Name: Dreaming of Storms by The Shire Bairn Project
Duration: 5 min 10 s
Description: A short(ish) instrumental sound-doodle inspired by a dream I had...

I strained my wrist playing guitar while practicing a new piece I hope to post in a month or two, so in the meantime I decided to freshen up a short piece I had on SC from a few years ago. It’s a simple melody, a musical meditation, towards peace; the dove of peace carries this message, through many cultures and religions. Peace is needed now, more than ever. Hope you may spend 2 minutes with me to meditate.
PS. Wasn't able to master this with clarity, so headphones/earphones best.

Peace Dove

A short(ish) instrumental sound-doodle inspired by a dream I had...

Dreaming of Storms

SOLITARY CRUX

New track named Contemplation, hope you like it!

Contemplation

Adrian Tchaikovsky imagines a sentient viral culture keen to explore any lifeform it encounters (via infection) to satify its insatiable curiosity about the universe - initially with disastrous results.  I found the unattributed image on Pinterest.

Viral Estate

The Pièces froides are two sets of piano pieces composed in March 1897 by Erik Satie. Unpublished until 1912 when Ravel played them publicly, they marked Satie's break from the mystical-religious music of his Rosicrucian and Gymnopodies period (1891–95), and were a harbinger of his humoristic piano suites of the 1910s. 

The title Pièces froides, translated as Cold Rooms or Cold Cuts, is a punning allusion to the dire poverty Satie experienced during his last years living in Montmartre. In July 1896, he had been forced to move into an unheated ground floor closet (he called it a "cupboard”. The space was so small that Satie's camp bed all but blocked the door shut, and on frigid nights he kept warm by sleeping fully dressed with the rest of his clothing piled on top of him.

This the second of the two cold pieces: Danses de travers (Crooked Dances)
1. En y regardant à deux fois (Give it a good look)
2. Passer (Go on)
3. Encore (Again)

Here i've arranged the original solo piano for 2 classical guitars, 12-string, celeste, woodwinds & strings.

cover art: Le Repas Frugal by Picasso

Erik Satie, Pièces Froides

(Free WAV Download available here under '••• More'; and eventually as part of my next mystery album)

Greetings to my SC friends. This write-up goes deep into the realms of the bizarre. I’ll be serving up a banquet of probable realities and parallel universes, slow roasted in a ‘law of attraction’ au jus. And we’ll also have another wolf sighting.

First, let’s reintroduce our wolf friends (said to be from a Cherokee tale, and described in greater detail in a liner note a few years back). The one sneaking its way through the crevasses of my brain is the wolf of fear; the one chilling peacefully just behind my heart is the wolf of love. And as previously mentioned… the one I feed the most, grows the largest and has the most influence in my life. That idea is very helpful as we switch from metaphorical thinking to quantum navigation. 

Now for the bizarre part.

There is a theory out there that every possible moment/choice in every possible life (past and future) has already happened, and it’s all housed as snapshots of stored data on a quantum/cosmic state, cloud storage device somewhere. 

But what does that mean to me as a flesh bag?

It means that every time I am about to make a choice in my life, every possible option lies before me. The choice I make then narrows those possibilities down to the reality I experience. But all those other choices continue to play out without my awareness, because in another probability, I took those paths and lived those lives. I am essentially a rapidly expanding resident of parallel universes; but my consciousness is only aware of this one… and only of this very moment in time.

Going further down that rabbit hole, I start playing with ideas like hopping time-lines. For example… if someone told 20 year old Justin that at 55 I would be a happily married, sober, vegetarian musician… I would have stopped playing with that person. But here I am living that life, so maybe that idea is worth visiting. 

But for now, let’s focus on this reality… and how we can bend it to our will. 

If you make your choices out of love (and you aren’t constantly stuffing emotional pork chops into the wolf of fear), your awareness gradually shifts to one of love. The more choices you make out of love, the deeper into that probability you go. Keep doing that long enough, and the other probability becomes nothing more than a distant memory… if it doesn’t simply disappear from your experience altogether.

The same goes for the other side. If I only focus on fearful things, I’m cementing that experience for myself. My choices are made in fear; my experiences confirm that fear; and I ultimately end up living a very fear-driven existence. 

Now if we expand that concept to include the collective consciousness; how powerful our will is, and how we impact each other’s realities… we begin to see how utopian/dystopian variations are born. 

But if we have control over our direct path (through the choices we make, and where we focus our awareness), that suggests we have the power to purposefully choose timelines. Think about that… every possibility existing all at once, and we may literally get to decide which version we want to experience. 

What if we can migrate (or even hop) our awareness to more ideal timelines when we grow tired of the one we’re currently visiting? What if we are in control? What if we are that powerful? I admit, I’m having experiences in my life that make me question if this idea isn’t so far fetched after all.

While you chew on that, I hope you enjoy ‘Putting The Disco In Discombobulated’. :)

DL on SC :)

Putting The Disco In Discombobulated

Chorus
Got a few concepts 
Life serves a purpose
Let’s not shift our focus
My pockets have no surplus (X2)

Left lane right lane
No choice, when it’s all the same
Same game, no picnic 
Systems broke, they won’t fix it
Life is work, what shift is this
Just take up your lane
And mind your own business
No outlet, just gridlock and lockstep 
An influx of Notifications to obligations, not met
Forced to live your pain, then accept your death
Will anyone listen, about the changing climate 
No one hears a silence threats 
Two steps back, why the hell is that
Never really had my footing, and that’s a fact
If it’s established that’s a good thing
But how do we get there from the very beginning

Chorus
Got a few concepts 
Life serves a purpose
Let’s not shift our focus
My pockets have no surplus

Living for a payday, just ain’t good business
It don’t mean wealth or riches
Equal time or payment
That one percent is ruthless, 
Gatekeepers to key places
Holding all the leverage
Been this way for ages
Maintaining just how things are
So no one cannot change it
A never ending circle of henchmen, different faces
political power to start wars
If things ——don’t go their way
That a constant state of play
Armed with well aimed projectile
That can, ruin your whole day
Make no waves, make no mistake,
We’re all in a state of play

Chorus
Got a few concepts 
Life serves a purpose
Let’s not shift our focus
My pockets have no surplus

Got A Few Concepts

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Dreaming of Storms

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