This feels like a never-ending, exhausting, lonely, search for something that doesn't exist in a desolate world.

the Mind series is dedicated to ambient with an eerie perfume

Mind 4

paris 1 51 bpm 13125 take 1

David Heath

the milk man's baby

Das Licht auf der anderen Seite

it came like snow
we had no warning

didn’t know what it was
they told us to go inside.

Don’t stand in the snow

we thought we were safe
don’t sneeze
don’t hang out on your balcony
stop cheering
stop reading the news
don’t be frightened
and wake up slowly


we had no warning

I thought we should stop shaking
hands but they said that didn’t 
matter anymore

this sickness will come and go
like a storm
it would come and it would go
like a storm.

very quickly
very devastating
but we must put this quickly behind
us

it didn’t go like a storm

we woke up us
i could feel something hard on my cheek
i broke out in scales

my lover 
he had feathers on his tongue
and we knew
this sickness was not a storm

it was here for us.
it was here within us
it would stay within us
and change us forever.

my one eye grew larger
and i began to feel it leave my body
it was leaving me like a child leaving 
its parent
coming back, nervous, it would tell me what it saw
and it told me the world had changed
nothing was recognizable
the cities were emptied
 people were disfigured
and some of them could fly like angels
 
I couldn’t.
I was just locked in my home
afraid of more change
more things leaving me
until i was nothing more than a cage of bones.

I wanted to live now. 
I wanted to be the last person standing
even if I was not quite human anymore.

i wanted to be the historian
to see the beginning to see the end 
and what came after

to do this I had to live 
and to live i had to change
so I gave in I infected myself further
to quicken changes

but each change comes upon you differently
it is unique to the person

not everyone has wings inside them
you understand
some of us were meant to fly
some of us were meant to dig
and some of us were meant to 
eat ourselves
from inside.
many died like this:
oysters in an oyster shell.

And so it happened
in an way I never expected.

I grew long and hollowed
I became a very large worm
amphibious
and I couldn’t bear the sun
so I dug down
and I rested

I waited
like a lungfish
for everything to pass
for it to finish
to slow down
for the world to heal again
so that I might come up again
and write a history of everything
 that has come to pass

so I am waiting for the  end to end 
so that we can begin again

i wish I wish I had wings

We Had No Warning by Enceladus ReX  ft. lemonade

shedding

This is  a cover attempt of this magnificient piece just released by Kansas Smitty's..https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nJiZX13andY...just discovered on FIP..
v=nJiZX13andY&feature=share&fbclid=IwAR18ithHJUtt6t4bFVAbVD_VIQ0PnbH-KUqtiLFviKPD7tVa1gVRzvMgBRk
 what a promising great band and what a fantastic album  they've just created :)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Qm5KMz8IM0

Dream Lane (Kansas Smitty's)

Performed & Recorded by Matteo Mariano in 2004. http://macrogramma.com
Original cover art by Pietro Puccio (2019). http://www.pietropuccio.it

All that I did not understand, Story of an afternoon and Under Antonio Ceriani / Tutto quello che non ho capito, Storia di un pomeriggio e Sotto Antonio Ceriani

These three songs are constructed in a very similar way, practically recording short guitar patterns and creating loops by re-editing them and processing them with the same outboard. They were also the easiest tracks of the selection to restore as they were kept on multi-track format. All three tracks are directly inspired by Pietro Puccio's paintings. Between the distressing expectation of Under Antonio Ceriani and the lazy and lukewarm pace of the Story of an afternoon, my favorite has always been All that I did not understand, with that mass of unknown emerging from the depths of the canvas and swallowing all the forms and colors.
***

Questi tre brani sono costruiti in modo molto simile, in pratica registrando dei brevi pattern di chitarra e creando loop rimaneggiandoli e passandoli dagli stessi macchinari. Sono stati anche i più facili della raccolta da restaurare in quanto tenuti in multi-traccia. Tutti e tre i brani sono ispirati direttamente da dei quadri di Pietro Puccio. Tra l'attesa desolante di Sotto Antonio Ceriani e il pigro e tiepido incedere di Storia di un pomeriggio, il mio preferito è sempre stato Tutto quello che non ho capito, con quella massa di ignoto che emergeva dal fondo della tela e ingoiava le forme e i colori.

from macrogramma volume 2, released September 5, 2019
Performed & Recorded by Matteo Mariano in 2004

macrogramma volume 2

Tutto Quello Che Non Ho Capito

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sonus

Open collab with @my-nocturnal-twin

Link to open collab: https://soundcloud.com/mynocturnaltwin/high-strung

Joshua M Norton's Album

A Western Ending in the Sound of High Strung Tumbleweeds  (w/My Nocturnal Twin)

Pending

2020: depression personified.

Lyrics:
Fear stokes the pyre
Black smoke and ire
preordained, a cacophonic stain
Long heavy rain
Wont clear this away (make this abstain)
Feeling this decay, always
(its) suffocating, intoxicating

Deep smoke and ire 
Cursed is (be) this fire
Preordained, a cold coffin remains
Long heavy rain
Won't change a thing(nothing)
Emptiness, betrayal, always
It's suffocating
Please erase me

Pyre

My Nocturnal Twin - My Nocturnal Valentine remixed by noxpox

Improvisation N°21 « Vénus » for Solo Flute
My new flute improvisation in my Home - Studio on Thursday, December 3, 2020
Franck Douvin © 2020 Flute improvisations
Thanks for listening. Hope you'll enjoy!
You can watch me playing the flute on this video on YouTube : https://youtu.be/R3eVZ7ObE4c

Improvisation N°21 « Vénus » for Solo Flute

We stretch out our corroded joints, warming ourselves around the heating element

A place for sound freaks lashing out from the dark. 

So there's all kinds of stuff on this page, but after months of schizophrenic debates about who was playing with who and who took the lead while doing it, finally, the decision was made: all my alter egos got together and decided to form a band. From 2020 on new tracks are created under the moniker Gruppo Infernal. Only pure MMTJ tracks will still be named as such. 

Gruppo Infernal still relies on my work as Me, my Thumb and Jack, an ongoing quest for a liberating approach to sound creation where the human body acts as an oscillator amplifying the natural 50hz hum. Direct live recording, improvisations and delay loops only using analog filters and effects. No editing, no overdubs. Gruppo Infernal adds digital treatment to this original sound material. 

UnterPitch was an alter ego using samples & synths.
Bleached Coffins was a one-off project using guitars.

earliest work when I was still a pup:
https://blindsightrecords.bandcamp.com/album/throbbing-flip-out

Producer, Composer, Sound Designer, Audio-Engineer, etc.
I release some of my more unusual or unfinished tracks as Tephomab, hope you enjoy my scurrilous creations!

Former vocalist of Vres, Gutwrenched & Odyrmos.

Pyre

Tephomab the Obfuscator

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