Jukebox Losers, Vol. 1

Constellation Coast [Fijnal Zone]

Constellation Coast [Final Zone]

In World War One battlefields were hell on earth. It was a war fought in trenches. Wet, cold trenches full of mud, excrements and corpses. And it was not always fought by trained military soldiers either. Most of the time it was fought by normal civilians. City people, farmers, teachers and students, mechanics, jazz players and store workers. Middle aged and teens side by side. Some were volunteers, others were not. But no one wanted to be there. Most of them died in the trenches screaming and stinking of fear. The ones who survived turned to psychic wrecks. The famous battle of Verdun was the longest battle of WW1 wich also made it the longest battle in war history. This made it particularly filthy. It took place on the hills north of Verdun-sur-Meuse in northern France from 21 February 1916 and did not end until 18 December the same year. The length of the battle was 9 months, 3 weeks and 6 days and resulted in French victory although no terrain was won. But no terrain was lost either. It was a battle of diseases and madness, of amputations and slobby surgery on the go on poor equipped men with no supplies and with no other future than a painful anonymous death in a stinking trench. Apart from heavy artillery the Germans also had twenty-six super-heavy long-range guns up to 420 mm (16,5 inches) making a rumble that could be heard 160 kilometers away (99 miles). Apart from the constant bombardment the Germans also used flamethrowers and Mustard gas and both sides used bajonettes and handgranades in close man-to-man fighting. Rain and the constant bombardments turned the clayey soil to a wasteland of mud full of rotten and stinking human remains. The casualties on both sides after the battle is varying depending on sources. But it has been estimated that somewhere between 700.000 and 1.000.000 men were killed or wounded.
When I read the story of the battle of Verdun (it is well documented and with pictures) in autumn 2019 I immediately felt this should be my next GarageBand project. And so, only five years later, here it is. Today the ground and landscape of Verdun still mourns what took place more than hundred years ago. This composition is a humble attempt to give a voice to the ground of the battlefield. This is a mourning landscape. The green rolling hills and vast fields of today were once a tortured, raped landscape. And it remembers.
There is no hate or aggression here, just faith in the destiny as you sink deeper in the red clay. And contempt and hate for the generals, dictators and presidents who declares wars but never fight them themselves. That was centuries ago. They are to smart for that nowadays. Well, you could get hurt, couldn’t you? And being hurt - or worse - is a privilege they leave to normal people. I dedicate this track to all normal people who is sent to unknown places to kill other normal people.

Verdun - The Red Clay

Lutto nel mondo della nostra realtà comunitaria. All'eta' di 85 di anni si è spento il dott. Francesco Gruber, dermatologo di fama internazionale e figura di spicco dell'intellighenzia fiumana del dopoguerra. 

Di origini austriache, orgoglioso membro della comunità italiana, Gruber è stato un esempio di integrazione e di impegno per la salvaguardia della lingua e cultura italiana a Fiume. all'odierno GR sentiremo un breve estratto dall'intervista realizzata per l'Archivio della Memoria della Comunità degli Italiani di Fiume.

GR del 12/12/2024

Into The Light

"Long ago, two races ruled over Earth: HUMANS and MONSTERS."
"On a dark and stormy night, their worlds collided in a great and terrible war, and the monsters were forced to retreat underground."
"The humans, believing themselves victorious, sealed the monsters beneath the surface with a magic spell."
"Years passed, and the legends of this conflict soon faded into obscurity."

"Life..."
"Does it beget life?"
"...Sometimes, I find myself unsure."
"The only thing life can guarantee a person is its antithesis."
"Death."

"...The only constant in life is a return to nothingness."
"Does it matter?"
"If all of us, too, fade into obscurity?"

"...Will we be remembered?"
"Does it even matter if we are, if the ones who remember us are also destined to fade away?"
"In order to truly be remembered, you have to leave something behind."
"You have to leave a legacy."

"You have to leave a story worth telling."

"...What legacy will you leave behind? Will it be a tale of good versus evil?"
"Or a tragedy?"

"If all fades, what of choice? Does choice matter?"
"Do we truly have choices, or are we all just players in a story already written for us?"
"Sometimes I wonder if there is any meaning to this cycle of hope and despair."
"Will we ever break free, or are we perpetuating it by trying?"

"What do you two think?"

