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Drone at the world's end

I'm working on sound design for a performance and installation by zack mennell at Dadafest in Liverpool next week. This is one of my favourites, and it fits well with this week's @naviar-records haiku challenge:

"out of the blue
of early morning light:
a paulownia leaf"

Ōshima Ryōta was a Japanese poet of the Edo period. Some sources say he was a disciple of Yosa Buson, while others say his master was Hattori Ransetsu. He's mostly remembered for his essay “Bashō ku kai” 芭蕉句解 ('Study of Bashō's haiku') published in 1759, a magnum opus of his studies and literary theories on Matsuo Bashō's work.

Haiku by Ōshima Ryōta

Extract of picture by Thomas Kinto

Submission deadline: 12th March 2025

To find out more and participate, visit https://www.naviarrecords.com/haiku-music-challenge/

out (naviar583)

I'm 417Hz A here and wanted to throw Matilda's tin whistle in but couldn't make it work and didn't want to pitch shift it... Then I remembered I wanted to try Bath Flutes in a song. Pitch is controlled and tun-able by adding and removing water. A great toy for teaching kids pitch recognition or if you're Randy Marsh use them in a song!.... 'Hey Shaaron. Come check this out.'

Lyrics

Song Salmon heaven is here
New navigations still unclear
'Lateral Line
'Magnetic define
Their instinctusl map
Earth's mind of mind

I am Atlantic, Pink, Sockeye, Coho
I'm Chum, Chinook. Hunchen, Eosalmo
Born to a river
My venture covers thousands of miles
When the end is nigh
Home returns through magnetic smiles



I am a Salmon
With evolution I imagine
I am Salmon
With my body examine
Streamlined I teach you how to reach
My instinctual beach
To big field I'm a leech

I am a Salmon
With evolution we caught on
I am Salmon
With my kind examine
Unspoken finds beseeched
To broken human minds
Earth says,
Human planet bleach!

We're home
We spawn
My DNA 'aint gone
My degradation neweth become

Good Planet of one

We're home
SWe spawn
My DNA aint gone
Degredation lives on
Good Planet of One

I am a Salmon

The Topography of Time

This is my personal rescore of the “cryo chamber” scene from Alien: Earth.
While the original soundtrack by Jeff Russo takes a bold, front-and-center approach, I wanted to explore a different sonic direction — one that leans into subtle synth pads, atmospheric textures, and a slow-burning sense of unease.
The goal was to create an ominous, ambient mood that lets the visuals breathe while adding an undercurrent of tension. This is not an attempt to “fix” the scene, but rather to reimagine it through a different musical lens.
Headphones are recommended for full immersion.

Cryo Chamber

Hell is a condition that I remain within.
I am trapped in the agony of my own mind,
for God did not see fit to include an escape
during my Creation.

My body is the barbed wire fence
around my jail.
He, in His Wisdom, made me healthy,
made me able-bodied,
but I, in defiance of His love,
starve and cut this vessel of mine.

All around me are souls free of their own prisons,
or at least with bigger, kinder cells than mine.
They wear the keys to freedom around their necks
and suffer not.
Meanwhile I freeze in the cold embrace of perception,
berating myself
as if I were the Devil.

I have sentenced myself to eternity alone,
yet I seek the path to nonexistence.
I, the selfish monster I have always been,
wish to leave this world,
leaving my agony behind
with the lives I have slithered into.

Every detail of Creation reminds me of my sins.
Salt in wounds I will not let heal.
Every memory a flame,
a red hot piece of metal
pressed to my skin.
I pray in labored breaths
that the singeing of my flesh
might be enough to exonerate me.

Each day on this Earth convinces me more
that I was not made to see Eternal Life.
My scarred body will not rise to rest beside the Lord.
I was born to lay in the ground forever,
eternally marked
with the injury that ends me.
I was not made to defile the embrace of Heaven,
but to fizzle out
like every other evil of the Earth.

To those I love,
I am a tick,
a finite blemish,
praying for a little more time
to be lied to
before I am wiped away.

prisoner of my own mind // forgot why I make music

UK creatives should listen to this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yK4wBWiozyM

You must hear this: https://vimeo.com/52766051

*****

Ed Brunsden was kind and patient enough to interview me for  his blog Desert... Mountain... Dust...  - you can read it at https://desertmountaindust.blogspot.com.au/2017/02/tuonela-primitive-progressive.html

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music. ~ Aldous Huxley

All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it. ~ Jean Cocteau

All music is beautiful. ~ Billy Strayhorn
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I've become addicted to drone. Again. I was the kid with his head on the piano, listening to the overtones die away, or pressing his ear to the steel hull of the ferry, enthralled by the sounds it created. I was the kid who formed wordless songs to accompany the sound of train wheels on a long journey, or hummed along with the fan on a hot day.

In the 60s I used to play my 45s on 16, or backwards, or by hand using razor blades as stylii.

I made cut-up tapes on a cheap cassette recorder in the 70s and experimented with reel-to-reel in the 80s. 

Thank you Subotnick, Lygeti, Coltrane, Jimi, Mimaroglu, Eno, Cluster, Tangerine Dream, Klaus Schulze, Frank Zappa, Pink Floyd, Kraftwerk, Throbbing Gristle...

I am not a musician. I am a scavenger of sounds. I use the most basic software to process those sounds, stretching and filtering until something emerges that makes a joyful noise. Or not...

Drone at the world's end

Tuonela

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