This album is about the difficulties of maintaining a creative and productive life in this modern world.

Nothing Works

Connecticut

"Solitary seascape with abandoned concrete structure" is my new
instrumental concept album. Please close your eyes and listen carefully.  
Pre-released here and on Bandcamp on 02.02.2025.

SSWACS

The Man With the Blue Guitar is a poem published in 1937 by Wallace Stevens. It is divided into thirty-three brief sections, or cantos. In the poem, an unnamed "they" says, of the titular man, "you do not play things as they are", sparking a prolonged meditation on the nature of art, performance, and imagination.

The Man With the Blue Guitar

Wrong Genre - Empty handed (demo version)

Harmonically symmetrical but not in any usual way.

Artwork by Bea https://www.beapalatinus.com/

Nothing Works - Odd symmetry

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.
Artwork by Bea www.beapalatinus.com/

Nothing Works - Impassable

Music for birds.
Artwork by Bea www.beapalatinus.com/

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)

Artwork by Bea www.beapalatinus.com/

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.

Artwork by Bea www.beapalatinus.com/

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.
Artwork by Bea www.beapalatinus.com/

Nothing Works - At home in being lost

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 three

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

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.
(Emily Dickinson)

with

You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet. (Franz Kafka)

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

The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever. (Jacques Yves Cousteau)

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)

abandoned

Music has to do with sounds, so we need to find them somewhere and it is preferred to find musical ones. You have two sources for sounds: noises, which always tell you something — a door cracking, a dog barking, the thunder, the storm; and then you have instruments. An instrument tells you, 'la-la-la-la.' Music has to find a passage between noises and instruments. It has to escape. It has to find a compromise and an evasion at the same time; something that would not be dramatic because that has no interest to us, but something that would be more interesting than sounds like Do-Re-Mi-Fa...  (Pierre Schaeffer)

concrete

At the original settlement of Hither Place (by 1833 called simply Windham, Windham Village, or sometimes Windham Green) two major turnpikes intersected, the east-west Windham Turnpike and the north-south Windham and Mansfield Turnpike. Scotland was still part of Windham, a rural neighborhood with a small village to the east, in the hills surrounding the Little River. The newly created borough of Willimantic lay in the west, in the Willmantic River Gorge. The secondary roads were narrow, winding, stony, and muddy, but the turnpikes  were straighter, wider, and more level. They were elevated in the miry places and chiseled into the hills in the elevated areas. It was to promote trade and commerce that, in the years following the Revolutionary War, the new State of Connecticut had granted certain private businesses the right to construct turnpikes and charge tolls.

Connecticut - Windham Tpke

Connecticut - Sumpin sumpin

Connecticut - Hartford rain

Connecticut - Bank Street Arrest

Connecticut - Beech Mountain Road

"And they said then, 'But play, you must,
A tune beyond us, yet ourselves,..."

The Man With the Blue Guitar is a poem published in 1937 by Wallace Stevens. It is divided into thirty-three brief sections, or cantos. In the poem, an unnamed "they" says, of the titular man, "you do not play things as they are", sparking a prolonged meditation on the nature of art, performance, and imagination.

Release date:
27 March 2025

The Man With the Blue Guitar - a tune beyond

"Of the structure of vaults upon a point of light.
There are no shadows in our sun,..."

The Man With the Blue Guitar is a poem published in 1937 by Wallace Stevens. It is divided into thirty-three brief sections, or cantos. In the poem, an unnamed "they" says, of the titular man, "you do not play things as they are", sparking a prolonged meditation on the nature of art, performance, and imagination.

The Man With the Blue Guitar - point of light

"It is the sun that shares our works.
The moon shares nothing. It is a sea."

The Man With the Blue Guitar is a poem published in 1937 by Wallace Stevens. It is divided into thirty-three brief sections, or cantos. In the poem, an unnamed "they" says, of the titular man, "you do not play things as they are", sparking a prolonged meditation on the nature of art, performance, and imagination.

The Man With the Blue Guitar - the moon shares nothing

They said, 'You have a blue guitar,
You do not play things as they are.'

The man replied, 'Things as they are
Are changed upon the blue guitar.'

The Man With the Blue Guitar is a poem published in 1937 by Wallace Stevens. It is divided into thirty-three brief sections, or cantos. In the poem, an unnamed "they" says, of the titular man, "you do not play things as they are", sparking a prolonged meditation on the nature of art, performance, and imagination.

The Man With the Blue Guitar - things as they are

The color like a thought that grows
Out of a mood, the tragic robe...

