I love the picture this poem convays, Thank you Jo ... I am amazed

Hey Jo man, you and Hakan have melted my brain here. Love the tension you guys get into in here. Fantastic work all around, my friend!

Someone promised to wait.
To wait beyond.
Beyond the hourglasses and the mounds of swollen flesh.
Beyond the cuneiform codices, the spiral labyrinths, the bone flutes of extinct birds.
Past the pyramids of time and the colossal granite dolmens slumbering beneath Antarctic glaciers.
But no one came back.

The song is the lament of those who still hope to say goodbye.
To say goodbye fiercely—with their eyes, with their hands, with everything that exists beyond the body.
To part with such violence that reality thins, and the blazing ground of grass takes on the texture of dragonfly wings.
The voice of the one still waiting calls out, demands, roars through the wound that a heavy slab carved with the word “LOVE” can barely cauterize.
The slab of a forgotten grave, in a windswept cemetery on the Atlantic coast.
At the edge of a cliff where—warmed by magma beating to the phases of the moon—earth, ocean, and sky fuse together: into amber, into lead, into cobalt.

When those who wait begin to sing, their voices pierce the unyielding concrete of nuclear reactors, the crust of the earth, the frozen core of the gas giants in the solar system.
Their voices rattle dead loudspeakers, tear through the white noise of radios lost in the ether, whisper in the echoes of abandoned cathedrals, and sigh in crackling exhaustion through the worn-out waiting rooms of hospitals.

You can’t stop their voices from rearing up inside your eardrum, nesting forever in the synapses of your auditory nerve—so you can carry them far.
Perhaps all the way to the one who never received the goodbye.

Pictures: Lht
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Alguien prometió esperar. Esperar más allà. Más allá de los relojes de arena y de los montículos de carne tumefacta. Más allá de los códices cuneiformes, de los laberintos en espiral, de las flautas de hueso de pájaros extintos. Allende las pirámides del tiempo y los colosales dólmenes de granito que dormitan bajo glaciares antárticos. Pero nadie volvió.

La canción es el lamento de los que esperan poder despedirse. Despedirse intensamente. Con los ojos, con las manos, con todo lo que hay más allá del cuerpo, despedirse con tal violencia que la realidad se adelgace y el suelo fulgurante de hierba adquiera consistencia de alas de libélula. La voz de quien aún espera reclama, inquiere, brama a través de la herida que una pesada losa con la palabra "AMOR" apenas logra cauterizar. La losa de una tumba olvidada, en un remoto cementerio azotado por el viento del Atlántico. Al borde de un acantilado donde, calentados por un magma que late siguiendo las fases de la luna, tierra, océano y cielo se fusionan; en ámbar, en plomo, en cobalto.

Cuando cantan los que esperan, sus voces atraviesan el hormigón implacable de los reactores nucleares, la corteza de la tierra, el núcleo congelado de los gigantes gaseosos del sistema solar. Sus voces sacuden altavoces desconectados, rasgan el ruido blanco de las radios perdidas en el éter, susurran en las reverberaciones de catedrales abandonadas, y suspiran crepitantes en las extenuadas salas de espera de los hospitales.

No puedes evitar que sus voces se te enjirafen al tímpano y aniden eternamente en las sinapsis de tu nervio auditivo, para que las lleves bien lejos. Tal vez hasta quien no pudo recibir el adiós.

Llévame lejos

RETROWAVE // A Few Greetings From The Eighties ...
@docfritz // All Musical Stuff, Rhythm Design, Perc., Cover, Mix & Production
Composed, Arranged & Performed by DOCFRITZ  
© 2025 // All Rights Reserved 

RETROWAVE

Once again, Hakan offered sounds and I had morphing tools at hand and a poem fermenting in gestation
all sounds by well: https://soundcloud.com/user-370942421-686440500/the-ox-2020-01-01-0244-unmastered
image*, poem, morphing and arrangement: copyright jo richter

she believes in the beauty
of pebbles and in the logic
of living sustainably -
amulet wheel, amnesic

as seasons and perfumes drift by -
a bearer of shields and magic,
her carpet is worn - she will die
an unapologetic aesthetic

* based on an image of a detail of the Gundestrup cauldron on wikipedia: By Claude Valette - Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=20700841

the lyre and the wheel

the lyre and the wheel -with well

MISSION MISSI

Any The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy fans around?

Brief conversation with a somewhat upset sentient elevator

feather Photo by Jeffrey Eisen on Unsplash
other photos by fr0ggy5
made with Honey (guitar), zoom h1 mic, and NCH software

always alert for owls and coyotes, squirrel enjoys some peace

Cast of Characters:
Cgmaness – @hiddenhands-760647700 – Chris – beats, acoustic and electric guitar, vocals, composition, and production
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – five string fretless bass, organ, composition, and production editing
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– sitar, composition, and production

This was a seed that Chris came up with on his acoustic guitar, adding beats, and some subtle vocals, then shared with Josh and Stephen. They are always excited to work on Chris' songs, because he always comes up with magical tunes.
  Josh was first in line, adding his five string fretless bass, then the organ part. Stephen used Josh's chord structure to come up with his awe-inspiring, monster electric sitar part. After they both laid down their parts, Chris added the electric guitar you hear at the beginning, too. 
  The song was about twice the current length when Chris made it, but Josh chopped off the second half, as the crescendo fits right into the 2/3 slot now. This was mixed as a team effort in BandLab, too, which is a rarity, given both Stephen and Chris are expert producers. 
  This is an example of a song Chris came up with, that was taken to the next level by Josh and Stephen. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Juxtaposed They Went (Eclectic Collective)

As confirmed by witnesses, a few remote places in the world have had ”singing sands”. Grains of sand have made a singing sound when moving and slowly rolling down dune slopes.

This phenomenon does not exist anymore. Due to worldwide pollution no dunes today contain sand which is pure enough to bring forth this kind of sound. 

Another of mankind´s achievements.

IN MEMORY OF THE SINGING SANDS

Today is my late wife's birthday.  Her last birthday with us was in 2020.  So, if this track feels a bit more personal than most of the other Interbay tracks...that's because it is.

Sad, with some heartfelt but hard to say truths might not be your idea of birthday wishes, but I'm not sure how else to honor a day that will never be as happy as it had been before.  

I knew that I'd wanted to do a song specifically for today, but when I started the project, I assumed it would be a soft, piano-forward ballad.  The fact that it starts with music box and dark strings sent me on another path altogether.  You get to about 2/3rds of the way through the song, and suddenly you're in a mystery thriller and who knows what might be lurking behind every shadow.  Who can say if you're in danger or if you're just scaring yourself.

It was not my intention to bring everyone down with this track.  However, it certainly was my intention to express myself within the context of the music that I make.  And, as you know, some Interbay tracks end up being a path to more insights and expressions than others.

I think the track itself says anything else I would want to say about it, so let's post a smaller description than normal, today.  (My gift to you, I suppose. ;) )

I would appreciate you giving "Birthday Wishes" a listen.  I know it might be hard to "like" a song that is a bit darker and depressing than you'd typically find here, but if you think it was well done, give it a like for that.  Obviously, you reposting it, sharing it, adding it to a playlist, and/or commenting on it..all that or any of that would be welcome.  

And follow this page for more Interbay, every single day a new track drops.  

"Birthday Wishes" *SoundCloud Exclusive*

Executive producer BotNikStudio2, Bottna, Sweden.

CALLIOPE ON THE BEACH CRYING

Nine Neon Nouns

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

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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 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)

the lyre and the wheel -with well

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