001 - A Dark and Stormy Night

Another week of existence is always a good thing. This week we've got the start of Mardi Gras as we start the recording on an Ash Wednesday. Which takes us down the odd rabbit hole of largest celebrations in the world for the week. There's a bit of a shocker that falls into that one.  We take a moment to remember Gene Hackman and Michelle Trachtenberg. Which will take us into a long rabbit hole of the Oscars. We look at the hosting some of the speeches as well as a few other odd subjects. There is a bit of a focus to the in memoriam as well as the snubs from the list. We do a debate on what makes someone worthy of those honors. Hopefully everyone is safe and we're keeping you distracted. 

Episode 317: And the Winner is?

2 Track EP in memoriam of my friend Mateus. Just a constant reminder that he will always be with us…

Lost But Not Forgotten - Sped Up

"El Dr." es un tema que forma parte del disco "Mile Universe"

El Dr.

Some words for our darling boy who has now departed us.

The tiny patter of four furred feet.
The one among your litter, we were blessed to meet.
With a whimper, with a yelp,
in 'dog' you said, 'I'll help ...
to make you love, to make you laugh
and cry.'

As a pup, you chased the deer away,
were even lost for one whole day!
But praise be to DOG, you came back.
To us,
your pack.

No Einstein, this is true.
But in treats, one was surely one less than two.
Socks meant walks
and we loved you.
This, you knew.

In your cosy bed,
sleeping days away.
With every year, a thicker coat of grey.
But your hazel eyes seemed to defy all time.

And now.
No tiny patter, whimper, yelp.
Who will we turn to now for help?
To love. To laugh. We cry.
Stan, you brought us endless joy.
Rest in peace. 
We love you.
There's a good boy.

Dear Stan

HEIWA TO MEIYO for harpsichord: in memoriam Toru Katayama (1927-2025)

HEIWA TO MEIYO for harpsichord—in memoriam Toru Katayama (1927-2025)

30 years ago, an attrocity was committed - genocide happened in Srebrenica. Why memory still matters. Picture https://flic.kr/p/a5yoxg 
Roͬͬ͠͠͡͠͠͠͠͠͠͠͠sͬͬ͠͠͠͠͠͠͠͠͠aͬͬ͠͠͠͠͠͠͠ Menkman Srebrenica CC BY 2011

Srebrenica

THRENODY FOR THE DISAPPEARED: in memoriam Isidro Pérez (1950-2025) composed by Gary Lloyd Noland. For more information on the composer, please visit his website at: garynolandcomposer.com

THRENODY FOR THE DISAPPEARED: in memoriam Isidro Pérez (1950-2025)

Comments & ideas for collaborations appreciated. 
Instruments: violin, mandoline, acoustic, bass and electric guitars, harmonica, tin whistle, darbuka, sansula, roland synthesizers. 
Recording with Cubase Elements 11 

Recommending these inspiring musicians: 

https://soundcloud.com/the-plugs ;  https://soundcloud.com/pleudoniem ;  https://soundcloud.com/markjbennett ; 
https://soundcloud.com/dan-lockhart ; 
https://soundcloud.com/julsy ; 
https://soundcloud.com/houckjt ; 
https://soundcloud.com/tante-meli .

Questo canale riunisce il programma informativo in lingua italiana - Giornale Radio - dell'emittente Radio Fiume/Rijeka che è di interesse per la Comunità Nazionale Italiana di Croazia e Slovenia. Le trasmissioni sono prese direttamente dal sito di Radio Fiume/Rijeka e qui archiviate per essere utilizzate come diario delle realtà comunitaria italiana. Buon ascolto.

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"Wake up, dear Dove."
"There are people that need you."
"Rise, and let your COURAGE become the beacon that pierces the darkness."
"Let it fight for those who cannot."

"Good luck, dear Dove."
"I love you."

