I'm loving this piece...this joint sonic venture lights up my sky...Incredible my dearest friends XOXOXO

The alien voices...so adorable sounding! Lovely guitar and harmonized vocals...gentle expression oh so fine :)

the more l listen the more l want to listen--

trippy@ hazy journey....lol....that feeling of ....;)

So far out there haha even for the two of you! Thanks for the great head trip my friends!

Weireddd...excellent piece ☀️🍀😎

It's Thelonious-Panarlberg-Guybrush-Threepwood-Monkday! Commander Fullyard and myself had been snacking on this one since April 2021. More than happy that we finally got our baby born! While mighty Fullyard has done all the freaking magic he is famous for, my contribution was mainly about nonsense ideas such as playing the Theremin and sampling blowing-over-beerbottle sounds. Thank you a million times Stefan for this adventure, your stamina and all the wolves! The result is far beyond expectation; retrospectively it was clear however that things would be damn cool --- synchronized hairstyles obviously go hand in hand with synchronized vibes.

https://soundcloud.com/steve-fullyard
https://soundcloud.com/steve-fullyard/round-midnight

'Round Midnight with Fullyard

Blueprint for track that became 'Sandycove Milk'.

Inspired by wondrous music by Conin, whose track 'Kitty's Wake' reminded of the rich clay of Joyce's 'Finnegan's Wake'. This track, about the opening pages of Joyce's Ulysses, borrows coffee spoons, forever those of T.S. Eliot, in an effort to add sweet milk...drawn from the milk-well of honeyed Sandycove.  The lyric speaker is, notionally, Stephen Daedalus. For practical purposes, the lyric speaker is James Joyce himself. His aim? To hit Haines for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency] before heading to France on a ferry. Whilst Haines still feels guilty (sheepish) about having fired his pistol at an imaginary cat he thought he saw in the fireplace in the Martello tower in Sandycove (now the Joyce Museum....a sacred...magical place, whose attendant Joyce scholars told me about the Haines' imaginary cat episode....it is all true...yet also dovetails eerily with the first chapter of Ulysses).

The reference to Haines having consumed Absinthe is a narrative fiction, invented to offer an explanation for his dangerous behaviour. No peer reviewed evidence capable of demonstrating Absinthe has hallucinogenic properties, exists, to my knowledge.


Lyrics

[chorus]
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar

Hellenise me now
She come and go
talking bout Michelangelo
there will be time
there will be time

do I dare to eat a quiche?
I shall wear enchanted trousers
and float upon the beach

I’m still dreamin
something happened last night

Haines downed a snot-green bottle of Absinthe
started shooting at his Schrödinger's cat
in the fireplace
looks real sheepish this morning
gonna hit him for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency]
and get outta here
gliding on the Emerald sea
to Paris
with Haines’ guinea in my pocket
when I’m at sea

gonna go uptown now
hitting the top deck of this here Martello
gonna watch the mailboat
glide on an Emerald sea
gonna rest my shiny elbows
on the jagged granite
just leavin the harbour

and here comes stately Buck
bearing a bowl of lather
crossed razor and mirror as well
holding the bowl aloft
and intoning...intonin

Introibo ad altare Dei
sacred chalice
sacred cross
and now I’m lookin at the sea
Thallata...sweet mother
Hellenise me
mailboat clearin the harbour
rage of Caliban inside me
cos of Haines....[firing a gun inside the Martello tower when drunk the night before, at a giant cat he imagined was sitting near the fireplace]
sweet Thallata
buttercups on the quilt
powdered musk and gauds of amber beads
calm now like the sea
there will be time
there will be time

Martello

This is a song which my dear friends, Kenneth Karasek, Chris Maness, Joshua Clary, JJ Terell and Tez  made this solid and very nice
Love those guys !!! Check em all out they are really special and ooooh so good !!!!
Thank you Folks !!!

Romance with Kenneth Karasek,Chris Maness, Joshua Clary,JJ Terell and Tez

Human World

A nostalgic look back at childhood…memories of visits to my Acadian grandmother in the Acadian village of Kippens, NL. Honouring the memories of grandmothers everywhere…

This piece was created during a Fredericton Arts Alliance Residency. Guitar music composed and performed by Bryan McDaniel.

Strawberries

Sliding down with my shovel and pail
Off in the distance I see a whale
Time to see grandma 
to be nourished and fed

Bread and drizzled honey
Homemade bread and homemade cream
And strawberries

Morning awake, soft dreams fill my head
Perhaps today I will be fairy led
The smell of wild clover
Over and over, it is spread

The grass has grown a mile above my head
I can make it dance and never be seen
You’d think you watching inside of a dream
Now home to grandma in her strawberry bed.

Bread and drizzled honey
Homemade bread and homemade cream
And Strawberries

It’s so sweet that you want repeat
It’s so sweet that you want to repeat

Bread and drizzled honey
Homemade bread and homemade cream
And Strawberries

Bread and drizzled honey
Homemade bread and homemade cream
And Strawberries

Strawberries

method: adding voice and vst to a preexisting song
narration: One of the greatest creative artist on soundcloud, stonerjazz https://soundcloud.com/user-911083679/tracks, my friend Jeff, has composed a song shock full of paranoia, existential threat and hope for redemption and salvation - a truthful portrayal of the human condition. It is a mesmerizing work of art as it stands. When I approached him concerning a possible collab for my upcoming soundcloud-only album 'songs to pacify extraterrestrials' (out by the end of November 2023), he offered this to me. I was in a fix: How can you work on something that is already perfect, complete in itself?  Eventually, I decided to take a cynical approach and turn it into an intergalactic commercial for tooth --- no, fangpaste. There was a challenge in bringing about the non-music so typical for the advertising industry. Virtual midi-operated synthesizers helped. During gestation, I called those interludes and overlays PCBs, short for 'psychotic commercial break' or 'paranoid commercial breakdown'. They are of somewhat juvenile humor and also have some Douglas Adams vibes, I hope, Marvin-style. None of my recontextualization does the existential thrill (and especially the hope for liberation) of the original any justice at all - quite in the contrary. It was a morbid kind of fun to create, though ... and, to my utter astonishment, Jeff liked it and edged me on during the process. Well, here you are. It's (be)coming for you!
image: dada alien, copyright jo richter

