In Orbit - Valentino

For The Hell Of It

Ręka i pług kompozycja, do której solo na gitarze akustycznej zostało nagrane w formie improwizacji. Inspiracją były słowa Jezusa „Ktokolwiek przykłada rękę do pługa, a wstecz się ogląda, nie nadaje się do królestwa Bożego” (Łk 9: 62). Dla mnie te słowa mają kluczowe znaczenie i ciągle stanowią poważne wyzwanie, bo nie jest prostą sprawą iść ciągle do przodu i nie oglądać się za siebie. W każdym razie jestem w drodze...

Ręka i pług / Hand and plow

Rocktober day and track 24

it just starts, goes on and then stops.

The composition is definitely not finished. The synths come together at one point (tonal), which causes a weak spot. I normally experiment until I find the strong point or chance of such a fragment, but that would take too much time rn, I had to deliver 😄
Also the drums, ooh, they just go on 😆
So, I wonder if this will draw my attention later this year (or next! Time FLIES!).

24 Heartbeats of Small Bodies

Following in stripped down versions.. the lyrics are plain and evident…hope it touches you.. nothing more that I can add.. at this point in my life!🙌🙏💔😇

Lyrics 

Consider my failures, when I try 
To want to laugh, and start to cry 
Emotions meant to serve my soul 
Are now my master in control 
These circumstances, lead me nowhere

… and it’s gone on this way for years
A love affair with all my fearful symmetry 
Well, please excuse my wide eyed wonder 
When I’m forced down and trampled under 
Your dirty feet again 

So tell me when will I be somewhere? 
Close by here, or far from nowhere ?
My poverty, it’s plain to see 
My riches are rags when you’re with me 
I’m losing sight so maybe you can see much clearer than me 

And I’m not right if you’re not wrong 
It’s been this way for way too long
Enough , and you should know by now
Let’s talk it out, let’s talk it over 
Will you push me away, or draw me closer?
Whichever you prefer

We’ve traveled down this road, so many times before
I’ve tightened down the screws, that hinge on your heart’s door
Still hiding shadows in your eyes
I’m holding onto something that was never mine 
Never was at mine…

Let’s talk it out. Let’s talk it over. Let’s talk it out. Let’s talk it over. Let’s talk it out. Let’s talk it over!

Fearful Symmetry-Stripped

Surfing Home

This is the 13th track made from my Grandad's poetry.

The others are here👇🏾
https://on.soundcloud.com/7RWUlc4x5lMqOxNecd
🧓🏼Papa's Poems ▶️ Songs ♾️

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Tuning 432Hz A Standard
Capo 6

Instruments
-Vocal and acoustic live
-Additonal backing vocal runs x 4
-Acoustic lead
-Acoustic picked rhythm
-Piano played on keys
-Native Flute played on keys
-Lost Reverse Alchemy pad played on keys
-5 String bass
-Marimba played on keys
-Cajon bass & snare played on keys 

To do
-lower bass in mix
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Papa 's notes on the poem are below the poem 🍃🍁🍂❤️
It's another real gem to have and I really adore how laser focused to nature he was.

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Sentenced without Trial (A poem by Bill Stapleton)

The executioner has come to cut thee down.
I know not for what crime.
The human race needs living space
And you have little time.

No counsel for your defence
No witness to your beauty
No guardian of your civil rights
It matters not - you're guilty!

