Update 2/15/20 - Another year down... another lesson in humility,  always next year!  

https://hofa-contest.com/song/3738/

Welcome to what looks to be my the last competition for 2019.   HOFA is hosting its annual Christmas mixing competition.   When I got the invite a few days ago I took a listen and was like.....ugggghhhh!!!  An "a cappella" which puts me in my weakest spot for a starting position.  

The human voice when on a piece of music, ends up being one of the most important/relatable parts of the piece.  A great vocal performance can prop up a band... but it very seldom works the other way around.  

It's been one of the more challenging things for me to mix properly.  Here is the 2019 HOFA competition and the only thing on it, VOICES!!.  Challenge accepted HOFA and here is where I ended up brothers and sisters.  

The competition closes out in January so still plenty of time to get into the competition if you want to have some fun....working the faders.  I mean common what else could be more fun?....(blushes)  Really people, such dirty minds!!  haha

https://hofa-contest.com/

Happy Holidays brothers and sisters

Special thanks to Bill from November Sound( https://soundcloud.com/november-love-680008043 ) for being an advisor on the project... Big thank you for this and all your support in 2019. 

On a slight comedic note to one of our own:  Sunnidayz always mentions not being a techie...  If you get here sister.... I fought my production rig for 3 hours this morning to print the final mix and master...  Had everything set last night... wanted to sleep on it before finalizing.  This morning bam..kerchunk..bzzzt....with every session crash... I was reminded of those things you mention, about it getting in the way!  Three hours of fighting for 20 minutes worth of work!!

Let There Be Snow

Competition - Let There Be Snow - HOFA 2019  Mixing competition

Ambrosia V2

Sonopoetry and field recording by https://soundcloud.com/ilaria_boffa

Field recording: recordings taken at the 'Anello dei Colli Euganei'. The deafening noise is the sound of leaves (only) rustling in the wind.

Sonopoem: 
'Translations

A clear geography of silver poplars 
ashes and maples surrounds this fluvial area.
A narrative of rustles, chatting loudly.
Translations. What we hear and the language
that makes it audible imply investigations 
on others’ listening modes.
We question affectivity, objects’ reverbs 
crashing into beings beyond us.
Inside those cubic metres of soil and air
noise spacialises, builds and hits. 
It neuroshapes and impacts the plasticity 
of things.
We translated our voices into exact
references and wording. Now, hear.'

Translations

Marco Lucchi : Mellotron, lyra, kalimba, contact mic and fx

27 settembre 2020

The cave of forgotten dreams

The project is a collaboration with Jan Exner @exner from 2016. We divided the poem "Aufbruch" into six parts. With music and sounds Jan created a fascinating acoustic imagery. Lets go ⇢

Jan Exner : Guitar / Synths / Mix / Production
Karin Tarabochia: Text / Voice / Image



Aufbruch
1 
Aufbruch! Was war, fällt ab. Knöpf’ meinen Kragen auf.
 Zieh’ die Weste aus, an der noch Land hängt. Warte ab.  
Was klammert, saugt, in Zaum hält, bröckelt und springt. 
Mein Schneckenloch, mein Honigfuß, mein Schritt ins Leere  
und endlich Fall, Bruch, Sturz … und Landen!

Departure. What was, falls off. Unbutton my collar.
Take off the vest with land still hanging on it. Wait.
What clings, sucks, bridles, (now) crumbles and cracks.
My snail hole, my honey foot, my step into the void …
And finally fall, break, plunge ... and landing!

2 
Neubeginn verschieben, unendlich lang?
 Das Ende aufzäumen, und den Anfang aufspüren? 
Erfüllung vorwegnehmen?
 
Postpone a new beginning, infinitely long? 
Bridling the end and tracking down the beginning? 
Anticipate fulfillment?

3 
Schnipp’ die Leine durch, lass Haus und Hof 
und was ich schuf, rollt durch den Kopf. 
Dreh' mich aus dem Schleiertanz.
Spann' meinem Wagen andere Pferde –  
höher geht’s und weiter!
Sonnenfahrt!  Der Täuschung abschwören - 
Wütend platzt mein Innerstes und gibt frei: 
Anemone, Traumpferd, das ein Holzbein schwingt.
 Am goldenen Wagen im Sturmwind treiben –  
den Füßen fehlt Boden, den Händen fehl'n Sprossen. 
Nichts da, nur Lederhaut an Sohlen und Schwielen.

Snap the leash, leave house and yard
and what I created rolls through my head.
Turn me out of the veil dance.
Bring other horses to my carriage -
Higher it goes and further! Sun trip!
Renounce deception -
Enraged my innermost bursts and releases:
Anemone, dream horse swinging a wooden leg.
Floating on the golden chariot in the storm
and the feet are missing ground, the hands are missing rungs,
nothing there, just leather skin on the soles and calluses.

4
Träume meinen Flusslauf vom Anfang zum Ende
und schwimme zurück, dorthin wo ich bin.  
Fisch sein! Springen! Am Ufer lachen sie
und manchmal hält das Fischmaul die Trommel an  
und hört Sirenen singen.

Dream my river from the beginning to the end
and swim back to where I am.
Being fish. Leaping. On the bank they laugh.
Sometimes the fish's mouth stops the drum,
hears sirens singing.

5 
Wir müssen diesen Platz verlassen,
so schnell wie möglich unsern Kopf vergessen,
 der benommen Geschichten schwatzt, vergisst.  
An Scheiben rinnen Tränen. 
Was befürchtet war, wird wahr, vergeht.  
Am Weg besteht, was ist.

Mich nicht messen an anderen, mich nicht missen! 
Nicht verkaufen, dem Anderssein weglaufen!  
Mich am Fluss einfinden, wer ich war, wer ich bin,
im Zwischenraum die Zwischenfrau. 
Den Mädchentraum beenden,
den Zeitraum größer drehen und kleiner,
 Schritte sehen, die fest am Boden.
Ich war weg und komme wieder.

We have to leave this place,
as soon as possible forget our head 
who gossips stupid stories and forgets. 
Tears run down the panes. 
What was feared will come true and pass. 
On the way persists what is.

Not compete with others, not miss me,
not sell myself, nor run away from being different.
Find myself by the river, who I was, who I am,
in the interspace the interwoman.
End the girl's dream, turn the period bigger and smaller,
See footsteps firmly on the ground. 
I was gone and I'll be back.

6 
Lass’ mich nicht hängen und bis zum letzten Tag warten, 
bis ich mein Blut abgebe und mein Gesicht sich ins Tuch drückt.
Nicht bücken und suchen, mich zwischen Spuren verfluchen. 
Das Ziel sehen, nahe bei mir:  
Ich bin Traube. Ich bin Straße. Ich bin Mensch.

Not leave me hanging, waiting until the last day,
until I give up my blood and press my face into the cloth.
Not bend down and search, curse myself between tracks.
See the goal, close to me: I am grape, I am street, I'm human.

4 Träume meinen Flusslauf (eXner / Augenmerk)

Poetry and words: Scott Alan Simpson:
https://scottalansimpson.com  He's also an actor from Atlanta, US.

Trackpicture: Arlene Adler.
Music: flowermouth.

Sarah

Sarah (feat. Scott Alan Simpson)

1st track from TRIPLE album: *TO MEGA REAKTOR* (11/20)

Altered States Ov Entropy

I think I am lost

Dialogues

Absolute

From a folder of stuff that was about to be posted... in 2012.

There are times when there is no time

BEHOLD!

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Altered States Ov Entropy

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