If you prefer to listen on Jeff's page and also read the lyrics in the description, please go here; https://soundcloud.com/user-911083679/2023-09-29-sos-final-iii-1

SoS - with stonerjazz

Recording sessions from 16/08/2023 - 03/09/2023.
1 track MOOG Modular (vst Arturia),
1 track Monopoly (vst KORG),
1 track DX7 (vst Arturia),
1 track Drums (vst Addictive Drums),
presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.
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A very long time ago, humans took nature's example on a large number of things with delicacy and respect, which was very beneficial to them.
Then as man's intelligence developed, he tried to do better than nature by respecting it as much as possible.
By trying to circumvent the laws of nature, she will turn against the one who outrageously hurts her because in everything there is a price to pay and here we are at dawn.

Il y a très longtemps, les humains prenaient avec délicatesse et respect, l'exemple de la nature sur un très grand nombre de choses, ce qui leur était très bénéfique.
Puis à mesure que l'intelligence de l'homme se développait, il essayait de faire mieux que la nature en la respectant autant que possible.
A force de chercher à contourner les lois de la nature, elle se retournera contre celui qui lui fait outrageusement mal car dans tout il y a un prix à payer et nous voici à l'aube.
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🛠 - Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks
🎹 - Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
🔲 - Artwork - Pier WILL
🙏 - Acknowledgements - Ableton, AKG, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile, Focusrite, Korg, M-Audio, MSI, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
⚙️ - #Ambient #Movies #Experimental 
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❤️🕊️🙏 - Monkey Kata

Monkey Kata

↯I↯I am the harlot that shaketh Death.
This shaking giveth the Peace of Satiate Lust.
Immortality jetteth from my skull,
And music from my vulva.
Immortality jetteth from my vulva also,
For my Whoredom is a sweet scent like a seven-stringed instrument,
Played unto God the Invisible, the all-ruler,
That goeth along giving the shrill scream of orgasm.↯I↯
A. Crowley - Liber 418

LY↯ER☁GENE☁↯I↯ - Scream Ov Orgasm

Challenge was to make one of my shorter songs with one of my longer lyrics, so I 'had' to craft it into an amalgam of 9/4 and 4/4 signatures. Thus, it may feel crazy on verses but I hope also catchy on refrains.

Letra / Translated lyrics:

Sólo pido no tener deseos (Ya no quiero imaginar)  /  I ask only not to have desires (I don’t want to imagine anymore)

¿Puedes explicarme qué es lo que me pasa?  /  Can you tell me what happens to me?
Señor, llévate de mí esta confusión.  /  Lord, take away this confusion.
Quítame el don de la inteligencia,  /  Take the gift of intelligence from me,
pues si no pensara tanto, sería feliz.  /  because if I didn’t think so much, I would be happy.

Siento que este mundo me es extraño,  /  I feel this world is strange,
estoy a disgusto con mis sentidos.  /  I get displeasure from my senses.
No puedo comprender su funcionamiento,  /  I cannot understand their functioning,
ni siquiera amoldarme a él.  /  nor even get used to it.

Sólo pido no tener deseos,  /  I ask only not to have desires,
ya no quiero imaginarme nada.  /  I don’t want to imagine anything anymore.

Esta situación siempre es pasajera,  /  This situation is always temporary,
pero se repite una y otra vez.  /  but repeats itself again and again.
Este malestar de cuerpo y alma  /  This discomfort of soul and body
me hace desear dejar de ser.  /  makes me wish to stop being.  

Pienso entonces en todos los que me quieren,  /  Then I think of all those who love me,
o al menos en los que a veces lo parecen…  /  or at least about those who sometimes seem to…
¿Por qué es tan difícil la coexistencia  /  Why is coexistence so difficult
en medio de una sociedad inteligente?  /  in an intelligent society?

Sólo pido…  /  I ask only…

No deberías dejar pensar a algo imperfecto,  /  You should not allow something imperfect to think,
sino limitarlo a cumplir su función social.  /  but limit it to fulfilling its social role.
Sólo quiero ser un engranaje más, señor,  /  I only want to be one more cog, Lord,
en tu rebaño de almas, sin preguntas.  /  in your flock of souls, without questions.

Esta vida que me has dado, señor,  /  This life you have given me, Lord,
me tortura, de modos insospechados,  /  tortures me, in unsuspected manners,
a buscarle un sentido a mis dudas,  /  to look for a sense to my doubts,
lo cual, tal vez, sea precisamente su fin!  /  which, maybe, is precisely its purpose!

Sólo pido…  /  I ask only…

ER43FI10 97-18

Sólo pido no tener deseos (Ya no quiero imaginar)

To our son

01 - Spitfire Audio - Ólafur Arnalds Stratus - Rhythmic Attacks
02 - Spitfire Audio - British Drama Toolkit - Ensemble - Woodwind Ens Long
03 - Spitfire Audio - Woodwind Evolutions - A simple Start
04 - Sonuscore - The Orchestra Complete - Grand Piano Lib Open - Grand Piano Lib Closed - Viola Staccato - Double Bass Pizzicato

Part Two coming soon... 😉

Short Music For Marc L. - Part One

ATRIUM .

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)

SoS - with stonerjazz

sonic structures and silent stretches

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