What a wonderful splash!

Starlight Traveller

Quasimare (Oscuro canto)

The Moonlight Sessions

A Glimpse Of Whats To Come

Supernova Remnants

Out of the Box May 2023
(strictly instrumental version)

Version #1

Benjy's Theme

This is the second in the Departure series of experimental soundscapes that are inspired by a set of 13 poems (or 'cantos') written by Jo Richter a.k.a. Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches @sonic-structures. I was honored thatJo invited me to collaborate with him on this project, it has really helped to push me in some new creative directions.

This second track in the series, features field recordings from Zuunzug. He offers them up for download on this page: @zuunzug-field-recording under the Creative Commons license (CC BY 3.0) ... The ones I used are Save Beograd, Novi Sad, and Waves Over Seashells.  I think they add a lot of great atmospheric texture!

The poetry is copyright Jo Richter. I have only extracted a small sample of the original poem, so please read the full text below if you are interested in the original context for the spoken word, also read by Jo Richter.

And you can follow along with this project here. This playlist so far includes one other song (2 different versions) from me and Stonerjazz, based on Canto VI, but we intend to add more in the coming months:
https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/departure-a-long-poem-in?si=670a7a3afd304067a20ddf0801653bd7&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Here is the full text of Departure - Canto II, the inspiration for this track:
(Copyright Jo Richter)

To allow for rest, you need to make sure
that you do not fall asleep right in
harm‘s way. You need to put your trust
in crude projections of the path and thrust
of entities and processes that do not cease
activity when your awareness takes its leave.
There are no guardian spirits to protect
you when consciousness bows out.

When – as a growing child who learns to use
his wits to regulate the forces that en-
compass him – he had to learn to abdicate
his mental skills, his reason and his
social prowess, just to give in to sleep,
he felt the force of dread that did
not hesitate to bring forth monsters from
the cracks that rooms and psyches offer.

Out foraging for all the goods that people,
parks and pastures proffer, he‘d often felt
assailed by sudden drowsiness that swept him
from the inside out into the open street
and very nearly drowned him in the gutter.
The force that urged him cannily to sidestep
reason, did not protect him from approaching cars,
as though it were an arbitrary arbiter of life.

It had been then, in dire need of shelter,
that he had stepped into the cool, comforting
splendour of the spire that reached into
what lays beyond. To master words, he
had been warned, will never do,
if you aspire to tame the threat of
letting go. I‘m here, he‘d said, to enter
a frame of mind, a larger self, a sphere of

actuality that never passes out, even in the
deepest state of slumber, trance or trauma,
even when the archetypes invade
my daily reasoning with brutal presence, as
they do. To master words, his muse replied
with her bemused DaVinci-grin, is quite
amusing, once you find the time to ponder
and to muse about the situation you are in.

Splendor Of The Spire (Departure Mix 2): inspired by Jo Richter's Canto II poem - full text in desc.

Worst than before

my spontanous flute improvisation on a 6 year old track by Lou aka IPG1 https://soundcloud.com/lou3-1/windy-waterfront
.... I hope, the flute is making sense :-) .... check out: https://soundcloud.com/lou3-1 !!! and enjoy the vibe !

Windy Waterfront // by Lou aka IPG1 // flute remix

Enchantment

Now that’s a cryptic pairing. Here’s a concept riff:

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Tsarwicc | Randleman
A haunt beyond the oval.
Where burnout echoes into silence, and roadside shrines flicker in eternal dusk.
Here, Tsarwicc reclaims the speedway’s forgotten hymns—ritualizing lost velocity, discarded helmets, and the spectral drawl of Southern legacy.
From pit crews to cryptic choirs, every track Fuel for the Stillborn, or Petty Saints. Want to go harder into that haunted motorsport Americana vibe? Or twist it toward Tsarwicc’s quieter layers: rust as resonance, oil as oracle. I’m buckled in either way. 🏁🕯️