Cover Art is a photo of happy Buddha holding paint splotched glasses taken by me, (brad), in Vince's Cathedral of Junk in Austin, TX .  Thanks Vince! We all should worship at your Cathedral... From time to time... I certainly hope to!

Now as for this song:  If you can tell me what this song means please let me know... (oh and sorry these are the lyrics but they're a bit scrambled....hmmm ...scrambled scrubbing bubbles!)

Scrubbing Bubbles

meme bars 	  cream cream  obscene dopamene         scrubbing bubbles
germ dream 	  come clean 	contraband ampersand 	scrubbing bubbles 
shaving cream scrubbing bubbles 		pipe dream Steam Clean
dopamene 	  scrubbing bubbles 

outerspace hyperspace 	Nebuloid 		I got lost 		Hear me?
spatial myopia 			Planetoid 	        in the stars 	        in the fucking stars
woops in your brain 		desert gray
sweaty sky

I'm a doctor pie in your face
Not a packoid

suck the new low tar
filtered pacifier

in your face  in your place

Scrubbing Bubbles

Words and music Antipodeans 2022. Recorded and engineered at Grovehill Studio, and mastered at the Hackey Sack by Dr Hackey. Kite by James Lee on Unsplash.com

Free

Wasting Time

Part of a new album I've been uploading, featuring compositions written over the last several months of 2021. If anyone can pinpoint what all of these compositions have in common, musically-speaking, put it in the comments - there was a concept tying everything together but I'm not going to reveal what it was unless if someone figures it out on their own.

Cover art created using NeuralBlender.

This album is going to be called "Prohibited Topics," a tribute to the textbook authors and teachers whose work is being disrupted by right wing efforts to stifle education about racial disparity and structural racism in the US.

Prohibited Topics

21 12 23

A Hundred Years From Now 
by Caddigan, Brennan and Story (1914)

Every one today is going crazy,
Everyone today is going mad
Each one is trying to do something decidedly new
Just to put the rest in bad
Everyday they change the style of dancing
Everyday they change the style of dress
Oh, Boys what is it coming to?
That's a problem we will have to guess

I wonder what kind of life they'll lead 
A hundred years from now?
I wonder what's going to be the speed
A hundred years from now?
The girlies are setting a pace today
That's turning the locks of gold to grey
We're living a life of constant alteration

I wonder if they'll have a tango dance
A hundred years from now?
I wonder if men will wear short pants
A hundred years from now?
There's no solution
It's all evolution
I wonder, and wonder, and wonder
How much the girls are going to wear
A hundred years from now?

Picture this town that once was just a pasture
Picture the girls who roam'd it years ago
They were the wonderful kind
You know the kind I've in mind
The sort of girl the world calls slow
Think of a girl today out in a meadow
Raking the hay a la decolletée?
No chance not in a thousand years
The girls today are all for cabaret

I wonder what kind of life they'll lead 
A hundred years from now?
I wonder what's going to be the speed
A hundred years from now?
The girlies are setting a pace today
That's turning the locks of gold to grey
We're living a life of constant alteration

I wonder if they'll have a tango dance
A hundred years from now?
I wonder if men will wear short pants
A hundred years from now?
There's no solution
It's all evolution
I wonder, and wonder, and wonder
How much the girls are going to wear
A hundred years from now?

A Hundred Years From Now (Caddigan/Brennan/Story, 1914) [cover/version]

Method: vintage lemon drop, voice, field recordings into some of the following: roland vt4, obne dweller, warm audio foxy, zoom r 20, samplitude.
Narration: This is a poem about growing up. I will not include an interlinear translation. Both the nuclear mushroom and the moon are visible in the original text layout.

lyrics / copyright jo richter:

als ich kind
war, betrat ein
flimmernder mensch einen
flimmernden mond. das war wichtiger
als ich, diese befremdung. als ich kind
war, wucherte ein druckpilz in stille lagunen-
wasser der zeitlosen, bisher, atolle. das war mächtiger
als ich, diese tödliche teilkraft. als ich erwachsen
genannt wurde, abstrahiert und fragmentiert, entfremdet und zerblitzt
erreichte mich endlich die erkenntnis

dass

all dies

mit absicht veranlasst
wurde, nicht schicksal gewesen war, bevor
es schicksal wurde. die krähen, die
sich von schlachtfeldern nähren, werden vom
lurenklang eines gier-ich gerufen, einem gier-ich, das ich schließlich
als meines erkannte. als ich erwachsener
genannt wurde, wandte sich diese absicht, die nun meine
war, ins ästhetische und
gab sich auf

nach verworfenem im randmeer, im mare marginis zu gründeln

zufolge

Innominatam

a track by Marco Lucchi reworked by *idematoa*

maggio 2023

idematoa & Marco Lucchi - ὁ γὰρ καιρὸς ἐγγύς

E-Lima

Jazz Fusión (from Málaga (Spain)) -> RECOMMEND USING HEADPHONES.

Mira que te lo die

Mira Que Te Lo Die

So happy to work with Dani on this amazing piece of music. She's a brilliant songwriter, singer and musician. Check out her beautiful songs: https://soundcloud.com/dontkillbutterflies

Beats and synths - Alex Jackson https://soundcloud.com/allsmilesuk
Guitar, lyrics and vocals - Don't kill butterflies
Lyrics and vocals - learningtoplay

slow dissolve

Planetary nature -- Don't kill butterflies (~ ltp)

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

-----------------------------
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)

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