Where are the lovers you shaded
When summer hearts were wed
Speak now for your leafy friend
Before his life is shed

Did no one see you in Springtime
When your buds were awake in bloom
Did no one pass last Autumn
On your golden carpet, strewn

Why don't you run away?
The humans are coming fast
Don't just stand there and be acquired
Your security is past

Dumb innocence give me your seed
And let me away to sow
In some undeveloped land
Where the crocuses can grow.
......
Where are the lovers you shaded
When summer hearts were wed
Speak now for your leafy friend
Before his life is shed

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23 February 1975
Bill says, " A considerable time had lapsed since I had written any poetry probably due to the shock of my heart attack. In fact I was not sure whether I could still do so. It was a great comfort to me therefore to achieve this poem after an elapse of nearly five years.
The theme of civil rights comes from the northern troubles. I got the idea while out for a walk around Silverpine, the lovely little roads now sadly changed by housing development. Many lovely old trees cut down while others await their fate with 'Security' and 'Acquired' boards ignominiously nailed to them.
The last verse is a lesson on how we can co-operate to save the situation by planting a new tree"

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Bill lived for nine more years after writing those words. It's interesting how the health shock effected his creativity and so nice he re-found it. Maybe a nice reminder to use our time well 🔆


I really love the third stanza. "Where are the lovers you shaded?..." Bill is looking at these condemned trees and wondering about the beautiful unconditional love it showed to people who are now no where to be seen when the trees need them. For me this wraps up what I've learned and had confirmed from Papa's poetry. Humans use the planet but get lost in our own pleasure and forget about what actually keeps us alive and what makes this such a wonderful planet to be on and that we do get to share. We share it with all the trees and eachother. We are however the only ones with either the intelligence to save it from ourselves or stay blinded and condemn it like these trees were condemned to their doom. Thanks Papa


This in my opinion is why laws against single use plastics and similar environmental saviours are so important. When idiosy decides to reverse them on a whim and because of only economics the indifference grows collectively and we lose our focus on the tree and the system as a whole. We then also forget that in focusing on the welfare of the tree, we focus on our own welfare. It's easy to forget this when we don't experience a direct relatable suffering however compassion towards the system still has our answers to a smoother future along side our dear tree friends 🫛

Sentenced without Trial

Dazed

words, sounds and composition: jeff gardiner ( https://soundcloud.com/user-911083679 ) and jo richter

(a note by sonic structures and silent stretches)
Jeff and I both feel the grieve of letting go. In times like these, though, it might be wiser to move unpredictably. Our special thanks go to the memory of Carlos Castaneda, whose novels and gesta and concepts of reality had had quite an impression on our respective minds when they were a lot younger and infinitely more malleable. It's been a blast!

(a note from stonerjazz)
The photograph of the lovely bench taken by Jo reminds me of the conversations between Carlos Casteneda and Juan Matus while sitting on benches in city parks about Magic and human beings and the sheer wonder of this existence--the empty bench signifies their absence in a most poignant way and the final installment in this definitive journey-- and yes indeed it has been a Blast!:)
please find the complete scalar field collection in it's proper order at soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields and coming NOW to Bandcamp as an album too 😊

part I: journey's end
on the brink of sanity
patterns to puzzle a lot from
radiance translates as "shree"
illuminates the rhizome

as alchemists nurse sympathy
stellar drone and terran hum
dot the i and cross the t
I am many, we are one

and when the falcon's freefall flight
devours Osiris' agony
you sit, you breathe, you call it a night 
for feathers defy gravity
you have no name, you have no weight 
uncirculate demummified

Part II: journal's end
Even though, small and uninformed
he seemed to know and though he tried
to get a fix on how and why and when and where
Explanations, few and far between
appearing only in a dream
forgotten in the waking
while brains are baking
and crud is caking on the carcass
while it's slipping in it"s standing
exponentially expanding disappointments
take their toll,
even though, wouldn't trade
this moment for a nickel or
for anything at all
graduated, gratified beyond belief
time's the culprit
time's the thief

journal's end

scalar fields pt 13: journal's end - with stonerjazz

The Universe Will Respond

For What?

I am a sickly thing burning out for the entertainment of dozens.
Eons ago the gods locked me up in here as punishment for my divine transgressions. 
I've been live recording, digitally producing, & blending both mediums for a long time. 
Thank you for stopping by.
Be safe on your trip.

For The Hell Of It

STUDIO TTL