what a delightful melody you have going on here.

Beautiful piece 😍 🙏 🍀 🎶 🎧 

Nice sounds and melodies, love the climate of this track 👌🎈

lovely music, I like very that acid shadow

some instruments, including synth and the pulsating synth bed, mix: tea are sea @tea_are_sea
other instruments, narration, mix: sonic structures and silent stretches
method: some back and forth, with stonerjazz and re-evolution café orchestra sometimes listening in and edging on
narration: the thirteen canto poem finds its way into sound, a canto at a time
image: copyright jo richter, using a detail of my photo of a magazine depiction of the phaistos disc as one element among others

info: there is one more version of this canto to emerge from other collab partners. LOOK FORWARD!

poem / copyright jo richter

How long he stayed, he could not tell.
He worked ferociously, sounding all
existence that had touched upon him into
being: the smell of meadows, the curl of
ripples, the calm that centers in a storm;
the timbre of voices, the straight lines of buildings,
the aloofness of announcers on the radio.
His desk was cluttered, his mind strove clear.

When he did not write, he‘d read up on
the origins of his ancient art: Vergil and Dante,
Marlow and Shakespeare, Homer and Joyce,
Ovidus, Cervantes, Rabelais and Wieland.
He felt the linguistic seeds, blown from foreign
stems, grow filaments deep in his native soil, he
saw them ripen, flower profusely, yielding
their beauty to ever-changing mentalities.

And as his insight widened and he gained
perspective, the rows of encyclopedias
and dictionaries that lined his shelves
slimmed down, as he gave up consulting
English for French and German, these for
Latin and Greek, those for Persian and Sanskrit,
until he only referred to Indo-European roots.
His desk turned clear, his mind became uncluttered.

Eventually, he also slept and dreamt
whenever the veil sank upon him.
Guarded by the spire‘s safe walls, he would
awaken slowly, remembering outlandish
lore, scribbling notes and poems of bizarre
truthfulness and penning recollections of his
archetypal ties. Some of his realistic verse de-
rived from fragments of prolonged poetic trance.

His muse meanwhile taught him to cook, the
art of mixing individual ingredients to bring about
a taste all of its own that nourishes both mind and
physicality. The painters tend to fixate on surface
and colour, she said, the musicians on timing
the process, whereas the poets never get anything
done, enchanted by words like ‚ginger‘ or ‚yeast‘.
All of their dishes taste awful.

canto iv

Departure Canto iv with Tea Are Sea

J'ai développé une chanson trouvée en gratouillant. 
Le texte vient toujours après: dans le cas présent je me souviens de ce qu'on m'avait raconté sur les derniers jours de Johnny Weissmuller alors qu'il était interné. Il se mettait parfois à pousser le cri du personnage qu'il incarnait plus jeune. 
Je ne rends pas un hommage, aucun intérêt, je me demande juste ce qui lui passait par la tête.

Johnny Jungle

Pennsylvania

Desire Paths

This Track is about a Funeral.
It represents all of the friends and family being gathered in one place. And  how they are all elements of them and their ancestors.

Artwork by Lydia Buckle

Elements Of Our Ancestors

You Filthy Sludge

Mood Exhibit - Last Portrait

Lest we forget
We need to remember
We see the signs
And we act upon it
Why does the system
Where is the mind
Where is the world gonna be
When we are all left behind

Do we care?

What are you thinking
In that mind of yours
Do you think you could get away
From it all

Lest we forget
The crimes of the system
We never forget 
We're never in them

Do we care?

Children blown to bits
We're all in fits
What can we do?
So many miles away
Thousands of miles away
What can we do?

Do we care?

There's people 
Who will pay for these crimes
Little children blown to smithereens

It's on the news
Do we care?
I'd like to think we care...enough

To do something about it
Do we laugh at those marchers
Those marching people

Do we care?

360. lest we forget (harding).mp3

Life

2 - 4 - 2024

Don't Buy Anything Today

23 7 1

"Mijinko" means a water flee. In a science TV program, a water flee with rotifers like tulips on its head was introduced. This song was made to show the funny and peaceful picture. Other microbes such as micro algae around it are also expressed in the song. This song is "mini" version, and its full version will be uploaded later.

keywords: short, peaceful, cute, mc-909, BPM138, progressive, original, sequencer

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