Airy melodies and atmosphere, very nice and interesting musical ideas! 👌

Copy of Daily Drops

SOON to move to Bandcamp as an album  - in the meantime, you can also listen in sequence here:  https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields
instruments: Jeff Gardiner and jo richter
voice: Jeff Gardiner
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter
lyrics: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
image: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
note by jo: for very real, material reasons, some people describe living entities as "stardust" and "all vibration". in our current, mentally largely dissociated state, it would make as much sense, though, to describe us as "stellar noise". It will take heartfulls of kindness and mindloads of understanding and nuances of acceptance of letting go and so much more to individually evolve into more harmonic states.

it is time, he said, to address the cosmic egg
the liquid consistency of what it holds
and the fact that insects and crusteceans
are clad in terrean space suits of their very own
and human skin can crack and bleed and peel and heal
and their minds are similar to that in more than one respect

it is also time, he put forth in further understanding
that the very nature of awareness, sentience and connection
to the entities we cannot smell or touch in our tuesday state of mind
and our wednesday protocols and even in our sunday suits
and unprotected glowing selves - unless that little voice trails off

and there is nothing left to win or lose or be or presuppose
and see the inside out in four dimensions, to welcome the upside
round and fingers that can shape the world without a tool

or a machine or automated processes and institutions and free
of data that informs the abstract mind but starves the living tentacles
of kindness and a self endowed with all the silence held to listen

that's why you will have to make a bold decision
to overcome your dizzy spinning sputtering state
of fuzzy feeling and self-involved confusion made
and all that fruitless pro- and inhibition
and turn that little voice off in your head
turn that little voice off in your head

(instrumental, including free static noises)

even in the southern realms and climes
the mongrels at the helm and lost in rhymes
tell wicked tales encumbered only by
some long forgotten memory
buried to the burnished hilt
while in a building built by lords and ladies of the cosmic court
while all the scouts appear as tiny lights
of white and red and blue and green
in smokey dreams of sorcery...........

scalar fields pt6 hide and seek

scalar fields pt 8: hide and seek - with stonerjazz

W-Was that a gunshot?

Ray (https://soundcloud.com/user-364196783-552705040) and I went back to the well, and came back with this.

You Oughta See

Blackout Jam (joerxworx flute remix)

made with casio, zoom h1, and NCH
i waved zoom h1 around for panning but mabes got carried away :D
NO MGWHM NO

new day, fresh start

Crossroads

Any The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy fans around?

Brief conversation with a somewhat upset sentient elevator

Granada

Made for Naviar Records' 609th Haiku Challenge

A torch in the dark [naviar609]

Hallelujah in a Dirty Dress

This song is about the space between performer and audience.
And about the spaces between all of us.

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Here I am on the stage tonight
Trying to make them laugh
Like a priest in the darkness 
Trying to keep my faith

Oh, help me, Jesus
The faraway eyes

Words that fail to reach
As thin as the air
Faith is not thunder
I wonder if they care

I’m standing on the edge tonight
Staring into the void
Waiting for the whisper 
To find me as I stand

Oh, help me, Jesus
Will one heart be moved?

Outside, the wind rattles 
The glass in its frame
It beats me every time I
Try to play the game
I try to play the game

The dust floats through the spotlight
And settles on red velvet
I tried to write the perfect line
One you will adore
You’ll cry for more
Or have you heard this one before?

I shape my words into 
Little wooden boats
I push them out to sea
They sink without a trace

Oh, help me, Jesus
The bodies in the chairs

They put their hands together
To signify my worth
Or is it just the sound of rain
Against the hollow earth?

Or is it just the sound of rain
Against the hollow earth?


On The Stage

in the Tropic of Cancer

This track was created for the Naviar Haiku group.
609

2025-09-08

revealing in the dark (Naviar Haiku 609)

Estuary

An intimate frontier.  A melody lost on waking.  A memory from childhood.  A hope for forgiveness.  A season ended.  A photograph of a moment you don’t remember.  A treasured object found and lost.  A thought interrupted.  A mirror in an empty room.  The dust of an evening.  An incomplete equation.  A discussion with possibility.  A missing adversary.  My impression from our last meeting.

Additional Music and downloads available on Bandcamp: 

https://softlands1.bandcamp.com/

On Spotify

https://open.spotify.com/artist/5YG49h7BY6wDxSpnDZpHDo

Estuary

Softlands

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