local mycelium x Mycophone jam after 48h in Forrest Garden of kongress center of Davos

MycoPhone Audio WCF2024 - 07 - 21 12 - 22 - 02

More on the 669th weekly Disquiet Junto project, Phonosynthesis — The Assignment: Make music to help a forest regenerate — at https://disquiet.com/0669/

runnels and oomycetes - disquiet0669

Cosmic cavern techno, feel the neural drop as spores pulse to psy-tech beats!
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Mycelial Starforge
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The twin moons of Carthis hung in perfect opposition, two unknowable eyes etched against a sand-black sky. Every night they traded hues—one amber, one jade—yet never once did they blink. Scholars called the phenomenon an orbital illusion; pilgrims whispered it was the planet watching itself dream.

Kalei Adrastos preferred the second explanation. To believe the land was alive meant she was never alone out here, charting dune after dune for anomalies no sane cartographer would log. Still, isolation had its perks. A few weeks prior, her seismograph recorded a pulse—just a heartbeat, then silence. Its tremor was too symmetrical to be tectonic and too slow to be artificial. It felt deliberate, almost polite, as though the planet had knocked on its own door.

She followed the resonance to a valley walled by dunes so steep they caught stray starlight like amphitheater seats. Below, the sand glimmered with silvery motes—star-dust, locals called it, though she recognized spore-sheen when she saw it. The desert wasn’t simply exhaling minerals; it was exhaling life.

1 · A Murmur in the Dust
Kalei knelt, brushing the surface. The granules rolled away, revealing an obsidian plate as smooth as liquid onyx. Beneath it, a faint hum thrummed against her palm—E-minor, her mind noted involuntarily, though she scolded herself for thinking in tonalities again. This expedition was not about sonic cartography.

She unholstered a micro-burrower. The drill bit touched the plate—

—and the ground liquefied into mirrored glass.

Gravity tilted. Sand spiraled upward in slow arcs, leaving her weightless. Suspended sediments caught moonlight, refracting it into prismatic ribbons. Through those ribbons she glimpsed something impossible: colossal mushrooms, their stalks thicker than skyscrapers, rising beneath the desert floor as if the planet itself wore a fungal crown.

Spore-dust coalesced into spheres around her head, whispering in a dialect neither linguistic nor telepathic yet instantly understood. Coordinates. Invitation. Forge. Three concepts nested inside one another like Russian dolls.

Then, as gently as it began, gravity returned. The sand settled, though it now felt warm—alive, even. The obsidian plate had vanished, replaced by a narrow fissure glowing violet. Without ceremony, the chasm opened enough to swallow her whole.

Continues on the website.

Mycelial Starforge

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Need change - going into the depths.

Techno, Trance, Psytech, Psytrance, and other liquid psychedelic music is where I'm the happiest but I do love a lot of Latin, Tribal, Trip Hop, Lofi, Chillhop so occasionally I'll release something off-beat.

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Born in the dust-filled vibes of a ‘90s apartment, Grass Patch Bum started spinning records back when vinyl was king and internet cafes were revolutionary. Armed with a crate of vinyl, Grass Patch Bum dived headfirst into underground raves and sweaty house parties, learning the art of blending beats on turntables and (eventually) the "futuristic" CDJs. But the journey didn't stop there.

After taking a hiatus to dive into the world of FL Studio and dissect the mechanics of production, Grass Patch Bum came back stronger, with a repertoire of original sounds and the technical chops to match. Fast forward, and they've turned dancefloors upside down from Thailand to Vietnam, Bali to the heart of Europe. Now, powered by Ableton Live and a creative arsenal that refuses to stay in one genre, Grass Patch Bum weaves sonic journeys that blend groove, grit, and just a sprinkle of nostalgia for the good ol' days.

Catch him live for a taste of nostalgia, modern beats, Latin grooves, electronic melodies, and a wide range of liquid sounds. Whether it's a tropical beach in Thailand or an underground club in Berlin, Grass Patch Bum brings thems booty movements like no other.

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