That’s the way to start a track - straight to the business end!

The choice

The Choice

“La pluie du temps” (Rain of time) is a poetic instrumental piece about how we often feel rushed about the time passing by until a sudden beautiful moment stops us making us live the precious moment, making us wonder and admire life’s beauty. Just as if time had stopped for a couple of seconds, minutes or hours.

La pluie du temps

La Travesia

Jerred Seveyka plays acoustic rhythm and slide guitar

Bret Tobalske plays lead slide resonator guitar, electric bass and drums.

Distilled

Music by Kontra Sz and Val Akey.
- Kontra Sz: plays rythm guitars, lead guitars;
- Val Akey: drums-, bass- and keys programming (mixing and mastering) + cover art @valakey.

Release date: 12 January 2024

Captive Of Time

Here is a track I'm thinking of entering for a music competition. The music should go with the image and be a maximum of 1:30

Will You Come With Me

The beak-faced, egg-breasted Bird Mother is the oldest known supernatural deity and she was worshipped in the oak groves of these isles long before any other more humanoid entities.

I wrote this after learning that frequency spectographic research found the dawn chorus builds, with its sound, what looks like cathedrals of light. (More here: https://anniedieuleveut.com/2021/01/14/the-cathedrals-of-light-sung-by-the-dawn-chorus/) 

I am very grateful to APi-ZZ (Andreas Pirner) for composing such enchanting music. You can find him here: https://soundcloud.com/api_zz

Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, January 2024 

Music by APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) 
© APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner), January 2024 

Cover Art: Detail from a stained glass window at Dornoch Cathedral in the Scottish Highlands, taken by John Haslam. 

Poem: 

All honour to the Crane bag of the Bird Mother, 
with its Ogham runes and snakes' eggs blue 
that birth the laws to protect the young, 
and those who will later come along 
to live under Her eye of the Moon. 
Our groves were grown for her Offertory 
and even now that they have become churches, 
her birds still intone sonic cathedrals of light 
to wind Saturn’s clock for each new day ... 
and will do for so long as the Earth is.

The murmuring Starlings keep vigil in the dark, 
sparkling in their bright constellations. 
A Long-Eared Owl hoots the Magnificat 
through the cloisters, to prepare the Mass 
for the sleep-dreaming congregations. 

An Eagle arrives at the lectern 
to conduct the Liturgy of Hours, 
its hawkwind-breath inspires and expires 
through the lead-slated roofs and copper spires, 
with prayers reaching up to Her flower-decked bower.
Then a Martin begins the morning Matins 
by swift-spiralling above to show 
we’re all part of the round robin rhyme 
of the tic-tocking Wheel of Time, 
here in our nests and bowers down below. 

At Lauds, a Lark ascends through tree-lined arches 
into the heavenly fan vaulting, 
a glorious Gloria trilling on its tongue, 
that the Sun will keep its promise 
that a new day will come, 
its joy unstinting and unhalting, 
As through the leaded panes of the old church Quire, 
skies are turning from blusher to butter, 
while songbirds in serried ranks, brightly arrayed, 
are chirping and whistling a dawn chorus of praise 
to Her Blessedness, the egg-breasted Bird Mother.

At Prime, a Peregrine Falcon flies to the tower, 
to squawk in the new Sun. 
Then a Torquoise Jay emerges at Terce 
to Gregorian chant the chapter and verse, 
now that the third hour after dawn has come. 

White Swans take flight from their lakes 
to lead the sublime symphony of Sext. 
They soar past choirs of stone-winged angels 
to ring the bells and the Summer Triangle, 
all down the nave and through the transepts. 

Next it’s the turn of a red-cloaked Cardinal.
He intones a psalm, accompanied by a bassoon. 
It is Nones, which marks the ninth hour since sunrise, 
and so we have now reached mid-afternoon. 

Long purple shadows are silently descending 
from the wings of a bald-headed Vulture 
flying in for Vespers at this juncture, 
So we know that the day She gave is now ending.

 Finally, at Compline, a black Crow arrives, 
the incense to light, and to recite the Agnus Dei.
He perches on the altar in full magisterium, 
to hoarsely croak out a sombre Requiem, 
“...aeternum dona eis, Domine.” 
to bring down the thick velvet curtain of night. 

And then a Robin sings the Last Rites. 

All this, in honour of the Crane bag of the Bird Mother, 
with its Ogham runes and snakes' eggs blue 
that birth the laws to protect the young, 
and those who will later come along 
to live under Her Eye of the Moon.

© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, January 2024

A Cathedral of Birds

Les gueux à genoux

Terreur

It's Probably Me

Bleak - Mixed/Mastered by Tyler Wickens

Do you think that we’re just software?
Is it all that we are?
Or could we be self aware?
When our insight got us this far
The thin veneer of this society
Ruled by private tyrannies
A lie for primitive hypocrisy!
The End of Everything
Does it tend to any meaning?
Axioms, through us, sing
What road will I take?
What will my choices bring?
Are we slaves to pre-history?
Would you question the hegemony?
Technology from evolution
A future derived from competing impressions
The architects of power congregate
They fail so they can alienate
A stasis is what they perpetuate!

End Of Everything

All songs copyright 2008

Cassini is a band which seeks to create rock music without boundaries. In addition it is also about big riffs, even bigger guitar solos and prog rock wig outs. Every genre is up for grabs in the experimentation stakes.  The purpose of the Projekt is that no one listens to it. This music isn't for human ears. Viral popularity and societal definitions of success are irrelevant. The Projekt was set up in 2008 by a one Alex Mc Donnell following the breaking up of several previous bands.

Check out my new music for Ziggurat

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHgJvdbPaV4

Forbidden Knowledge

In the beginning there was nothing...then there was The Cassini Projekt! Emerging from the primordial molten fires of the early universe, he who is known by many names, and who you know as yours truly, or falsely, given his many masks, was given a mission...a mission to save rock n' roll and restore the musical cosmos to equilibrium. This task spanning longer than the age of the visible universe he grasped, as it seered its veritable import into his hands of creation. Weilding his fiery axe, illuminated with the flames of destiny, he visited many worlds across the galactic superclusters, restoring musical awesomeness to all and now, he is here on the planet you call Earth to share with you his songs of incandescent awe. He is the Shadow-walker, he is Trent Jameson, he is Max Satanski, he is Hans Kurtz, he is the Xanderzone, he is...The Cassini Projekt, HE is...

End Of Everything

The Cassini Projekt

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