Name: Saturn Jazz by todd carriger
Duration: 4 min 3 s
Description: wanted to combine dream pop and old acid jazz .I had just received a jazz box guitar and had to write something right?It was a wonderful gift.

Love the bass work!  Fellow improvisational- only artist.  Thanks for posting.  Adding you as a follow for sure!

Oh this song is a first class one. I really love the jazzy trumpets.

Sounds like an elphant going rampant in the middle of NYC Time Square :) 🚓🐘🚋

It's in the Trees

It's in the Trees!

Still a work in progress but here is an extended 5 minute version of Dawn On Europa. I'm combining influences from industrial bands like Nurse With Wound and drone rock like Sunn :0)))

Day time on Europa:

"The data show that midday temperatures at Europa's equator reach about -225 degrees Fahrenheit (130 degrees Kelvin). The surface is even colder toward the poles and before or after midday. Small patches of different colors on Europa's disk show regions that are warmer or cooler than their immediate surroundings: the warm patches are generally relatively dark, and thus absorb more sunlight, than neighboring regions, while the cool patches are relatively bright. In the lower left corner, heat radiation from Jupiter itself, can be seen peeking out from behind Europa's disk."

Dawn On Europa (Petrochemical Ocean Album Version)

wanted to combine dream pop and old acid jazz .I had just received a jazz box guitar and had to write something right?It was a wonderful gift.

Saturn Jazz

Jo from "sonic structures and silent stretches" asked me if i wanted to take a crack at making some music with this amazing poem.This is the result..

                           Closure
She proudly delighted in endearing innocence.
Deep in the mountain of 
timidly blue window glazings
she traded it in for knowledge.

She proudly reveled in enlightened
knowledge when the 
pleasingly golden summer winds blew
She traded it in for experience.

She proudly clad in coarse
experience. Within minds reach
of pale flight radar clicking.
She traded it in for submission.

She loathed being embraced by 
submission. In the misty haze 
of a midwinter mugging
she traded it in for control.

She employed control to project
righteousness. Next to the stalwart
vents exuding office hours.
It felt intimately close to innocence.

When Age brought Dementia
she crossed streets without looking.
she had no idea of who or when or where.
But She kept straightening her Spine.

Closure(A poem by Jo Richter of 'Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches')(ROUGHCUT)

pristine snow flakes eventually turn into grimy slush on the road. both are beautiful in their own way. maybe

art by Greg Rosenke: https://unsplash.com/photos/9TfupynMF-A

slushy wonderland

Artwork by Holly Warburton https://hollywarbs.com/red-poppies

Desert Mind

Alhulumuqahron

Audiorecordings done in Italy this summer. Guitars recorded this week
Picture from the travel this summer

The Travel To Italy - Part 2

Winter - revised

a soundtrack that uses the haiku of Craig Lincoln as an inspiration.
Thank you for listening and as always, feedback is welcome.

the sound of rain on a cold spring morning, the town is quiet

vent solaire

A noisy guitarist, jazz trained . I like all types of music especially improv of all types .

Saturn Jazz

todd carriger

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