Commotion Sickness

Make Me Understand

Living Right Now

Monday Morning

Never Again

Go to Hell

Lost Love

The Weather

This is a version of the song with the added benefit of Stonerjazz' guitar, drums and bass - and what a contribution that is ! -  although you might want to hold me responsible for mixing and production. Thank you, Jeff!
To hear more, please visit: https://soundcloud.com/user-911083679


HEADPHONES OR GOOD SPEAKERS ARE RECOMMENDED, as usual

The original version can be found here: https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/zeppelin-flyby-parts-i-iii

Original liner notes:
method: synth sounds, pedals of course, voice, post prod in Samplitude
narration: "On approaching the other it has lost its own self, since it finds itself as another being; secondly, it has thereby sublated that other, for this primitive consciousness does not regard the other as essentially real but sees its own self in the other" (G.W.F. Hegel) (for a brief overview see here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord%E2%80%…ndsman_dialectic, for a close encounter see here: archive.org/stream/phenomenolog…0F%20Hegel_djvu.txt )
image: a Zeppelin NT in full flight, high above Lake Constance, copyright jo richter

poem (copyright jo richter):

the rulers lived above our heads
masters thrived and servants bled
bombs keep dropping on the dead
hegel's words remain unread
to hail a leader is to be misled
the earth accepts the chains you shed

zeppelin flyby - with guitar

Zeppelin Flyby - with guitar

Lego Commotion

Lion

"Infinite Scenarios"

Jeff "StonerJazz" Gardiner @user-911083679 : lyrics & vocals
Mahan Mahan : instrumental track

Arranged, mixed, recorded and mastered @ Pahlavi Sound Studios using DOLBY Labs Surround & Noise Reduction Technology, Los Angeles, California, USA 01/06/2025

I forgpt to not think about anything at all
i really dropped the ball
never gonna make it fo the hall a fame
that's a shame-
everybody ought to have a shot to show the people what you got

it doesnt matter now cause i'm old
or so i'm told
but what the hell does anybody know anyway
this is only one of infinite scenarios
everybody ought to turn the volume up
on their Stereos, everybody ought to turn the volume up on their Stereos

Infinite Scenarios ~ STONERJAZZ | Mahan💀Mahan

This is a remix of STONERJAZZ's (@user-911083679) open collaboration, A Strong Cupa Joe. The original song is no longer available on his SoundCloud page, but you can give it a listen on his BandCamp where it is featured on the album 'Half-Life'. 

Jeff had already included that trippy repeating synthy thing going on throughout the background. I added the melodic thread that evolves throughout, the chords that chime in here and there, and the experimental sound collage at the end. I've had this one ready to go for a bit, and figured it would be fun to release this week, along with our new Smoking Trout song, Assimilation, as kind of like a fun little B-side to that track. Thanks for listening friends!

 	
A STRONG CUPPA JOE
Theres a funny looking little spot on the early morning floor
it wasn't there yesterday or the day before
contemplated quietly with a coffee
it's a door made of mist
it's the middle of a kiss
it's a line in a poem
A bone and a stone and a Belt
The abyss on tthe edge
With Steps to the Sun
while dreams still fresh dance just out of reach
Fresh from the bed, angry and Red
it's a welt and a strong cuppa joe
that sits on the table
while the cat and the kitten hiss and cavort
as the darkness expires, while the coals from those fires still glow

Strong Cupa Joe (The Cupa Tea Mix)

"Captain & His Crew"

STONERJAZZ (Jeff Gardiner) @user-911083679 : lyrics & vocals
Mahan Mahan : instrumental track

The captain and his crew
were weeping as they knelt
upon the steps., outside the palace foyer
Righteous warriors every single one

Reflections of the sun
children of the other
the protectors of the mother
humble in their confidence of failure
unaffected by the outcome
broken hearted with the truth
grieving for their youth

And yet their heads held high
fighting tiny battles
in anticipation of something Better

its the inner not the outer
its the quiet not the shouter
its the powder not the pistol
its the battle not the score
its the boatman on the water
and the sparkle on the river
and the distant glimmer from the shore...

Captain & His Crew ~ STONERJAZZ | Mahan💀Mahan (extended version)

liner notes part 1: 
Well laid down an enthralling, fast-paced, sweaty-eyed dancefloor track, calling it an open collab. 
Stonerjazz picked it up, marrying it to his expressive voice and instruments. As the ancient art of 
maieutic (look it up) serendipity (look this one up as well) would have it, Jeff and I had just finished 
an amazing poem which finely expressed what he heard in Well's sound. I can only guess how many 
hours he spent adding this, fine-tuning that, getting the balance right. In the end it sat there, all 
groomed in its weekday suit and asked to go out and play. Yeah, why don't you do that? (That's how 
jo tells the story at least).

 liner notes part 2: 
My good and dear friend Jo Richter and I have been practicing a form of commando Free 
association poetry for a little bit now, Firing multiple replies to each others words across the void, 
rapidly --This Poem is one such project-- Initially done lightning Fast and then refined and modified 
for lyrical Flow and meaning-- To further complicate the process, i with Jo's encouragement used 
these word and some Sounds from my deepmind 6 to answer an open collaboration with music by 
our friend Well aka Hakan Skeneby - (That's what Jeff says).
 
