Carter Vames plays Alto Saxophone: https://instagram.com/carter_flames?utm_medium=copy_link
Doug plays other sounds etc.

clock boss (fixed version)

Scutoper

Porous hinterland

Science and Peace will triumph over Ignorance and War  ~ Louis Pasteur  

The true triumph of reason is that it enables us to get along with those who do not possess it.  ~ Voltaire


My mangling and reinterpretation of Marco's magnificent track https://soundcloud.com/musichevirtuali/marco-lucchi-triumph-you-to-play-with-if-you-like-it?in=musichevirtuali/sets/triumph

The triumph of light and reason [with Marco Lucchi]

Full Video : https://youtu.be/VSLQaC54pL0

サイケデリックな音色の旋律をポリリズム的に構築して、フロア寄りのシンプルなビートに合わせたライブです
今月のライブはこれを軸にバリエーションしていくと思います
I composed this performance based on psychedelia tune on polyrhythm and dance beat .
I will perform this variation in this month

Music : https://orientallove.bandcamp.com/track/love-psychedelia-live-ufo-club-2022-06-02

Short Video

Love Psychedelia Live !! @東高円寺ufo club 2022-06-02

Mighty Specific

Sarah Mega-Hertz & PressureWorks Collaboration.
Volmet (Weather info for Pilots) 5450 kHz  Heard in the UK/Northern Europe

Spotted Lantern Fly

Spotted Lantern Fly  SMH/PW

divided lights

Non-Reactive

Fragments Of Delta

Veil Of Speech

Hdsp : Veil Of Speech

Nouvelle version d'un titre de 2015.

The Dogs of Death

When the Dogs of Death,
Hungry and feverish,
Pass through the walls of my room to devour my soul.
My soul still warm to have so hated the fetters from my past
I want these Dogs to sink their sharp and raging fangs
Into my too white calcified flesh
And eat away this stone turned soft by the cold acidity of my last thoughts
And when my vital fluids turn to tar sinking beneath my weary bed
I pray these great hounds with their empty, cruel eyes to devour this vile bitumen
That has fired my deepest regrets for being human,
Sensitive and suffering
From others and from myself.
And then, with the last bite I will remember that always
I would prefer cats.
When the Dogs Of Death
Will be well fed my soul tortuous
They will circle around my cold bed
Waiting for the coming
Of the rest of the Wild Hunting

Lying there
My corpse
Not rotten but already corrupted
Will slowly stiffen up
So fugitive remains of my mind
Will coil up like a centipede In a puddle of my brain
So in a hound howl
Will come the time of the Others
The failures, the hybrids
These almost dead not completely alive
Those who exist only marginally
Between two non worlds
They will ooze from walls,
Will sink under furniture,
Will arrive in herd
In waves, in troops
In heap of empty and starving
Members and eyes

They will surround my stiff, mineral and rocky corpse
And will drip on me,
Will try to breathe their void In what is not already anymore me.
Without memory, without words and without thoughts
They will remember that they too one day should have died
But that their master refused them the demise
They are now condemned to remain puddles of undead and non life
Without getting anything other than sand, silica dust and cold ashes
To complete their empty orbits

Les Rives Des Temps

Les Chiens de la Mort

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...

The triumph of light and reason [with Marco Lucchi]

Tuonela