Nothing Works

Idiotsyncrasy

Connecticut

SSWACS

Wrong Genre - Empty handed (demo version)

Still in progress, better than before tho...

Wrong Genre - Yellows

mini mal

wrong turn

mini mal - wrong turn

This is an overhaul of the original upload. The vision: three street musicians basking near the east side of the middle brigde of Balmora. A tall Argonian plays the bells. An Orsimer is working on a strange organ-type instrument that has to be pumped like a harmonium. Finally, a thin long haired Dunmer joines them with a stringed instrument that looks like a cross between a harp and a guitar.

Wrong Genre - Bells of Balmora

Confidence, weaved out of uncertainty.

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Nothing Works - Interlude

I have nothing to say
I have nothing to hide
I have nothing to fear
I have nothing to prove
I have nothing to gain
I have nothing to lose
So wrong
So bad
I have nothing to bring to the table
I have nothing to look forward to
I have nothing to ask for
I have nothing to worry about
I have nothing to give
I have nothing to realize
So wrong
So bad
I have nothing to add
I have nothing to take away

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Wrong Genre -  Empty-handed

Harmonically symmetrical but not in any usual way.

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Nothing Works - Odd symmetry

Our route bores deeper and deeper into the vertical, yellowish loess walls, the Szarvas-szurdik is one of the most spectacular examples of the deep roads typical of the Szekszárd hills. The loosened, sandy soil of the paths, which have been developed over the centuries and regularly used by horses and carriages, has been eroded by rainfall, causing them to become deeper and deeper, and to become veritable loess gullies as a result of increasing erosion. Locals call them "szurdik", and in recent times many of these deep roads have been concreted over, thus stopping the erosion, but fortunately the Szarvas szurdik have survived in their original form.

Nothing Works - Szurdik

The path that brought us here run out. We're off the track already. No reason to go back. No way to go further. Good. Somehow, it feels right. Impassable feels almost like home now.
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Nothing Works - Impassable

Music for birds.
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Nothing Works - For the birds

In memoriam Daniel C. Dennett (1942-2024)
"In Walt Disney's classic animated film Dumbo, about the little elephant who learns to spread his giant ears and fly, there is a pivotal scene in which a dubious—indeed terrified—Dumbo is being cajoled by his friends, the crows, to leap offa cliff into the air, proving to himself that he can fly. One of the crows has a bright idea. When Dumbo isn't looking he plucks a tail feather from one of his kind and then ceremonially hands it to Dumbo, announcing that it is a magic feather: So long as Dumbo clutches it in his trunk, he can fly! The scene is presented with masterful economy. No explanation is provided, since even small children get the point without being told: The feather isn't really magic; it's a prosthetic device, a belief-crutch of sorts that will get Dumbo off the ground by the power of positive thinking. Now imagine a variation on that scene. Imagine that one of the other crows, a 
village skeptic who is smart enough to see what trick is being played but not smart enough to see its virtue, starts trying to inform Dumbo of the truth as he perches on the cliff edge, feather held tightly. "Stop that crow!" the children would shriek. Stifle that smarty-pants, quick, before he ruins it for Dumbo!
 
In the eyes of some, I am that crow."
(Daniel C. Dennett, Freedom Evolves, 2003)

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Connecticut - I am that crow

This idiom most likely developed from the practice of climbing trees, in which the farther away from the trunk (or, in other words, the further out on the limb) that a person went, the more dangerous it was. This explains why this idiom is associated with various types of risk taking, including risk by assuming something without all the facts or by...

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Nothing Works - Out on a limb

Enceladus is the sixth-largest moon of Saturn and the 19th-largest in the Solar System. It is about 500 kilometers (310 miles) in diameter,about a tenth of that of Saturn's largest moon, Titan. It is mostly covered by fresh, clean ice, making it one of the most reflective bodies of the Solar System. Consequently, its surface temperature at noon reaches only −198 °C (75.1 K; −324.4 °F), far colder than a light-absorbing body would be. Despite its small size, Enceladus has a wide variety of surface features, ranging from old, heavily cratered regions to young, tectonically deformed terrain.

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Nothing Works - Enceladus

At home in being lost is a track that came to be by me hitting the strings on my guitar with a thick reusable latex straw I borrowed from my daughter. The rest fell into place magically, just like when you get lost in a dense forest of everything that ever was.
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Nothing Works - At home in being lost

The title idea came from my 11 years old son. After roughy carving out the progression I recorded this first version of the track in one sitting. I'd say in two hours, including mixing and graphics. That's the kind of time I have these days. Nothing works :)
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Nothing Works - Monotone cocktail

Step by step, brick by brick we're gonna take it back!

Nothing works - Step by step

Idiotsyncrasy is trying everything to escape from my typical moves (phrases, harmony, structure) and still failing miserably. According to Einstein, insanity Is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. While I can certainly co-miserate with Albert's claim, I think creative idiocy is franctically trying to do something else all the time and ending up with the same result. There, I said it :)

Idiotsyncrasy - part one

Idiotsyncrasy - part two

Idiotsyncrasy - part three

Idiotsyncrasy - part four

Idiotsyncrasy - part five

Idiotsyncrasy - part six

Idiotsyncrasy - part seven

Idiotsyncrasy - part eight

Connecticut - Sixteen

I arrived in the evening hours after a long journey. Slept in Guilford hall in a single bed room that would be my accommodation for the next six months. During the night the campus got snowed in. In the morning I started to walk on Hillside road towards the southern edge. Hillside circle is a residential area that gave my first encounter with that New England style fairytale kind of homes in the woods. Later we got a chance to live in one like that for a couple of years. But that's another tune.

Connecticut - Hillside circle

Solitary seascape WITH abandoned concrete structure.

with

This is the first track of an upcoming volume "Solitary seascape with abandoned concrete structure". The track cover images were AI generated using the title as prompt. As it happens, SoundCloud will not recommend pieces longer than 10 minutes to audiences, so if you find these longer tracks to your liking, please repost them as you see fit. Thank you very much.

solitary

In September 1890, Susan and John Dunham of Tolland sold “a piece of land on the north side of the highway known as Dog Lane” to the fourth district for a schoolhouse.  They were paid $50 for it. The Dog Lane School served the Storrs community until 1930 when the new Storrs Grammar School opened (now the Audrey Beck Municipal Center in Storrs, CT).

Connecticut - Dog lane

I have no idea what happened here. I knew exactly what kind of track I wanted to make. This is nothing like that. Nothing seems to work again! :)

seascape

"There is in certain living souls a quality of loneliness unspeakable, so great it must be shared as company is shared by lesser beings. Such a loneliness is mine; so know by this that in immensity there is one lonelier than you." Theodore Sturgeon (1918-1985)

Palatinus

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