Poem / copyright Jeff Gardiner and jo richter:
 Original tile: Kung Tze in the Subway Car
Oil painting Uno Vallman 1964
 
 in the nick of time
 he gave in to dissent
 for the mute perceptive mime
 manically made him raise his head and unmaimed hand in mine
 praise the unerring rebellion
 in subconsentious unison 
the empty shells of every single silly little thing
 ahh, the knell, the bells, fashioned from our fathers’ coral vaults 
selling out, shelling round, all around in disarray 
vainly making everybody wane and wade into the fray
 with withered, bamboo-watered canes - - - fracking shist
 where our homes are still purported to exist
 while scattered scraps of all things past, scantily, scantily clad, 
protrude and flutter in the wind, strained and restrained by the net 
of pleasant pleas -  and subltleties are colors bright and crude - 
watch the Mad Hatter's stint unwind in minor keys - 
i thought that that  - that hat that sat so squat- was you
 at the academy of sovereignty
 where massive piles of bones and crows
 dominate the dark demeanor of the distant 
tears of laughter, tears of loudly lovin’ laughter, that's exactly what we're after
 + + + 
in the purple land of diffidence
 buying purple brands of pale deliverance 
in the hidden forgotten region, religion
 where forgetting – like neglecting - is an optional behavior
 and of course, everybody's carcass, corpse keeps looking for a savior
 down by the trodden, the unsavoury sovereign shouted 
raw with the rotten game of galactic gallows and thrones 
ah the one and only poet of starvation
 standing in the market of used emotion
 endless isles, end base piles of sadness
 masters mean and dirty and their slaves
 bargain bins of binary longing, belonging, unrequited love
 there’s a sale on betrayal - two for a dollar and three for none
 thought i saw a broken bit of joy that once belonged to me 
Though when i had it, it was absolutely free
 Now they're askin’ fifty, literally  frivolous dollars-
+ + + 
mother of deception of the self
 see me on my knees, subordinate 
to her immaculate calamity
 that has transactional realities cooperate
 under towers dark with blinded blinds 
of my infantile infinity-
i asked my shadow: would she follow me 
like a puppy with a crush, herself a pet invertebrate,
 to inclinations more persian, more parisian than her will or mine 
where i might find a package deal on Love 
on the moon, it read in slowly moving neon letters - 
shadows neither show nor speak concerning prinal matters!
 no, said I, shadows squall and squeal and squeak
 drinking gin on the rocks is not that bad at all
 since it became impossible to find an Avacado
 or my favorite alcohol
 just don't answer when she fails to call--

Hakan’s shuffle – nitro club mix – stonerjazz , sonic structures and silent stretches with well

It's just up over that Next Hill ( from The Half-Life project on bandcamp)

Since i no longer have a Pro Status, my minutes are limited--Many songs had to be deleted from this page--But they have been migrated to Bandcamp--in form of albums--That is a work in progress--The half life series(which are songs with short term stays on soundcloud) will find its permanent home on Bandcamp in the form of an lp- Followers and listeners are hard to come by on Bandcamp for reason that are unclear, but if you get a chance please give that music a little Love-- Thanks to all my soundcloud Friends new and old:) see links below! cheers jeff g--

On this page you'll find music from me as well as the collaborative SoundCloud band, The Smoking Trout.

Genre influences include electronic, downtempo, lofi, experimental, rock, blues, indie, prog, post rock, ambient, synthwave, trip hop, and hip hop. I make tracks primarily with Cubasis and Korg Gadget (iOS); Ableton Live; Korg and Moog softsynths, Volca Drum, Minilogue XD, Arturia Microfreak, Arturia Pigments, and the FabFilter Pro suite of effects and production tools.

My sound has been inspired by Aphex Twin, Boards of Canada, DJ Shadow, Radiohead, LCD Soundsystem, the Flaming Lips, Tame Impala, M83, Godspeed you Black Emperor!, Mogwai, Pink Floyd, Animal Collective, Nicolas Jaar, Dirty Projectors, Massive Attack, Björk, Dan the Automator, Del, the Gorillaz, Reggie Watts, Ween, Neon Indian, Tycho, Ott, Shpongle, Danger Mouse, Built to Spill, Yo La Tengo, Velvet Underground, My Bloody Valentine, Modest Mouse, Tool, Zeppelin, Sabbath, Hendrix, the Books, and too many others to list here.

