My dreams take me to many and wonderful journeys - join me there!

Released 1 Nov 2024

Riding the Wave of My Dreams

Frammento contenente due brani (Bambiente, Country Dub) registrato a Sacile PN, il 21 agosto 2005, per l'edizione di quell'anno di "Artistinsieme", bellissima e coloratissima mostra d'arte in strada che si è tenuta nell'ambito della antica Sagra degli Osei, durante la quale l'Orastrana ha suonato ininterrottamente per due giorni. Con Carlo Natali e Thomas Graber ai synth, elettronica, effetti e Mauro Rocchi al basso elettrico.

Unreleased

Bambiente/Country Dub

[unreleased] L'Orastrana - Bambiente/Country Dub (live @ artistinsieme 2005 Sacile PN 2005-08-21)

'Ruglen's Wee Roon Lums' Inspired by the Glasgow tongue twister "Ruglen's Wee Roon Lums Reek Briskly". translation "there is a lot of smoke from the tenement chimneys in Rutherglen".  

Sleeping Warriors

Ruglens Wee Roon Lums

Ruglen's Wee Roon Lums

Photo: Seville, Spain, 2025.

Decided to go up-tempo with octave pedal bass over an electro beat. Short bass solo on the outro is a phaser tone Thundercat-lite attempt. Guitars are a little Discipline era King Crimson for some added prog.

As ever, listen all the way through = good karma... thank you.

Drums: NI Kontakt sample pack.
Bass: Sandberg Elektra 4-string with flats through three instances of NI Guitar Rig.
Guitars: Suhr Custom Classic into some NI GuitarRig patches.
Keys: various NI and Arturia keys. Spitfire strings.
Mastering: Ozone 11 Standard.
DAW: Ableton 12.

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Destiny

This song’s lead was crafted using a Korg Volca Modular. Exploring modular synthesis is an exciting but challenging journey, especially on a device like this, where the absence of MIDI control leaves everything to manual adjustments. The unpredictability of modular sounds can be exhilarating yet difficult to tame.

I may have worked a little too intensely on this piece—it became so consuming that the melody played incessantly in my mind throughout the night, keeping sleep at bay. During that restless night, I experienced a vivid vision that seemed to emerge from the depths of my subconscious.
In this vision: 

A sad clown, poorly painted and with his head tilted, danced wildly to the erratic pulses of an out-of-control analog machine. His head appeared ready to fall from his body as sorrow burned into fierce, uncontrollable rage, expressed through an erratic, chaotic dance. His body seemed no longer his own to control. His mouth opened impossibly wide, his eyes bulged as if to escape their sockets. Then, with a thunderous roar, the head of a lion emerged from his mouth. As the lion advanced, the clown’s body tore apart, disintegrating into dust. The transformation was complete. The lion, now fully formed, walked away calmly and serenely, radiating power and peace.

Cover by mystery artist

The Modular Show

Can of Wurms

Made for Naviar Records' 590th Haiku Challenge

Stream without a name [naviarhaiku590]

They sang not with voices, but with the memory of shape.
Beneath the shattered pane, echoes gathered
fragments of forgotten rites,
lit by the flicker of a candle that never cast heat.
Each note a reflection,
each silence a scream caught in glass.
An homage to the room that remembers you,
long after you've past.

Canticles for the Dead Mirror

original music composed for the play:
"Il grande inquisitore e altre parabole"
by Fabrizio Sinisi
directed by Silvia Rigon

production:
ERT - Emilia Romagna Teatro
2021

Il Grande Inquisitore

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Karamazov

oh wait can't say that a lot of ground | untitled project 001 sessions | ambient atmospheric psyche drone jungle industrial horror WIP | shifty 5.1 ma 30 bpm take 1 81625

In My Head (Slowed Down)

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

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

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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...

Stream without a name [naviarhaiku590]

Tuonela