it kinda sounds like Autumn Leaves and then again it kinda doesn't...  I hope I can see the tiny lights when it's time   This is heady stuff Jeff - more power to you!!!

Fabulous original sound! Really a wonderful progressive lines. Fantastic production!

You guys are on fire with this series, unbelievable creativity-- listening to new poetry from you is always a treat

Amazing vocal processing effects by the way

The last verse gives me an especially Zed like association

Wowzers, Jeff and Jo!  I was gonna comment on several things.. I distilled it down to @ turning that little voice off!! The one that says you may be a big piece of you know what!! This is some absolute amazing thoughts of existential experiences that only high IQ energy can understand! Not denigrating any who don’t understand or explore! It would definitely take me days, weeks.. to unpack the mystery of your lyrics and understanding, Jeff!  Poetry of @ Truth telling! Yes! This is a fascinating recording and vocals and @ lyrics!! Yessir!! While I love psyche music ( love this!!!🙏) .. I’m only ON coffee, Diet Pepsi, Coke Zero.. and cigarettes!, he and he and ha! Not a @ controlled substance taker! Ha!🤩..  I still @ hear and @ resonate with what you two accomplished!! It’s literally @ fascinating!! Kudos! God’s blessings to you both!! Genius level of insight and feeling and understanding!! I’m just @ here for some @ light beers.. and the @ Antipasto food!!!😂..  ha. WOW!🕺🏼🙏

Hey 8 is posted! much dope..If listen to it live..I think I will ascend to heaven...Amazing,J&J🔥

In the end, you will find all the individual parts of SCALAR FIELDS plus both versions of FIELD NOTES in this folder ; copyright Jeff Gardiner and jo richter

scalar fields - with stonerjazz

Artwork, recorded, written, mixed and mastered by Duke Keats / Connor Blundell 

Banjos, slide, acoustic & electric guitar, vocal layers, synths, samples. 

This song is about always coming back for more even when you know you shouldn't. or should you ? 

Marigolds are on the fold


a watery cannon mist 


introverted apple core 


compare it to the alcohol 


you always really want to play 


And the angels are all that's owed 


Blue sky suit and waltz


For she gives another glass stained kiss 


She's riding on the edge of a wisp


The boots are over bed of ice 


Fingers touch the leopard print


Love letters in a basket hold


A lover lends in letraset 


It really makes me get involved 


You always really want to play yeah 


And the angels are all that's owed 


You didnt really want to stay yeah


But the angels are all that's owed

The Angels Are All That's Owed

listen in it's proper order athttps://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharinghttps://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

the album coming soon to Bandcamp


So Jo and I found ourselves spontaneously firing lines of lyics off at each other on some sort of Mad poetry binge--After these Seething pots of words were left to simmer and percolate Kimchee style--a small percentage of the words and ideas got stuck together somehow and cohesion was attained:)  i then sent Jo another big  pile of guitar stems, 5 in all--
Jo at this point put on his producer's hat and proceeded to form all this noise and racket into a most beautiful series of tunes which by the way is still in process-- An amazing job !! i am honored by his efforts--pure genius!!

all instruments and voices: 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

he told me bout the trail in the tunnel
that I'm walking while
I'm thinking other people's thoughts
little voices
like your father's father's father's
farther than the others
all combined and confined to a tunnel of your thinkin
turn that little voice off in your head
he said

you may find it advantageous
in the long run
there's an exit but you gotta take it
while riding on the boxcars full of other people's junk
pulled by trains of thought
on shaky rails

the river rages while my faucet drips
consolation amasses around my hips
off the memory slide we slip
past pointers on the clock
ten times as tall as me
on the precipice of the sheer enormity of it

that old man who sat along the path
with bamboo cane and haversack
he said, while serving me
beans and rice and fruit and tea and bread
turn that little voice off in your head

scalar fields pt 2 fractal fields (1) with Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

listen in it's proper order at https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharinghttps://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharingoper order at

The album coming soon to Bandcamp

stall instruments and voices: 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

he told me bout the trail in the tunnel
that I'm walking while
I'm thinking other people's thoughts
little voices
like your father's father's father's
farther than the others
all combined and confined to a tunnel of your thinkin
turn that little voice off in your head
he said

you may find it advantageous
in the long run
there's an exit but you gotta take it
while riding on the boxcars full of other people's junk
pulled by trains of thought
on shaky rails

scalar fields pt 3, tensor yields  -- featuring Jo Richter

listen in it's proper order  at Sonic Structure and Silent Stretches https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharinghttps://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

album coming soon to Bandcamp!


instruments and voices: Jeff Gardiner and jo richter (and one outside voice generated via magix hub and some further artefacts that just manifested during the process)
further reading: How Forests Thinl: www.anth.ucsb.edu/sites/secure.lsi…Introduction.pdf
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter
lyrics: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
image: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter

whilst I was looking
for some kind of semblance
of something somewhere in the tangled undergrowth of
silent thoughts and bellow-voiced persuasions
that might be well described as somewhat sidewinded akin
to the kinesthetics of the barnacles and brambles and
cliffside-dangling while still clinging, perspiration hope
I met the transcendental hobo drifter
down in the scalar fields , tied with a rope
to roaming notions of delusion
and love and love and running from a mistress,
his or mine, known to be crow of crowleyan dimensions

endowed with much renown among the locals
for telling truth and spitting frogs
and hailing hail and splitting rocks
and all the while the transsedential drifter
ate from his open can of beans upon the pitted fire

and whispered ruthless, patient, cunning, sweet
on repeat:

