May Day II

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Memeulous

I found this second version of Pursuit in the night in my old recordings! Same composition and theme but arranged and played differently..
I didn't manage to erase all the noises when remastering it but was quite satisfied by the whole track and thought it deserved to be published here! Let me know your opinion ;)

Cymbal/ Pursuit in the night

CYMBAL - Pursuit In The Night 2

My dear friend Peter (https://soundcloud.com/peter-palisander-37069099?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing) sang and played bass and some guitars to my song "Believe in Peace". I'm very pleased with the result.

If you like you can buy the digital track in high quality here:
https://crumius.bandcamp.com/track/peace-love

I took the cover photo of Pipilotti Rist's light installation in the Kunsthaus Zürich myself. 💜☮️

Peace & Love

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Peace & Love ☮️💜

Background

Genesis Of A Multiverse / Rhythm Of Creation

Soft Attack

Evil Amongst Us

I think this haiku is a perfect match with the track I've been trying to create for some time... immediately after reading it I had very clear ideas on how to make it all happen.
 There are several recordings, the oldest was made with the guitar, processed on the elektron octatrack in 2020.
 About a month ago I found the central part of the song while experimenting with the vcv rack and the initial part (which takes up the final guitar theme) is the most recent recording processed with the Fm8 synth.
 recorded in Ableton and subsequently mixed in Cubase.

 Weekly challenge for Naviar records #naviarhaiku512.
 Text to follow by: Marco Sebastiano Alessi
 Image: Raya Mal

 "Endless echo
 footsteps on an empty house
 once full of life"

 Heartfelt thanks to: Marco Sebastiano Alessi
 for the precious inspiration.

Forgotten Games _ (Naviaraiku#512)

This is a song inspired by a wonderful poem of the same title that I came across on the web recently.  It's written by a guy named Christopher without further information (not me though).   I eventually took the liberty & converted it into a song.  I gave it a bit of a country feel and hope you would enjoy listening.  

[CREDITS]
Music / Vocals / Arrangements / Programming – Michael C. Lynn
Lyrics – Christopher 
Fiddle - Andy Leftwich @Band_in_a_Box
Guitar Solo & Fill-ins – Brent Mason @Band_in_a_Box

[LYRICS]
She looks into air, herself falling rain
Dripping coldness past, memories old pain.
Drops fall, the puddling her damp water-life.
Spiraling a mirror, self-lonely strife.

Clouds a-whorl, dark sky sheltering fair heart.
But how can she joy, while taking no part?
Covering cold soul, corona of defense.
Defying the stab of her fate's intents.

This is madness, she thinks in plaintive cry.
I'm here, on the cusp, of lay down and die.
What my destiny, but an empty-off dream?
A plaything with which gods and angels scheme.

Am I doomed then to live, time never-free?
Subsumed wholly 'neath life's scattered debris?
Is justice outside this torrential doubt?
Perhaps more than sorrow,  painful fall-out?

Instrumental break

Personal paradise, which I can own,
Evoking happiness, hither unknown?
She raises from streets of lonely no more.
Light slicing through darkness, hopes washed ashore.

Her withered gait now straightening with pride.
She glides like an angel 'cross future's tide.
Caressing the ground, sing the beat of her heart.
Into the sun seeking love's brand new start.

Into Every Life

Survival

Blissful Thinking

Bass keyboard, Decembre 23
Picture : Les humanoïdes associés

That the angel look around here

PARTITION PUBLIQUE :  Live électroacoustique

Je me suis souvenue de la perception très singulière que j’ai eu durant puis à l’issue du confinement :
les oiseaux semblaient s’être approchés, et les manifestations réprimées.

Puis j’ai pensé que le rythme était le meilleur observatoire des différentes pratiques sociales et animales du monde et de la musique en particulier, ce qui m’a donné envie de jouer avec cet imaginaire, ces traces, ces couches 
sonores.

I remembered the very singular perception I had during and after the lockdown: the birds seemed to have approached, and the street protests were repressed. Then I thought that rhythm was the best observatory of the different social and animal practices of the world and of music in particular, which made me want to play with this imagination, these traces, these layers of sound.

Partition Publique, étape de travail

An ancient tale, Tam Lin rescued from the queen of the fairies by his love Janet, taking place on the part of Ireland far  north near the south of Scotland jutting out towards Ireland.

Tam Lin/Glasgow Reel

Big thanks to my friend Nate for coming straight to the swamp with his slide guitars..truly grateful. Check out his amazing music here: 
https://on.soundcloud.com/HaMdAJQfN5qRC4kE8

Bļackbírd

Let them slowly float down and sing, 
blackbird following the wind 
Let them, carry upon broken wings,
Blackbird, following the wind 
Blackbird, carrying my sin

Let them, listen what the old house sings, 
Blackbird, following the wind
Let them, swallow what they came to bring,
Blackbird following the wind 
Blackbird, carrying his sin 

Blackbird, blacking out the morning sun
Can you, pick out the innocent one 
Blackbird, blacking out the morning sun 
Can you, follow home the soul that runs
Will see through what can not be done 

Blackbird, crying from the sky above..
From the swamp, down the road there’s a the rising gun 
Blackbird, tell me who you gonna choose
Slow wind from the north bring something new 
Streetlight, night shines from the old house stoop 


. . . … . . . … . .   .    .

Bļackbírd {FŤ} Nathaniel Ehrnman

AND NOR

I’ve
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Song for four accordions

Home Recordings / Curated Playlists / 

Collaboration / Participation / 

In pursuit of novelty. /

AND NOR

Lake of Madder

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