I was standing next to you
when you cracked that joke
about a one-eyed parakeet
with a lisp

you never knew I even existed
with my infrasound voice
and my bat-sonic footfall
I was approaching rapidly
when that car of yours
screeched to halt
at the edge of the cliff
in the Carparthian mountains
that summer

you never gave in to the wind
I raised to blow you off-course
the pebbles thrown at your window
all that rigmarole ruckus
I raised to make you believe
in that which is me
like poltergeist ashes
blown to your doorstep

The Stalker - collab with Ransom and the Mood

This a Poem written by Jo Richter Aka (Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches) He also is the maker of the Natural Weather,syth,bells track  and the Art. The drums come from Roland/Boss at 164 BPm. This is another wonderful poem from Jo. Many thanks to everyone!!

Solstice Weather Report
 
These solstice eyes 
have learned to disagree
with the varnish and dies
of vain pleasantry

The ugly devices of self-serving goons
casting their angst ridden bases
only to float their ego-balloons
have erased all the sky's visual graces.

This Solstice skin
has learned to shy away
from the deceptively Thin
pvc overlay.

this discount-priced vortex of dime-store illusion
raises hope from the ground at it's gust front
only to soil soils with futile pollution
as it scatters it's load in the minds of those stunned.

These Solstice ears
have learned to listen in
to the grumblings of fears
in the voice therein

Bared. in the open, prone to transform
Buds turn to flower when graced by the soft rain
fears provide courage to transcend the norm
letting go and becoming are one and the same.

Solstice Weather Report(A poem by Jo Richter)

Method:  https://soundcloud.com/thepullofthepast was kind enough to allow me to use his latest composition called '.' for this one. When I first listened to it, I was overwhelmed by its sincerity, clarity and beautiful hesitancy. You can listen to it in its fragile, unadultered form here: https://soundcloud.com/thepullofthepast/twvdp4w67nvx
Narration: Meeting people who are so much like yourself at a different stage in life can be quite a daunting affair. This track focusses on one such event. As a variation of the Romantic 'Doppelgänger'-motive, it forces out some of the mental magic making you ask: How 'my' is 'my life'? 

Lyrics / copyright jo richter:

in your words, in the
way you force them out
to shield your ideals
and your innocence,

I encounter myself
in a double vision:
a young self in your
place, an older one

in mine, both trying
to reach across the
rift of a life lived.

No sudden burst of
triangulation con-
soles the two of us.

. / diameter - with The Pull Of The Past

Jo and l have conspired on his poem. The original can be found on his page @sonic-textures: He is also making that song available for download so any adventurous soul who wants to take a run at this will have all the data. Most of the stems are also available on request. Cheers😊


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

Concatenandus (open  COLLABORATION) "Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches" ( sharp note WARNING)

I made my own version of the song Concatenandus - on the meaning of wind generators in fashion photography

Jo Richter and Jeff STONERJAZZ got me into this project as they provided the stems as an Open Collaboration.

Jo Richter version: https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/concatenandus

STONERJAZZ version: https://soundcloud.com/user-911083679/song-0049wav/s-xPwc6uwYFVM


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

Concatenandus  [nic version]

jo richter

Concatenandus [nic Version]

Soundcloud like life itself is full of surprises! I love life and the magic of living in such a strange world full of random and coincidence, ah but there are no coincidences you say. Well I agree and in that light: one day about a month ago a creative and witty artistic man sent me a message asking," -Are you interested in sonifying the poem below, based on the Beowulf-myth?-",  I readily agreed. And after a bit of back and forth between Jo Richter- the artist poet in question- and myself the gauntlet was laid before me. See and hear more of Jo's wonderful artwork https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures

I have to admit a few things as I told Jo, really I am not much of a slinging singer, but rather a fellow that makes music without words. Upon occasion I do write and try to sing or at least do justice in the story I am telling using my voice. It isn't easy and always a bit uncomfortable for me. But Jo insisted I use "use my voice" sonifying his poem. 

I have to admit I was overwhelmed and some what intimidated at the task at hand. So after a bit of delay in making the track I sent Jo a message stating I was slow to make the track due to the homestead farm/ranch I live on. You see on our homestead we raise goats, chickens, dogs, cats, and ducks and that doesn't include the wildlife that is in abundance here in the mountains of Colorado, including birds large and small, black bears, mule deer, rabbits, coyotes, bobcats and mountain lions too. I imagine you get the idea of our mountain homestead reality. 

Anyway, Jo was so excited to hear about all of the animals he suggested I use them in the piece, thus we had the basis of out collaboration. For me everything is about sounds. I always try to tell a story in the music I create as that is how I see myself as a storyteller with and or without words.  So there you have it boys and girls the behind the scenes insight into our little work of art. 
 
Words by Jo Richter.
Aeglaeca

researching for his thesis
on Grendel's guilty origins,
he was often unable
to concentrate due to

noise emanating from
the appartment next to
his own. fellow students
used this place to celebrate
each night of the week,
thus making it very difficult
for him to focus.

when he eventually
took action, it was with
all the fury in his heart
All words copyright © 2022 Jo Richter

All music © Re-Evolution Cafe' Orchestra 2022 

The Wolf in Me Ripping Flesh Away: 
Lyrics: Jo Richter
Music: Re-Evolution Cafe' Orchestra, Bass, Drums, Percussion, Acoustic Piano, Electric Pianos, Vox, and Effects.
Goat sounds courtesy of Puck, Percy, Polly, Blondie and Trouble. 
Duck quaks, honks sounds: Pekins, Anacona, Browns and Runners
Chicken sounds the Americuna Hens and Wyndottes
Barking a Growling Dogs:  the neighbors two german shepherds.
Gray Wolf Howls: Grey and Timber
Cat sounds our barn kitties terrors.

Mixed are Recorded @ Broken Glass Ranch, Wet Mountain Valley, Colorado © 2022

The Wolf in Me Ripping Flesh Away

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)