[in the sonic version, the following
icaro is overlaid by a voice-
over explaining the term "icaro"]

„the tunnel of dances
the funnel of trances
the fuel for chances
the focus of tidal glances
paint eyes on your forehead
wide eyes on your forehead
so the jaguar knows
so the jaguar knows
that you are not dead
not asleep and not dead
not asleep and not dead yet.“

and all I heard and all I got and all I simply understood
was to hush that voice, that voice within my head
to hush that voice, that voice within my head

it was then I noticed, not without bewilderment
the wooden spoon in his left hand
a spoon not made of silver
not silver and not gold but wood
and it was then I very nearly understood

scalar fields pt 4: talons heels(reloaded)-with Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

instruments: Jeff Gardiner and jo richter
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter
lyrics: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
image: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter

in an accent long unspoken
in an ancient dialect
curses, blessings, symbols, token
the janitor, the architect
born to care and to dissect
and dream the dream of the unwoken

like a bird within a flight of thought
falling upwards, held within
an endless tunnel copper-wrought
bats, the arching acrobats and next of kin
to passage-dwellers of the interim
who cuddle up head-down and midnight-fraught

about to take flight to the light
like a silent spell and serpent word
burning brightly in the night
like a river’s moon shedding a midnight beam
sheathing the last, unseeing and unseen
sheathing the last remaining sword

scalar field pt 6: Toltec Heath--With Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

SOON to move to Bandcamp as an album or you can find it as a playlist on listen in it's proper order athttps://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharinghttps://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign

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 (showing this very poem on sheets of paper, in voynich minds): Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter

while I was snoozing in the scalar field
i dreamed about a maple staff
with inlaid gold and bone and sacred glyphs
it began to sing in delightlful shades of blue

like sky and water and turtle shells
and peels of strings of bells, wrapped around the waists
of woman dancing veiled in skanes of silk, all red and black
and oranges from the amazon
that orange meat, so juicy sweet!

a blade already broken, a token of persuasion
lving in the last creation
the actor trying out for all the parts
better some than others
clarity is something seldom found
just like reason, overrated
turn that little voice off in your head, he said -

redeem it when you find it if you're able. then forget it
then forget it for the favor of a lover
while the mother of redemption stands at attention
did I mention the monster, he's an alien
with eyes like fire, a liar and a loner

a believer a retriever with a pagan predilection
basking and engulfed in the sunlight and the scented artificial flowers
of he valley in the meadow where she's waiting
with the golden sunlight and mountain flowers in her auburn hair
writing letters to her lovers in the air;;-

the scalar field pt 7 astral yeast- with Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

Esta canción está basada en un riff de bajo que hizo mi hijo Adrián. En principio su destino era la banda que teníamos "Eléctrica Azul" y se ensayó pero no llego a generarse completamente. La retomé y compuse toda la instrumental. En cuanto a las voces, éstas son samples de uso gratuito que he generado para que se acoplaran bien al tempo y melodía de la canción. 
Para las guitarras he usado mi Duesenberg Palomo Red Sparkle.
Resto de instumentos con plugins. 
Daw: Cubase 14 Pro.
Masterizado con Izotope Ozone 11 Standard.
Gracias por escuchar.

In English:
This song is based on a bass riff my son Adrián wrote. It was originally intended for our band, "Eléctrica Azul," and it was rehearsed but never fully produced. I reworked it and composed the entire instrumental. As for the vocals, these are free samples I generated to fit the song's tempo and melody.
For the guitars, I used my Duesenberg Paloma Red Sparkle.
The rest of the instruments are plugins.
Daw: Cubase 14 Pro.
Mastered with Izotope Ozone 11 Standard.
Thanks for listening.

Canción de Adrián

A song about the walk to my heaven on Earth. 

HeavenOnEarth

So nice that my longtime collaborator friend @dough-factory has returned to SoundCloud after a break of a couple years! This is our first track working together since then and it came together in a really cool way. I was inspired by Ryan's electronic drums and bass to lay down some rhythm guitar as well as a few synth leads. Then he came up with some awesome lyrics/vocals that I think captures the vibe of this piece quite well.

Keep an eye out for more from us, we are thinking of pulling together a whole album or EP over the coming months.

Dive

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.  Featuring Hammond B3 Electric Organ solo. Flute solo. Vibraphone solo. Acoustic Stand-up Bass. Gibson L5 Electric Guitar Rhythm. Hammond B3 Electric Organ with Bass Paddles. Drums Acoustic Full Kit Set. Percussion Chimes Tree, 22" Ride & Swing Cymbal. 

Lighthouse Years

Jimmy's Place

Feel free to download it, chop it up and do what you will to it...please give me a DM so I can repost what you did...

