Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/7DEkiN1pEX47AbxDvAOBZR?si=8d5e34cbd1164b80

Lyrics: 

Down the hall from the entrance to the ballroom, there’s an elevator. 
I get in and press for the top floor.
I want to be as far above from everyone
and as close to the moon as possible.

I step out and find myself in another ballroom, 
this one completely empty
except for myself.

The carpeted floor blots out the sound of the music below.
The towering drapes keep the moonlight from pouring in through the giant windows. 
It seems like this room hasn’t been used in a long time.
I walk to the center.

I picture nights of summers past: 
the ballroom crowded, 
days of old,
the aura rose and gold.

Music and light, 
clashing perfumes, 
the taste of wine, 
the warmth of June.

Laughter and kisses emanate from every mouth, 
but I’m just a distant observer: 
invisible, inaudible,
a ghost from a different time
who does not belong.

I see a pretty redhead,
her eyes shine like the moon.
She speaks but out comes my own voice.
I notice that her face is Valerie’s,
and my mother’s,
and an amalgamation of every woman I’ve ever loved,
 of every redhead I’ve idealized,
everyone whose soul my eyes have dyed.
She’s not real,
never was, never will.

I come out of my stupor:
the ballroom is empty again,
the lights are dim again,
the sound of my breathing is all I can hear again.
I pull the drapes, look out the window:
the city lights are twinkling below.
The city is like her:
messy, convoluted, unappealing by day,
but tantalizingly beautiful when she becomes bejeweled at night. 
Those city lights look so warm.
I feel like everyone in the world is down there except for me.
I wish to be there too, though it was I who chose to come up here.

Now I turn my gaze upward,
and I remember that the moon doesn’t actually shine, 
it only bounces sunlight
off its dark, dead face.

The windows 
shatter into 
smithereens, 
casting 
shards of glass 
nowhere as 
piercing as the 
cold air 
that torrents in. 
I fall on 
my knees.

Oh, put your warm hands on me. I’m freezing. 
Won’t you put your warm hands on me? I’m freezing. 
Oh, put your warm hands on me. I’m freezing. 
Anybody put your hands on me. I’m freezing.

Penthouse Phantom

Take It To The Streets (Radio Edit)

Composed 2017, recorded July 2023

Bernhard Plagg - trumpet 1
Stephan Stadtfeld - trumpet 2
Lionel Speciale - horn
Vladimir Vereś - trombone
Fabian Neckermann - tuba

Sound recording in the studio of the Landesmusikakademie Berlin, 2023
Sound engineer: Benjamin Ostarek

Program Note
Tagundnachtgleiche (Equinox) was created on the occasion of a composition competition for brass quintets announced by the publishing house Furore Verlag in 2017.
At the beginning of 2023, I decided to record the piece in a recording studio and to make it available to the public. The trumpeter Bernhard Plagg was kind enough to take on the project. He put together a brass quintet, organised rehearsal dates, etc.
The composition consists of two elements that alternate or interpenetrate each other. On the one hand, composed, notated music, harmonic and rhythmic in the broadest sense. And on the other, improvised music, mainly consisting of differentiated, nuanced noises and representing a kind of random music, like random sounds in nature.

Tagundnachtgleiche for brass quintet

Composition and tenor sax playing by me, the others who've made this one bang- 

Mark Kavuma - Trumpet
Wilf Diamond - Trombone
Rupert Cox - Rhodes
Hamish Nockles-Moore - Double Bass
Ewan Moore - Drums

Recorded at Fish Factory
Engineered and mixed by Sonny Johns
Mastered by Tom Leader

Artwork by Sonia Stanyard
Graphic design by Isaac Williamson

Bellarom Gold

Night Creature is the title track from Rosie Tee's upcoming mini-album 'Night Creature' (out 26 April), an avant-pop cryptid and the debut release from her label, Kikimora Records.

Watch the music video here: https://youtu.be/p4hZ9wjai7Q

Night Creature

"Hints never change so you have to rise above it on your own"

We are a 16 year old two piece all girl band from wales.

Produced by The Zeropoint Projects

When You're Me

do you love me now ?

lyrics:

Imagine a universe where my parents never met
My dad might be a different man who laughs a lot less
Or if I was never born 
Then you would never miss me, 
How could you even miss someone who never has existed?
Imagine we were strangers, 
Wandering down a street 
And one fine day our paths would cross, our eyes randomly meet
You check the time and think: 
It's already so late?
Maybe you still turn round, but lost sight of my face

No one can know and if you could, then would you want to? (2x)

Imagine different bodies, higher levels of IQ?
With different genetics, more confidence to boot
Where I could be an astronaut 
Who floats in outer space
I’d view the earth with different eyes and all my senses hypnotised
Imagine different planets and different atmospheres
And unknown, living species, some light years away
Do you think that it was fated the reason we exist?
Or was it all just pure coincidence?

No one can know and if you could, then would you want to?  (4x)   

Oh to be a crocodile, all alone on the island
Oh to be a famous man, holding power in my hands
Oh to be a giant rock, breaking mighty waves

No one can choose
Who they will be
Before they’re born here

You can decide 
Who you become
The path you follow

No one can know 
Where it will lead
What you end up with

No one can know
And if you could
Then would you want to?

Oh to be a tiny fish drifting through endless streams
Oh to be a gorgeous tree, reach my arms to the sky
Oh to walk in different shoes, through the lands of the unknown
Oh to be a peasant child, growing up in the old days
Oh to be born my mother’s son, as my own little brother

3 a.m. talks

Stuck

British four-piece THE NEW NOSTALGIA are pleased to announce the brand new single A FRIDGE IN BERLIN, their first new music since the release of their debut album BLEED & BLOOM. in 2022. Recorded by Tom Roach (Crawlers, The Lathums, Queen Zee) at Coastal Sound Recording Studio in Liverpool, the song is an all-out aggressive alt-rock rager about the downsides of leaving your hometown in pursuit of big city dreams. Lead singer Patrick McCallion says:

“It’s a song about the mental arithmetic you do when you decide to move away from home in pursuit of some sort of hipster utopia. I moved to Amsterdam in my early twenties but it could just as easily be about London, Berlin, LA, any of these places where you spend half your life at raves and art installations and the other in a miserable flat with a busted radiator.”

Clean Radio Edit Available

A Fridge In Berlin

Skye Wallace self-titled LP arrives June 7th, 2019

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