The Man With the Blue Guitar is a poem published in 1937 by Wallace Stevens. It is divided into thirty-three brief sections, or cantos. In the poem, an unnamed "they" says, of the titular man, "you do not play things as they are", sparking a prolonged meditation on the nature of art, performance, and imagination.

The Man With the Blue Guitar - a thought that grows

"To strike his living hi and ho,
To tick it, tock it, turn it true,

To bang from it a savage blue,
Jangling the metal of the strings"

The Man With the Blue Guitar is a poem published in 1937 by Wallace Stevens. It is divided into thirty-three brief sections, or cantos. In the poem, an unnamed "they" says, of the titular man, "you do not play things as they are", sparking a prolonged meditation on the nature of art, performance, and imagination.

The Man With the Blue Guitar - savage blue

"To come, a wrangling of two dreams.
Here is the bread of time to come,

Here is its actual stone."

The Man With the Blue Guitar is a poem published in 1937 by Wallace Stevens. It is divided into thirty-three brief sections, or cantos. In the poem, an unnamed "they" says, of the titular man, "you do not play things as they are", sparking a prolonged meditation on the nature of art, performance, and imagination.

BG actual stone - demo

"Raise reddest columns. Toll a bell
And clap the hollows full of tin.

Throw papers in the streets, the wills
Of the dead, majestic in their seals."

The Man With the Blue Guitar is a poem published in 1937 by Wallace Stevens. It is divided into thirty-three brief sections, or cantos. In the poem, an unnamed "they" says, of the titular man, "you do not play things as they are", sparking a prolonged meditation on the nature of art, performance, and imagination.

The Man With The Blue Guitar - full of tin

"And the truth, Dichtung und Wahrheit, all
Confusion solved, as in a refrain

One keeps on playing year by year,
Concerning the nature of things as they are."

The Man With the Blue Guitar is a poem published in 1937 by Wallace Stevens. It is divided into thirty-three brief sections, or cantos. In the poem, an unnamed "they" says, of the titular man, "you do not play things as they are", sparking a prolonged meditation on the nature of art, performance, and imagination.

The Man With The Blue Guitar - dichtung und wahrheit

"I know my lazy, leaden twang
Is like the reason in a storm;

And yet it brings the storm to bear.
I twang it out and leave it there."

The Man With the Blue Guitar is a poem published in 1937 by Wallace Stevens. It is divided into thirty-three brief sections, or cantos. In the poem, an unnamed "they" says, of the titular man, "you do not play things as they are", sparking a prolonged meditation on the nature of art, performance, and imagination.

The Man With The Blue Guitar - twang it out

The Man With The Blue Guitar - actual stone

"How should you walk in that space and know
Nothing of the madness of space,

Nothing of its jocular procreations?"

The Man With the Blue Guitar is a poem published in 1937 by Wallace Stevens. It is divided into thirty-three brief sections, or cantos. In the poem, an unnamed "they" says, of the titular man, "you do not play things as they are", sparking a prolonged meditation on the nature of art, performance, and imagination.

The Man With The Blue Guitar - madness of space

"We shall forget by day, except

The moments when we choose to play
The imagined pine, the imagined jay."

The Man with the Blue Guitar is a poem published in 1937 by Wallace Stevens. It is divided into thirty-three brief sections, or cantos. In the poem, an unnamed "they" says, of the titular man, "you do not play things as they are", sparking a prolonged meditation on the nature of art, performance, and imagination.

The Man with the Blue Guitar - imagined pine

First track of a mysterious new collection. Another album? Could be. (to myself: why do I bother making albums?)

Music for bananas - Monday soaring

Music for bananas - I do not wait for anyone

Music for bananas - Pure hearted woman

"Saturn in rags" is the fourth track on my album "Music for bananas". At this point this whole project is rather mysterious - even for me.

Music for bananas - Saturn in rags

The dilemma lies in this: if sustainable modes of thinking and living can ultimately be overrun by destructive ones, can they truly be called sustainable? Perhaps they were merely appealing notions—unrealized promises, fragile dreams, and hopeful ideals—that endured only until the everloving fuck of greed and the thirst for power turned their gaze upon them. (This is not a quote, I just wrote this to be the description of this track.)

Music for bananas - Overrun

Marrowroot pastilles have a very strong taste that is often tamed by adding pulped ashwagandha to the thick liquid that is being poured into the mold of the pastilles. The resulting flavor is still rather stingy and sharp but the pastilles are said to help music appreciation in young bananas.

Music for bananas - Marrowroot pastilles

I make noise. No matter what.
Nevertheless, I think this video is rather interesting: https://youtu.be/plleJ0Zv0Ww?si=dQe1vOJWhRxnr128

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