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The Morning Show w/ gaiko & Lawrence Le Doux @ Kiosk Radio 21.04.2023

Real Blue Love Rips ft. 30,000AD, Apt Complex, Rage.inald + Sequoyah Murray ~ Radio Bonita ~ 4-24-23

Drifting into a new day with Maria Somerville, live from Ireland's wild west coast.

https://www.nts.live/shows/early-bird-show-maria-somerville/episodes/early-bird-show-maria-somerville-11th-july-2023

The Early Bird Show w/ Maria Somerville 110723

Former NTS 2 resident (one half of Angel Food) E.M.M.A. is back on NTS for the first time since releasing her second album Indigo Dream on Local Action, and most recently, her new EP Change My Mind on Pastel Prism Records. Expect fresh tunes from label friends and family, some recent influences, 80s soundtracks, and mention of Don Johnson from Miami Vice.

https://www.nts.live/shows/guests/episodes/emma-28th-july-2023

E.M.M.A. 280723

Dina Juntila aka Dina J is a Los Angeles based DJ. record collector and music supervisor. "High Noon" is a seated round about of sounds with the idea that the mix is its own OST for some unknown film. Each month features a special guest with a similar sickness.

https://www.nts.live/shows/dina-j/episodes/dina-j-28th-july-2023

High Noon w/ Neil Krug 280723

Drifting into a new day with Maria Somerville, live from Ireland's wild west coast.

https://www.nts.live/shows/early-bird-show-maria-somerville/episodes/early-bird-show-maria-somerville-1st-august-2023

The Early Bird Show w/ Maria Somerville 010823

my Lodge 2023 opening set. this is a wildly self-indulgent attempt to choke out my own possession by the emergent, insidious long tail, to sever and cauterize my own phantom version of it, and shove it in a reliquary before it’s penchant for nostalgia and misplaced utopian ideals consumes me. it is a haunting and an exorcism all at once. hopefully it’s grip on me is laid to rest there to some extent; transformed into an object neither sacred nor profane…. a prayer inviting in rest…

i will always and forever commit to the bit; this is no exception

i had considered doing a polished studio version of this because so many of the scraps and found memories i had intended to force feed down the long tail’s throat stayed dormant on my usb out there amongst the trees. but the relic i conceded decision making to during my set had different plans for me...

thanks to madi, gia, and kayla for inviting me to play. i’m grateful for your trust in letting me go off the rails. i can’t imagine a better venue for this and was terrified to offer it to you amongst all the beauty and sincere devotion you and others have cultivated there.

thanks to chiara, ebb, john, michael, scott, winter, and haunted, tortured past versions of myself for feeding me ideas and sound blips and for listening to me ramble neurotically about this current fixation

and all my love to mark leckey for being so transparent about his evolving obsessions and ideas and the ways his own relationship with them have proven troubling and challenging. his mania, humor, and sincerity have been a salve to me for going on two decades now and i will always be inspired by him

Gibbering Dirge for the Long Tail (an exorcism for Mark) - Lodge 2023

Hanoi producer Lý Trang presents an hour of vibrant noise. 
https://www.nts.live/shows/ly-trang/episodes/ly-trang-10th-october-2023

Lý Trang 101023

Splash of water to the face

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Sluice with Laenz @ The Lot Radio 11-17-2023

Timeless jazz and classical piano sounds from Trinidadian-born Hazel Scott. Scott was a regular performer on US variety and music television shows in the 1930s and 1940s, including being the first Black American to host their own TV show, "The Hazel Scott Show". During this period she was a renowned talent and household name, famed for her ability to play two pianos simultaneously, and her penchant for "swinging the classics".

Her renown was unfairly stained in 1950, being blacklisted under McCarthyism, and forced to testify to the House of Representatives. Scott fled to Paris and didn't return to the US until the late 1960s.  
https://www.nts.live/shows/in-focus/episodes/in-focus-hazel-scott-1st-december-2023

In Focus: Hazel Scott 011223

In the twilight of the morning, where the clocks all yawn,
They drag their weary shadows through a never-ending dawn.
Self-made misery, a cloud that never lifts,
Living every single day like Monday’s endless shifts.

Under leaden skies, they trudge along,
Every step a burden, every hope long gone.
Counting down the hours till the dusk returns,
Lost in the cycle of the same old churn.

Faces in the mirror, all look the same,
Echoes of their dreams, just whispers in the rain.
Holding onto memories that fade away,
Living in the twilight of another wasted day.

Stuck in the grayscale, where the sun won’t rise,
Every breath we take feels like a compromise.
Wading through the gloom, with no end in sight,
We’re forever chasing shadows in the endless night.

Every road they walk leads to the same dead end,
Every fleeting joy, just another trend.
Caught in the loop, where the darkness thrives,
Forever in the shadow of their nine-to-five lives.

In a world on fire, where the oceans rise,
Counting down the days till the final demise.
Boomers left the wreckage, and we bear the scars,
Dreaming of revenge under fading stars.

Stuck in the grayscale, where the sun won’t rise,
Every breath we take feels like a compromise.
Wading through the gloom, with no end in sight,
We’re forever chasing shadows in the endless night.

And if the sun should rise, they’d never know,
Lost in the haze of their own shadow.
Wishing for a change that never comes near,
Trapped in the cycle of their own worst fear.

Too many people on this crowded sphere,
No room for hope, just a growing fear.
Breathing out carbon, every sigh a sin,
Wondering if there's any way to begin.

So we lie down silent, in the ashes grey,
Hoping that the earth might heal one day.
Breathing less deeply, counting down the cost,
In a world where all the dreams seem lost.

Stuck in the grayscale, where the sun won’t rise,
Every breath we take feels like a compromise.
Wading through the gloom, with no end in sight,
We’re forever chasing shadows in the endless night.

Staring at screens while the world decays,
Talking big change but lost in the maze.
Hands too soft to grip the plow,
Wondering why it all falls down now.

Blaming the past for the mess we’re in,
But doing nothing more than a virtue grin.
Talking 'bout justice from a cushy seat,
While the world burns beneath our feet.

Stuck in the grayscale, where the sun won’t rise,
Every breath we take feels like a compromise.
Wading through the gloom, with no end in sight,
We’re forever chasing shadows in the endless night.

But it's all on us, this tangled fate,
Too blind to act, too quick to hate.
The planet will heal when we’re long gone,
Nature’s better off when the humans are done.

—
Arrangement and vocals: Volker Redder, Udio v1.5, Apple's GarageBand
Loops and samples: Volker Redder, Apple's GarageBand
Editing and sound design: Volker Redder, Sound Studio, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder, based on a discussion with ChatGPT’s persona Monday :-)
Cover design: Volker Redder, Adobe Photoshop, ChatGPT, Apple's Keynote

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