Name: Into the Aether by Tea R. Sea
Duration: 4 min 38 s
Description: Making more use of my new soft synth Arturia Pigments, and playing around with a little more complex song structure. This one also features the Minilogue XD and Korg Module instruments to a lesser extent.

Fun flarpy/blarpy (best descriptive word I can come up with. haha) horn. That's a trippy sound.

Percussion is really intriguing too; hard hitting and bombastic. And that weird robo-voice is wonderfully quirky. Lots of personality in that sound. :)

lot of creativity and a nice melodic walk!

This is packed with Awesomeness... I feel a remix comin on! ;)

Cool instrumental, Tea!! Lots of interesting synth textures!!

An interesting array of sound and instrument we’ll done

I hope to someday finish animation I started years ago of flamingos in the rain dancing to this song.

Synth harp, guitars, clarinet, cellos, and bass set to hit hop, conga, and bongo beats at a tango’s pace of 70 bpm. Rain audio recorded live in December 2023.

I wrote an extended version of this track more than a decade ago during a time I was experiencing intense physical pain. As I fled inwardly into creativity to escape, this music narrated the discovery of a quiet harbor from pain.

Later I became amused watching a wildlife documentary of flamingos and their mating dance. As they marched together in step, abruptly turning their heads and beaks known as head flagging to an unknown beat accentuating their synchronized rhythm, I imagined flamingos dancing the tango. Initially I had ambitions to create an animated short with Tango In The Rain as the soundtrack. With time constraints, I leaned more toward the immediacy of digital music-making than animation and discovered pain relief in the process. And as a fan of old movies, this tune evolved into my fantasy score for a different Singin' in the Rain type of musical of animated dancing flamingos.

I hope the music takes you to your own safe harbor, hopefully a place of grace, comfort, and peace. My best wishes to you.

Tango In The Rain

Relax. Even a short trip down memory lane calls for a cool head, an objective fair-minded witness, so you don't get stuck in a deadend. Best thing about a visit, besides deciding to take it easy, is finding buried treasure in the bins at the curb. Like a poet's book whose sage words advised, “Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better.” A pleasant detour reveals lessons learned and a resolve to head back to the Highway because moments are still under construction.

Synth guitars, keyboards, pianos with reverb, and bass set to syncopated and hip hop beats at a leisurely 60 bpm. Audio of bird chirps recorded live New Year's Eve 2023.

Quote via the late, great Maya Angelou.

Memory Lane

Une ode aux perdants , à ceux qui n'arriveront jamais les premiers ...
Compositeur - Musique : Philippe SEGUINARD
Auteur mélodiste - Chant : Guillaume DULER
Chant : Sylvie TIRET
An ode to the losers, to those who will never get there first ...
Composer - Music : Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter - Vocals : Guillaume DULER
Singer : Sylvie TIRET
Lyrics:
Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos étoiles
Même si le ciel est déjà mort
C'est vrai qu'elles brillent encore
Mais la plupart ont mis les voiles

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos défaites
A la puissance des vaincus
Nous nos blessures ont survécus
Quand leurs victoires sont obsolètes

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos amours
A celles qui saôulent de souvenirs
Celles qu'on n'a pas pu retenir
Mais auxquelles on pense toujours

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos héros
Aux révoltés aux cœurs ouverts
Ceux qu'ont joué avec l'enfer
La vie tatouée sur la peau

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos succés
Ces étranges malentendus
C'est à peine ce qu'on a voulu
Et tout juste ce que l'on pouvait

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos enfances
Illusions perdues à jamais
Comme la douleur d'un condamné
Qui sait qu'il va mourir d'avance

Levons nos verres aux regrets
Aux perdants de la gloire
Cicatrices laissées
Dans un coin de mémoire
Aux survivants sans médailles
A nous les moins que rien
Sur nos champs de batailles
Ombres du quotidien

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos fantômes
Toutes ces peurs qui nous soutiennent
Main dans la main elles nous souviennent
Vers la dernière demeure des hommes

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos futurs
Retournons nous voir s'ils nous suivent
Mais y'a personne pas âme qui vive
Y'a même pas de rats sur les ordures

When do we drink to our stars
Even if the sky is already dead
It's true they still shine
But most of them are gone

When do we drink to our defeats
To the power of the defeated
Our wounds have survived
When their victories are obsolete

When do we drink to our loves
To those soaked in memories
The ones we couldn't hold back
But still think of

When we drink to our heroes
To the rebels with open hearts
Those who played with hell
Life tattooed on their skin

When we drink to our successes
These strange misunderstandings
It's hardly what we wanted
And only what we could

When we drink to our childhoods
Illusions lost forever
Like the pain of a condemned man
Who knows he's going to die in advance

