WHOAH!!!! ytikes this is very oddd ! i think i like it!

This is super cool ... it has such a driving energy... I can see some sort of steam powered contraption dancing within itself haha so cool

Commission work by Musica Assoluta for the project "Vortex #2, Pandemic Whirls".  The text of "I Wish You Be Negative" is from the instruction of SARS-CoV-2 Rapid Antigen Test produced by Roche,
- "Let the Birds Take Over"
- "I Wish You Be Negative"
- "We Are Always Connected"

"I Wish You Be Negative"

The road we travel on is the storm we survive.

In the sway of its language, shifting between the wind and the wood, its syllables hung in delicate harmony. A song of remembrance and lost memories humming out of mouths that were half-opened in a somber cacophony of whispers. They are alone, yet not on this sultry night. The darkness swallows up every half-forgotten sound save for its own rustling, glowering at them with eyes old.

It is not between the trees they walk and stand, but within themselves. Grains of dust and soil and long withered roots growing still; they have made the forest and their memory is their life. Twined and twisted legs of words grow out of the mulch mouths, learning to walk again in the darkness. The words carve themselves in their own way, pushing forward with an insistent strength towards becoming something tangible yet unseen. One syllable at a time they reach further and further out; a silent vow to make sure they won't be forgotten, but remain rooted in our minds.

The darkness is not silent but it still is. Bookshelf and sand stand in greeting, wings of ash and dust, as you moved away from the storm, glancing back at the still ruined inlet, asking to be remembered. At last the road you leave on opens to your words, imagination and wonder. Yet still, with all these doors open, the darkness draws its shadows closer in, calling you back with a dusty air that settles into your lungs.

The story, as heard, is both the gleaming forest of a thousand tree-mouths whispering and the whirlwind which keeps them still. It's a dry maw that carries away their remnants, the shards of an old life cut up like the wind, and it pulls in the story too. The journey they lay is a jagged, i

Their voices have changed, even after they have remembered to remember.

Though the words used by them now are different from back then, the vowels are still the same.

The road we travel on is the storm we survive.
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FADE IN [or ECHOES OF SILENCE?]:

INT. THEATRE - NIGHT [or DARK ENSEMBLE?]

The curtains slowly rise on the blank stage, revealing an enigmatic presence fixed in a trance-like state. Emerging gradually from the shadows, the unidentified figure initiates their art with an opening chord. Instantly, the atmosphere is transformed with a velvet-black ambiance [or twilight abyss?] and a mysterious glow that seems to swirl and dance in the background [1].

CUT TO:

AN INTRICATE TAPESTRY OF VERNACULAR [or LANGUAGE LABYRINTH?]

We hear a cacophony of colliding sounds and reverberations, accompanied by a palpable intensity that fills the chamber. The camera pans across the chaos of cross-talking and crests and troughs as the music ebbs and flows, before settling on a serenely secret scintilla of spliced synesthesia that emerges from the pandemonium [2]. A suggestive sprightly spillage of entwined euphony ignites the air with an escalating fervor as the music hums and hastens, with rogue and ruse rippling in a raft of rabble [3].

CUT TO:

A SYMPHONY OF CHUCKLES AND CHISELS [or LAUGHTER AND LITERARY LINES?]

A deliriously dissonant chaos of cloverleaf cloistering, a melodious medley of sparks and embers that arise and swirl with each crescendo [4]. We hear the enigmatic energy taking form, bewildering and befuddling with its bold babbling. It blurs and then burgeons into a symphony of chuckles and chisels, each sculpting and savoring its way into a sonic sensuality [5].

CUT TO:

A BIZARRELY BEGUILING VISTA [or ENCHANTING EERIE LANDSCAPE?]

The journey winds through a warbling world, whirling through wryness, whimsy, and wit before finally delivering us to a bizarrely beguiling vista [6]. The camera lingers on this strange and foreign place, capturing its surreal and disorienting beauty [7].

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INT. THEATRE - NIGHT (LATER) [or REVERBERATING RUINS?]

The enigmatic figure is now in full view of the camera, but their identity is obscured by the atmospheric distortion that now fills the room [8]. The music has reached a frenzied crescendo, and the camera shakes and shudders with the vibrations [9]. Suddenly, there is a loud crash, and the figure disappears from view.

CUT TO:

INT. THEATRE - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER) [or POST-APOCALYPTIC AFTERMATH?]

The music has stopped, and the atmosphere is beginning to clear [10]. The camera pans across the stage, revealing a scene of chaos and destruction. The unidentified figure is lying on the ground, their instrument shattered into pieces.

DIRECTOR (off-screen)
Cut! Cut! What the hell was that?

CAMERAMAN (off-screen)
I don't know, man. It just went to hell.

DIRECTOR (off-screen)
We can't use any of this. We need to reshoot the whole thing.

CUT TO:

INT. THEATRE - DAY (NEXT DAY) [or MORNING MOURNFULNESS?]

The curtains rise once again, and the enigmatic figure initiates their art anew. This time, the music is slow and mournful, and the camera focuses on the shattered remains of the instrument on the ground [11]. As the music continues, we see the figure begin to piece a campfire from the broken fragments of their creation [12].

CUT TO:

A GENTLE FADE OUT [or THE FINAL NOTE?]

As the music fades to silence, the curtains slowly close, and the camera lingers on the crackle of the [1].

[1] Flames? Or more of an ethereal light?
[2] Maybe a more specific example of the synesthesia? Or focus on the harmony?
[3] Consider simplifying this sentence - too much alliteration?
[4] Sparks and embers seem repetitive - change one?
[5] "Salivating" could be "savoring"?
[6] Mention specific visuals?
[7] How can we show this beauty? What does it look like?

[9] What if the camera's shake is more subtle?
[10] Could the smoke clear to reveal a specific image/message?

[13] Does the guitar need to play a significant role throughout?

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13 April 2023
16 turntables run at different speeds

16 TURNTABLES  [for Climate-Walker]

Live improvisation for Piano, Cello, Tuned Percussion, and Live Electronics

Lost Child

First track from the Silver Lines EP (Owl107).
https://theowl.bandcamp.com/album/107-silver-lines-ep

Video for this track here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5JUuRIn_JU

'Drop' (from the 'Silver Lines' EP)

Sigh

Four Peaks

Eclectik Drive

Ghost Of Myself

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Learning about everything in the cosmos through sound and visual experiments since first DIY tape in 1994; as The Owl since October 2018.

There are approximately 1500 tracks on 160+ releases in many more styles (from ambient to noise, dungeon synth to techno, industrial to drone, doom metal to grindcore, abstract to kinda normal) on The Owl Bandcamp from the last 7 years, so I hope you will dive deeper.

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'Drop' (from the 'Silver Lines' EP)

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