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OpenLab Presents: Y Bülbül
Turkish-born, London-based musician and producer @yigitbulbul is next up on OpenLab Presents with a fantastically diverse and rewarding musical selection. 

“This set is all about acceptance and letting things be. It's about the state of flow, it's about pursuing action in non-action. The lack of control we’ve all experienced in the past year or so over what’s next appears to be here to stay for a while. This has been giving me a great deal of restlessness like everyone else lately, the fear that it’s never going to end. But luckily again, once more, I was able to appreciate whilst preparing this set how liberating this state of flux can be too. When you just let go and sail on, magic begins to happen. Or at least, even if it doesn’t, it’s a good endowment to be able to self-hypnotise yourself - so long as it makes you feel better as a person, and the world around you a better place to be in. Dedicated to the people of Palestine.” https://soundcloud.com/yigitbulbul

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Celebrating the release of her new album "Felicita" on March 18, here is a new Pingipung Podcast by Anadol. Completely different from last time, but just as wonderful.

Check out the album here: https://anadol.bandcamp.com/album/felicita
https://soundcloud.com/altinkasetcilik

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Up next: Kurup

Pingipung Podcasts

Pingipung Podcast 139: Anadol - Memories of a beer bottle

1) How Music for airports came to be..
2) 2-1
3) An ending slow version
4) Thursday afternoon
5) An arc of doves
6) Cluster & Eno : Anna Pavlova
7) Harold Budd & Brian Eno :  The pearl
8) I Dormienti
9) Bang on a can : 1-2
10) Stars
11) Under stars & Under stars II
12) Lyra
13) Dunwich beach, autumn,1960
14) Unfamiliar Wind (Leeks Hills)
15) Edward Hooper & Brian Eno : Lanzarote
16) Signals
17) The secret place
18) An ending ascent (Ethereal mix) 
19) An ending ascent orignal mix
20) Deep blue day

Brian Eno ambient tribute

As somebody who spends large chunks of the day searching for music, one of the amazing things about working on a project like Métron Musik is that new avenues present themselves with great regularity, and sometimes, the music seems to find its way to you. That was certainly the case with our latest contributors, SpatzHabibi. Having snuck up on me whilst using Soundcloud I soon checked what I was listening to and found a duo that were putting together extraordinary, eclectic sets with great regularity. Inevitably, I approached them about putting something together for this series and am delighted that they have curated a brilliant collection of tracks for us. 

The Anglo-German duo, comprising Sophie Funke and Pete Littlewood, met in Berlin back in 2006, working together at a bar in Neukölln they spent many hours spinning records at the venue. In this period they formed a musical partnership that is still bearing fruit today. The pair are known for their increasingly diverse and left-field collection of records and what impressed me most about their recorded sets was the innate feel for telling a coherent and compelling story with these selections. 

Their exotic sonic adventures have the power to take listeners out of their world and transport them to another realm, and that is exactly where I found myself upon listening to Métron Musik Mixtape 019. It’s an incredibly powerful skill to be able to use music to entice people away from the context of their everyday lives but one that SpatzHabibi seem to have mastered. As with many of their mixes, the organic sounds that pervade this new hour-long mix leave you wondering at times whether you are tuned in to the radio, or to nature itself. Bird song, exotic animal calls, the sound of wind amidst the trees and water running down stream give the sense that you’ve plugged your headphones into a rock in the middle of the desert, or a tree in the midst of a jungle, rather than a laptop or stereo. It’s a visceral experience, intense, beautiful and hypnotic. 

The duo started their own label back in 2014, the aptly named Polychrome Sounds. They’ve already put out a fair few records by producers from all over the world. Next in line is a new release by Irish producer Peter Power, who now lives in the Brazilian jungle. Be sure to check out the labels future endeavours and try to catch SpatzHabibi live this Summer.

Facebook: /spatzhabibi
Soundcloud: @spatzhabibi
polychromesounds.com
Artwork: Jack Hardwicke

You can see the tracklist for the mix, as well as an interview with SpatzHabibi by clicking the Métron button below the player.

Métron

Métron Mixtape - 019 - SpatzHabibi

Selections by Heavy Breathing: follow @paradiseisafrequency for more 🌀

"No beginning - no end, crystal lights, solid moments, subtly changing form."

*This mix can be used for meditation, massage and other activities for which a serene, fluid aural background is appropriate*

The Entrance To Creation:  Sacred Gems

The latest trip comes from Archive Digital, a human well versed in curating musical experiences that delve far beyond the the borders of the visceral... 

This time, taking cues from Guadeloupe, part of the Lesser Antilles in the Caribbean. The 'island state of mind' rubs you down with a litre of coconut oil and turns the party up to 50 degrees centigrade.

Affectionately known as "Gwadada" by the local population, its an exotic escape soaked in French and creole customs, a far cry from the concrete jungle of London where the 'Archive D...' archives his sounds.