Hope you will check out some of my collaborators:

@user-911083679 - STONERJAZZ
@user-455619833 - Uziel
@texmex-shaman
@sonic-textures
@grevusanjl
@enigmacurry
@mralchemy
@blackmarketbrains
@dough-factory
@winkandwoo
@jerome-hearn-994307260
@dubman-9
@archmageband2
@tot-beat
@ipg1
@zed4209819
@lala-land-361191160 - E.P. Beats
@llanpsych
@ruizzoidman21centurions
@Ladyofire
@josh-clary-1 Entheogenic Psychonaught
@themysteriousdecibel 
@k2andthe3
@cerulean_ascent
@nic_nic_nic
@nadiaselvaggi
@chefboyextreme
@scilentsymphony
@azealotrous
@noxpox13 
@pablomoretti
@prof-oddfellow - Neons Gone a Mad
GMO / Green Mercurial Owl 

Thanks so much for stopping by and listening!

🚫🕷⛔🕷☢🕷❎🕷☣🕷⛔🕷🚫

I'm a counter-clock wise guy when the speed does me in,
Right from the get go, I'm mad till the end...

I'm mean, lean, cruel, obscene... Not only am I Elvis, I'm also James Dean.

ღahan 💀 ღahan, the bass player of the not-so-legendary Los Angeles based grunge band of the 1990's "Toxic Daisies" nowadays spends his time writing jingles for commercials never aired for products never sold in stores. Aside from the jingles, he also collaborates with other musicians and artists and produces musical tracks and posts them on SoundCloud. Long time sufferer of ADHD and a born-again atheist, he... (due to a sudden loss of interest, this bio has been left incomplete...!)

I ♡ Audiobake 




⚧  ☠  ⚧  ☠  ⚧  ☠  ?  ☠  ⚧  ☠  ⚧  ☠  ⚧

...Namas`cray (the crazy in me recognizes and respects the crazy in you)

Electronic noises 
Håkan Skeneby 
I co-found a duo with my friend Artur
on guitar - Surfers Like Us

I am overjoyed to partake in something beautiful:
https://stonerjazz.bandcamp.com/album/up-up-out

Jeff also gifted me a visiting role on his previous album: 
https://stonerjazz.bandcamp.com/album/quintessential

On his bandcamp page, Jeff points out: "This is the page where you can give some monetary support to me and the StonerJazz experiment--This gesture is so meaningful, both financially and emotionally-- I prefer to let the music be my bio--a huge thank you to those who listen and to those who give."

.... and here is my own test account:
https://sonicstructuresandsilentstretches.bandcamp.com/track/eliza

POETRY IS VITAL

This threshold space exists for those who feel like listening to some of my quite professional poetry embedded in rather amateurishly recorded but judiciously arranged sound, a modicum of purely acoustic work notwithstanding.  Fortunately, some other artists have also transformed the symbolic expression of my words into the tangible beauty of real songs and soundscapes - just listen to Sympoetic Ultrasounds: https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/sympoetic-ultrasounds !

SOUND, SPACE AND TIME

Tend your listening senses gently. Even though my general approach welcomes and embraces lo-fi concepts like the precision of spontaneously occuring imprecisions, headphones worth their membranes are recommended - unless you like your sounds flat, mangled, battered and helpless. You don't, do you? Be kind to these soundscapes.

STRUCTURING IMPULSE

Due to the nature of "poetry soundscapes", your listening expectations regarding traditionally structured "songs", sonically purified "raw wildlife soundscapes", keyboard-laden "ambient recordings" or voice-centered "readings" might not be met. You will find some of those in my list of /likes/. "Noise" is a recurring structural element like any other. This is what this sounds like - within its own rights, limitations, tangents and interconnections. Sonic structures. Silent stretches. Poetry emerges from the gaps between the ruts, seeps in from the undergrowth, sweeps down.

CARVING, CHISELLING, KNEADING, MORPHING

A quick glance into my toolshed rests on Zoom recorders, Samplitude software and a dizzying array of diverse sonic machinery.

LARGE AND SMALL GIFTS

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Small Gifts

the less to remember, the more to listen
gifts from the ice age reverberate
a simple story, a forest, a coastline
entangled in silence, one starts to relate
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In case you have read up to this point, you might be a sonic creator yourself. May I ask you for a helping ear? Above, there is a tiny poem of mine that I do not understand how to translate into sound. If you do - please act on it. It is a matter of common decency, of course, to keep the title (Small Gifts) and to credit the lyrics to me (jo richter). And please do notify me of your version via a soundcloud message. One bewilderingly beautiful version crafted by mono-lux has already gone public, as well as an amazing version by cthonicist.  You'll find both in my playlist Sympoetic Ultrasounds. This is just a small gift, not a challenge - life already has more than enough of those on offer, doesn't it? Treat it this way.

POETRY IS VITAL
sound, space and time
structuring impulse
carving, chiselling, kneading, morphing
large and small gifts
poetry is vital

GENERAL POLICY regarding the use of LIKES, REPOSTS and FOLLOWS:
I like what I like and want to hear again.
I only repost what I've had a hand in creating.
I follow when I see directions or arrivals I like, not when followed (though I might peek in to get an idea of what your sounds are about). I have set myself a limit of accounts I follow not to be all too overwhelmed. Not following does therefore not mean I do not appreciate what you contribute to the enjoyments of soundcloud.
Do not expect other behaviour from me.
(jo richter)

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