Noctalgia

An electronic composition, sounds created in Pure Data.

Pierced Veil (naviarhaiku542)

Art by Odilon Redon, "I Am Still the Great Isis! Nobody Has Ever Yet Lifted My Veil! My Fruit Is the Sun!" (1896)

Kenoma (To Go Without Light)

Loss can profoundly alter one's life. In this piece, I explore the experience of someone who has lost the ability or capacity to play the piano. The specific cause of this loss is less important than the impact of the absence itself.

no one hears him play piano any more (naviarhaiku 552)

new habits

just a little piano track :))

Hope everyone enjoys <3

a box of memories

Based on recording of an anxious rehomed cocker spaniel awaiting our return and howling the place down... her name is Tully. We’ve had her for five days. She is still very anxious about the huge change in her life. This recording was made because I was curious to see if she howled when we went out for an hour or so without her. A big “yes”.

I was going to do something a little more adventurous/interesting, but ended up just folding, compacting, cutting and reverbing a chunk of it. Also overlaid is a big furry sound. That’s the ambience of the house when she was silent. The odd ringing effect is because one track was pitched up and that5’s how it turned out – an Audacity accident.


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Tully is anxious [disquiet0661]

Here I recycled the introduction of "Off The Beaten Track" because I found it deep and gripping and I wanted to give it more depth and singularity. I hope I succeeded.

That being said, I also wanted to draw attention to the synchronicity of this piece and my current psychological state. Indeed, during the period when I created this piece, I was precisely in a reflexion and a retrospective on the fact that I had created a real caesura with certain things in my life (toxic people around me / toxic situations / conflicting thoughts / my vision of things as well as my way of interacting with my direct environment, among others), so even if I am not specifically one of those who think that each things / works finds a particular echo and a deep meaning in certain parts of our life, I find that this piece perfectly describes these thoughts there, deeply. It is even disturbing. So much so that one could really interpret this piece as a sound metaphor of these thoughts.

47- We Have Crossed The Point Of No Return

47 - Caesura

“All kinds. Some good. Some bad. And some… well, that’d be telling.”
- The Old Woman.

Joy In Every Breath

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