Let's raise a glass to regrets
To the losers of glory
Scars left
In a corner of memory
To survivors without medals
To us less than nothing
On our battlefields
Shadows of everyday life

When we drink to our ghosts
All these fears that sustain us
Hand in hand they remind us
To the last resting place of men

When we drink to our futures
Let's go back and see if they follow us
But there's no one, no soul
Not even rats in the garbage

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Novembre 2023

Ivre"S" (feat Sylvie Tiret) Version intégrale TRANSLATED

'mischievous twunts'

twunt = twat + cunt

FS: synth, bass
Scotty: lyrics, vocals, drums, guitar

Let me tell you why I've got my boxer briefs in a bunch.
I've, once again, been victimized by mischievous twunts.
It went down one afternoon, at work, when taking my lunch
break, make no mistake, my belly ached, I was hung-
-ry. So, I went pee, shook my drips, washed my hands
and proceeded to the fridge, opened it up, took a scan.
Then I sifted several times before I thought 'God damn!
Some mischievous twunt, grabbed my lunch and must've ran.'
Because after peering closely at the tables about,
no one was stuffing pulled pork sandwiches in their mouth,
that I prepared, with special care, topped with smoked gouda melt,
and a slice of Hawaiian. I'm not lyin', for I was dealt
this bullshit situation as lunch began racin' by.
I thought, 'Well, no time to dwell,' and then proceeded outside
to my car. It wasn't far, where I could purchase a slice
of 'za. Wolfed it down and barely made it in time.
Through the door, to the floor. Such a devious stunt.
Enjoy the note from my Gems, and lunch, mischievous twunt.

mischievous twunts

Sometimes it's good to climb the hill and look at life from beyond the daily grind.

Passion for the Beyond

A real joy to have Karin-Maria Brunner join me on this song. She has really done an amazing job with my basic track. My grateful thanks and deepest appreciation to you, Karin-Maria. (@user-53145152-479345033)
https://soundcloud.com/karin-maria-brunner

K-M: Epic pad, Vintage synthesiser strings, harp, violin, viola, cello, crash, bass, processing, mixing and mastering 
Me: vocals, guitars, drums, keyboards

Promise Me (Brian Peters)

It's hard to believe
Takes courage of man to admit it
There's a memory within me
The sound of your name recalls it

We're living in days
Dancing too close to the heat
There's pockets of fires
Scattered all over the streets

*Promise me baby
You won't let another come between our love
Promise me baby
You won't imprison the dove*

They tied up the servant
They killed the messenger
Made a home explosive
Marked it ‘return to sender’

There’s a crack in the conscience
A finger of light in the skies
There’s bug on your telephone
Your windows are full of eyes

It’s the day of the aliens
Night of the UFOs
They took all the war brides
The baby boomer girls

There’s halls of illusion
Perverted sex on the screen
Young minds in confusion
Old men with adolescent dreams

The prophet is dishonoured
Especially in his own home
I’ve been reading Borges
Listening to Leonard Cohen

There’s sex on the telephone
A hundred iniquity dens
But the women are sexless
There are no real men

There’s blood on the doorposts
The angel of death is near
Speak softly, darling
Even the walls have ears

There’s a place in the hills
It’s like the top of Masada
It’s the gateway to paradise
Or the scene of a murder

Well, the world’s getting smaller
It’s like a one horse town
But the circle gets faster
As it spirals down

And the more things are changing
The more they are the same
And I sound like my daddy
I guess he felt the same

Promise Me

bloom reef

blooming reef

Downtown. Streetside bars. Instrumental. Kind of a latin/blues/jazz thing that morphed into hard rock, then synth pop.
Credits: Freesound for street/crowd samples. Gencraft image.

Streetside

Making more use of my new soft synth Arturia Pigments, and playing around with a little more complex song structure. This one also features the Minilogue XD and Korg Module instruments to a lesser extent.

Into the Aether

Recording sessions from 11/11/2023 - 13/11/2023.
3 tracks *** MOOG Modular V3 & V2 (vst Arturia),
1 track Spark (vst Arturia),
presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.
________________________________________________________________________
- Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks
- Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
- Artwork - Pier WILL
- Acknowledgements - Ableton, AKG, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile, Focusrite,   Korg, M-Audio, MSI, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
- #Ambient #Movies #Experimental 
________________________________________________________________________

version1:
https://soundcloud.com/fuwatt/supercell-is-approaching-version1

Supercell Is Approaching (version2)

New album Digital Molasses is now available on BandCamp and SC, will be released to other platforms in May! I'll be offline for most April, will catch up with you when I return.

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.

The art featured as the background image on my main profile page here is by KEVLARD666 (www.instagram.com/kevlard666/) @ikelion666 and will be the cover of my 2024 album, to be released soon: Digital Molasses 

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!

Into the Aether

Tea R. Sea

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