@gurusound

MCT 017

MCT-17 - Archive Digital - Sun Fall in Guadeloupe

Kasheme Sundaze | SoulMate's Ambient Soundscape Journey

a musical therapy and a relaxed sundaze session
live recorded at Kasheme | 22.03.20
livestream video on: https://vimeo.com/399640904

www.kasheme.com
www.facebook.com/kashemezurich/
www.facebook.com/soulmateduyaka/

Kasheme Sundaze | SoulMate's Ambient Soundscape Journey

01. Sindhi Bhairavi - Ensemble De Kaboul (Afghanistan)0:17
02. Avâz-e Bayât-e Esfahân - Dariush Talâ'i (Iran)5:00
03. Song Of Complaint - Antranik Askarian & Khatchadour Khatchaturian (Armenia)8:22
04. Gongs In The Rain - Nesta Kerin Crain (Tibet/USA)11:31
05. Esashi Oiwake - Kohachiro Miyata (Japan) 13:43
06. Rāg Ahir Bhairav - Hariprasad Chaurasia & Zakir Hussain (India)16:19
07. Raga Rageshri Part 1 - Ravi Shankar (India)46:07

#43 Meditation

No.44 World Music

some people like to drink Coca Cola, I take Tropicola...

Tropicola

@jakam
@crosspoint-1

Artwork: Ventral Is Golden
https://www.instagram.com/ventralisgolden

The Secret Of Golden Flower Tale by - Damien Knightley and @ventralisgolden

Read more from Damien's project: ''Tales From The ID''

https://www.instagram.com/talesfromtheid
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“The object lets us see within, the word lets us see without. A picture is a sound.”

These words were etched into the lintel upon leaving the Temple. Dry leaves crackled like tiny fires beneath my feet, twigs snapped like answers to unasked questions. 
I was used to this by now. I walked towards the orb, it’s blueish glow cast shadows across the scorched earth in protracted shapes and contours of dehydrated wizards prostrated on the rocks. The sand whipped against my skin, barely covered by this thin shroud. The journey had felt long but all journeys were timeless in the end. 
The orb hovered a few feet above the ground. Within its orbit I could hear the tumbling voices of Holy men washing themselves in mad koan puddles, their voices chewing on space-time with alien eloquence. They tell me not to forget about that non-material engine, that rumbling in the essence of the myriad things residing within.

“If all is mind. Where is no-mind to go out of it?” One voice asked.
“Who has no mind to be asking the question?” Replied another.
“Namu Myōhō Renge Kyō. Namu Myōhō Renge Kyō.” The group mind chanted.

The sound of the Shōdai moved the orb at first like a pan of bubbling rice.

“Namu Myōhō Renge Kyō. Namu Myōhō Renge Kyō.”

The orb unfurled into spiralling strands that would have the holiest of Shinshoku’s in ecstasy whereas Lao Tzu would have said “what?”.

I am panting like a dog. Like a dog. Like a dog. Like a dog. Like a dog. Like a dog. Panting. Stepping over the dog who bares his teeth in search of the moon. 
“Chi, chi, chi!” Down boy. Follow the leader? No chance! I follow my breath instead, under this hot yolky sun mind that drips through the material fabric of my holy being-somewhere.

I take a moment to myself. Keep it cool, once there was nothing. I follow my breath towards the orb, now lilting with spore filled undulations and lotus petal sutras. 
I am not ready to leave. But I know the truth. I know that the trick is to keep the demon in the dark, don’t let him see the game. 

The old taxi driver, in his raspy voice of earthly measure, had taught me in the previous life that “If we conceive of the demon by the temple door, whose faculties are so sharpened that he can follow every molecule in its course, such a demon can invert the first law by extracting energy from the reservoir”.

The orb burst into a spiralling form that swarmed like kami, crystals in the fire enveloped me. The old dog's eyes widened with the moon. The glory of karmic death. 

“Feed the spirit foetus when the body fusion remains. But don’t flatter yourself o rigid disciple. Falter softly. Song smoothly through the measure of your straining soul”  

Finding immortality elsewhere, I turned attention to the fruit bowl. To the emptiness within the bowl. To the fruit it contained. To the seed that contained the tree. To the tree that contained the fruit bowl. In the garden is the mother. In the fibre. In my sock.

METAL WATER WOOD FIRE EARTH METAL WATER WOOD FIRE EARTH

I could stay here, but decide to take my leave and walk towards the orb that spiralled into flower. It won't wait around forever.

The reflective sun reminds me of a holy belly, as it swallows me, the sickly scent of burning honey.

All is light, then all is dark, then all is light again.

J.A.K.A.M. - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S SECRET OF THE GOLDEN FLOWER

Captain of None - Sophie Funke's solo output for her post Spatzhabibi days. Etheric and positive ambient, minimal grooves and soft melodies are expected....

Captain Of None [Malka Tuti Day]

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