Ashun Mahayana

23Apr21

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X - aXis 168

Two Steps

“Ojalá” es un arabismo común y concurrente empleado en el idioma español para referirse a “Si Dios quisiera”. A menudo, esta palabra se usa en nuestra cotidianidad para expresar un deseo que por el momento no es real aunque no se descarta su posibilidad: https://enternetboy.bandcamp.com/plaza-internacional

“Ojalá” is a common & concurrent arabism employed in Spanish language to refer as "If God wanted to”. Oftenly, the word is used in our cotidianity to express a wish that by the moment it's not real but we don't discard its posibilty https://enternetboy.bandcamp.com/plaza-internacional

[ES] Inspirado por sus memorias y el pasado de su residencia actual, enternet boy retrata un lugar con tesoros exo-téricos, sabiduría y habilidades ancestrales heredadas de la tierra maya así como algunas muestras de la aportación cultural de Medio Oriente en la Peninsula yucateca. El álbum nació durante la visita a un lugar específico de la moderna ciudad meridana de T'Hó.

«Plaza Internacional» (anteriormente el Hotel Itzá), que colinda con el Palacio de la Música (antes el Congreso del Estado de Yucatán) es el recuerdo fugaz en el interior de sus nostálgicos pasillos secretos y una revelación creativa entre la arquitectura abatida. «Plaza Internacional» es un punto de análisis, introspección y autodescubrimiento de enternet boy como un ciudadano actual de un antiguo reino maya, brindado luz sobre su origen, desarrollando lo auténtica espontáneaidad y llevándola a la práctica en este LP de 40 minutos.

En esta ocasión, los sonidos brillan por su originalidad como resultado de un estudio autodidacta de tres años en el diseño de sonido experimental. Algunas canciones fueron hechos en vivo durante el Festival de Pajama 3 (track 1, 2, 3, 4, 6 y 13 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s5E-awImOmQ) y el resto salió durante un trance meditativo aka momentos de claridad/improvisación. Mejor experiencia con audífonos.

[EN] Inspired by his memories & the past of his current residence, enternet boy portrays a place with exo-thermal treasures, wisdom & ancestral abilities inherited from the Mayan land as well as some samples of the cultural contribution from Middle East in the Yucatan Peninsula. The album born during a visit to a specific place in Mérida, the modern city of T'Hó.

"Plaza Internacional" (formerly the Hotel Itzá), which adjoins the Palacio de la Música (formerly the Congress of the State of Yucatán) is the fleeting memory inside its nostalgic secret corridors & a creative revelation among the dejected & descontinued architecture. "Plaza Internacional" is a point of analysis, introspection and self-discovery of enternet boy as a current citizen of an ancient Mayan kingdom, binding light to his origin, developing authentic spontaneity & taking it to the practice in this 40-minute LP.

This time, the sounds shine for their originality as the result of a three-year self-taught study in experimental sound design. A few songs were made live during Festival de Pajama 3 (track 1, 2, 3, 4, 6 & 13 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s5E-awImOmQ) while the rest came out from a meditative trance aka moments of clarity/improvisation. Better experience with headphones.

Release oficial en Mayo 24, 2021.

El artwork fue fotografiado por mi, en el segundo piso de la Plaza Internacional. Más fotos del mismo dia aqui: www.instagram.com/p/Bsb4LMEF7LiVYAszQPdqpRn9x84SSgh4tfmGvM0/

Plaza Internacional

Ojala

Ojalá (Alt. Version)

TRIIB - Mercury Hearts

From a vinyl record called "Background Music For Home Movies - Vol. 2" https://archive.org/details/lp_background-music-for-home-movies-vol-2_various

Wide Open Spaces

Drizzle

BROKEN

This is my organ piece “Symphonic Nocturne”, Recorded live at Church of the Advent, Boston, 2/16/23. It’s an homage to Ukrainian master Boris Lyatoshynskyi, who is known as the father of Ukrainian modernist music.

Symphonic Nocturne, for organ (2021)

All performed and original music, only drums are programmed.
Composed and performed: Massimo Belladonna
Production: http://www.maxpro.audio https://soundcloud.com/maxproaudio
Tech: OSO http://www.originalsoundsonly.com
Making of: https://lbry.tv/@Maxproaudio:7/kino-mini-and-rhodes:c
Vintage Ibanez Musician fretless bass, ARP Odyssey MkIII, Vintage Minimoog Model D, Yamaha DX-7, Elektron Monomachine, Gibson ES-175, Fender Rhodes Mark II.
SGAE 2020, All Rights Reserved

KINO, Mutant Jazz

Merci à Ownowl https://soundcloud.com/ownowl pour le partage de sa si belle musique avec moi.

Comme un ciel d’orage posé sur ma mémoire
Le sombre gris-bleuté du toit qui m’abritait
Les veines de la roche affleurant les sentiers
Poudrés de ses éclats arrachés aux entrailles
Des galeries creusées à coup de dynamite
Dans de sourds grondements qui ébranlaient mes nuits
Et les buttes sauvages
Des rebuts de ce schiste

Et les hommes fantômes aux lanternes cyclope
Qui crachaient leurs poumons pour mériter de vivre

Et puis, et puis…

La douceur des printemps sur ces buttes maudites
Parsemées de lichens et de l’or des genêts
Et puis les promenades où sa main me guidait
Lorsque nous traversions des ronces labyrinthiques
Qu’il me disait le nom de toutes les choses à voir
Et retenait mon pas pour gravir les montagnes
De cette ardoise tiède qui glissait, s’effritait

De cette odeur têtue des lilas sauvages
Surgis des interstices d’un sol chaotique
Où la nuit les lapins de garenne dansaient

Berceau de ma naissance
Posé sur ma mémoire

frenglish translation:
Like a stormy sky over my memory
The dark bluish gray of the roof that sheltered me
The veins of the rock flush with the paths
Powdered with shards torn from the bowels
Galleries dug with dynamite
In muffled rumblings that shook my nights
And the wild hills
Scraps of this shale

And the ghost men with the cyclops lanterns
Who spat their lungs out to deserve to live

And then, and then ...

The sweetness of spring on these cursed hills
Strewn with lichens and the gold of the broom
And then the walks where his hand guided me
When we walked through labyrinthine brambles
That he told me the names of all the things to see
And held back my step to climb the mountains
From this warm slate that was slipping, crumbling.

And that stubborn smell of wild lilacs
Rise from the cracks of a chaotic ground
Where the wild rabbits danced at night


Cradle of my birth
Placed on my memory

Berceau - Ownowl & Luciole Langevine

All tracks composed, performed and manipulated by Charles D. Ward.
recorded at Studio KWK 
Contact: kwkstudio@gmx.de
All rights fuck off. Please feel free to use and abuse!

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