Producer | Self-Released | Email: GyroOfficial23@gmail.com

Resides in Portland, Oregon. Grew up in Berkeley, CA. Born in Seattle.  PhD, Harvard. “Gary Noland is one of the great composers of the 21st century.”—JACK RUMMEL, KGNU 88.5 FM, Boulder CO, “...iconoclastic, stylistic potpourri standards of giddy humor, no holds barred soup to nuts and high spirits.”—ROBERT LEVIN, pianist, musicologist, composer, "...a fleet-fingered, ebullient performer ... bright, witty and engaging.”—CHRISTIAN CAREY, SPLENDID MAGAZINE, “...distinctive, inventive ... subversive ... You can hardly be indifferent to Noland’s music and so I would urge you to try it.” —ROGER BLACKBURN, MUSICWEB INTERNATIONAL, “...set in a dizzying harmonic language that loops uncontrollably through a wide-ranging gamut of possible and impossible tonalities ... The general effect is like watching wet paintings of 19th Century musical memorabilia drip into frazzled 21st Century oblivion...” —ALLEN GIMBEL, AMERICAN RECORD GUIDE, “Mr. Noland writes as a ‘time traveler’ in styles long abandoned by most composers as well as styles so new as to not have been imagined but by him. This he accomplishes naturally, convincingly, with originality and true passion. His command of all musical languages and his ability to traverse musical time is nothing less than remarkable. Listen!”—DONALD MARTINO, Pulitzer Prize winning composer, “...mind-bending spiraling of focus which is truly breathtaking ... spectacular...”—CHARLES AMIRKHANIAN, composer, sound poet & radio producer, “I'm amazed at your harmonic skill. Haven't seen or heard anything like it from any one else—except yours truly—certainly not from your generation. It falls somewhere between Strauss and Mahler. Especially like how you are able to slip in and out from the tonal to the atonal—or near atonal...”—GEORGE ROCHBERG, American composer, Pulitzer Prize finalist, “...court jester to the classical establishment...”—PAYTON MACDONALD, AMERICAN RECORD GUIDE, “...florid and juicy...” —RICHARD BUELL, THE BOSTON GLOBE, “...an incredible aural web ... a great ostinato of American kitsch. Sul pont never sounded so good.”—RUSSELL STEINBERG, composer, conductor of the LOS ANGELES YOUTH ORCHESTRA, “...I am bowled over by the expertise of your music: you use certain elements from the 19th century and from jazz, etc., and just at the moment when I am about to say, OK, what else is new?, you do a number of things, such as speeding up, becoming wildly dissonant, modulating to a distant continent, stopping completely and throwing some kind of total surprise ... you seem to know exactly when to do what and how much. I don’t know anybody else who can do it!” —ANDREW IMBRIE, American composer, Pulitzer Prize finalist, “... remarkable stuff...”
—MAX MORATH, American ragtime pianist, composer, actor & author, “...a loony composer from Oregon...” —MAX SHEA, WMUA 91.1FM, Amherst, MA, “Gary Noland is one of those 21st Century composers seeking to forge a new aesthetic based on older models that do not traffic in serialism or minimalism ... Zany waltzes, ragtime riffs, chorales, toccatas, and much else romp and tear through these depictions of superheroes and villains from his ‘chamber novels’; other pieces spoof serial music ... to grand operas ... and Jewish guilt.” —JACK SULLIVAN, AMERICAN RECORD GUIDE, “...Paranoid Ravel...”—ALEX DUNN, KZSU FM90.3, Stanford, CA, “...It’s a romantic romp, rhythmically robust yet melodically flirting with the nostalgia of cabaret, minus the sleazy diminution of spilled drinks and smelly ashtrays. Its elegance recalls Elgar, and the serious sides, a synthesis of those strange bedfellows Schubert and Ives. Composers hate it when their music reminds you of someone else’s, but writing within a tradition, Noland has incorporated divergent styles that, woven together, work. Cosmopolitan without snobbery, it’s intelligent, pleasurable and convincing.” —ROCKY LEPLIN, THE BERKELEY VOICE

Welcome to a swedish senior citizen. Old but not cold. Rune Ahlström barada nikto.

I can't sing. I can't play any instrument. I dance like Lurch, the butler in The Addams Family. With those shortcomings and armed with a Mac, a dashboard, a mouse and a visionary mind I jumped into musicmaking. Well, sort of musicmaking. For me it's more like soundbathing. Makes dirt go away too. Mental dirt.
No professional tools are used. Just an old version of GarageBand and some other simple Mac software such as Audacity. And Terminal when I want to create speech synthesis from written text. From a technical point this is crappy. But if you are determined enough and have a frontal lobe that is odd and irregular small miracles can occur. Besides, music happens in your brain, not in your ears. Embrace it and you will be richly rewarded, financially or just mentally. I don't know how but you will.

This is a show about everything and nothing at all. We'll try to take you on a journey that shows you that your life is better than ours. Hopefully in the process make you laugh at some odd conversations.

If you like what you hear, please also listen via my Spotify page. Always grateful for the support. Thank you.
https://open.spotify.com/artist/0dMBWuIwRXXEduU7VwJunr

I love the sounds of the 60s and 70s especially. I try to write songs that I would enjoy listening to myself. It’s the only gauge I have. My songs are just the sum total of all my positive listening experiences. I'll let you try to guess who they are!

New tracks tagged #IN MEMORIAM