Photo: H.Skeneby 
Särö outside Gothenburg

Psychedelic Dance ( open collaboration )

Dance Hall

SOON to move to Bandcamp as an album - in the meantime, you can also listen in sequence here: 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 field pt 8: hide and Seek ---Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

Nothing like a pesky raccoon to stir things up a bit… Oh, hello. Glad you dropped by. A raccoon, I named Bandit, has taken up a vacation residence under the shed here. It’s right next to the raspberry patch and apple trees. A couple nights ago, Bandit snuck into my small greenhouse, where I grow tomatoes and peppers, and made a salad of the pepper plants, munching one plant completely down to the stalk. Bandit also likes the heavy crop of choke cherries here. He also uses the back corner of the vegetable garden as a latrine, which last summer was up on the house roof. I’d awaken with a start to hear little footsteps running across the roof. Luckily no roof excursions this year. Anyway, this is a Blues song with some solo banjo. Lyrically, it has a couple of reflections about life, mortality, gardening, relationships and partner expectations, letting go of life dreams, a nod to Bandit, the wacky weather, and making peace with old age. And of course, there’s a fair amount of daydreaming going on, while plucking banjo. Hope all is going reasonably well with you, wherever you are on Earth, during this whirlwind tour we’re on. Mark

Back Porch Banjo Blues

Hello everyone,
this is the second part – or rather, another chapter – of my musical theater project.
For this song, I’m lucky enough to be joined by Sarah Paradise-Brown, whose incredible voice gives this piece a very special depth.

"Blood" is a song about a seemingly hopeless love between a woman and a vampire. It tells a story of longing, danger, and the bittersweet realization that this love can never be fulfilled. Between attraction and pain, both struggle with the desire that binds them and the necessity of letting go so they won’t destroy each other. 



Blood

Your scent is moonlight on the wind
A promise wrapped in trembling skin
I hold you close, but not too near
For what I want is what you fear

You breathe like fire beneath restraint
Your touch is warm, your world is faint
And though your lips could steal my soul
I’d give you all, and not feel cold

You shine where I can never go
But still I linger in your glow
If love means letting go of fire
Then let us rise above desire

Blood is calling from below
Blood is more than I should know
Blood would turn the night to me
But love… wants more than destiny
Blood is silence wrapped in sound
But love is where we won’t be bound

I've tasted death in every shade
But nothing made me feel this way
You made the world turn soft and slow
And showed me things I’ll never know

You gave me truth without disguise
A world of pain beneath your eyes
But I can't live with what you are
Even love can’t cross that scar

I want you…
I know...
I need you…
But we can’t...
So hold me once, then let me go
Don’t drink the love we’ve come to know

Blood is beating like a drum
Blood is where we both came from
Blood could bind me to your name
But love is not a thing to tame
Blood may sing, may plead, may flood…
But not tonight, not with blood

If I must live without your flame
Then I will carry still your name
If I must walk into the day
I’ll dream you home some other way
Some love survives, 
survives in broken light
But not tonight…

Not with blood!


_______________________________
Credits:
Vocals: Sarah Paradise-Brown &  Axel Menningen
Music: Axel Menningen
_______________________________



Blood

The Sailor's Tale

"more fun than i deserve" 
 stepping off the ledge with desire

I am overjoyed to partake in something beautiful:
https://stonerjazz.bandcamp.com/album/up-up-out

Jeff also gifted me a visiting role on his previous album: 
https://stonerjazz.bandcamp.com/album/quintessential

On his bandcamp page, Jeff points out: "This is the page where you can give some monetary support to me and the StonerJazz experiment."

.... and here is my own test account:
https://sonicstructuresandsilentstretches.bandcamp.com/track/eliza

POETRY IS VITAL

This threshold space exists for those who feel like listening to some of my quite professional poetry embedded in rather amateurishly recorded but judiciously arranged sound, a modicum of purely acoustic work notwithstanding.  Fortunately, some other artists have also transformed the symbolic expression of my words into the tangible beauty of real songs and soundscapes - just listen to Sympoetic Ultrasounds: https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/sympoetic-ultrasounds !

SOUND, SPACE AND TIME

Tend your listening senses gently. Even though my general approach welcomes and embraces lo-fi concepts like the precision of spontaneously occuring imprecisions, headphones worth their membranes are recommended - unless you like your sounds flat, mangled, battered and helpless. You don't, do you? Be kind to these soundscapes.

STRUCTURING IMPULSE

Due to the nature of "poetry soundscapes", your listening expectations regarding traditionally structured "songs", sonically purified "raw wildlife soundscapes", keyboard-laden "ambient recordings" or voice-centered "readings" might not be met. You will find some of those in my list of /likes/. "Noise" is a recurring structural element like any other. This is what this sounds like - within its own rights, limitations, tangents and interconnections. Sonic structures. Silent stretches. Poetry emerges from the gaps between the ruts, seeps in from the undergrowth, sweeps down.

CARVING, CHISELLING, KNEADING, MORPHING

A quick glance into my toolshed rests on Zoom recorders, Samplitude software and a dizzying array of diverse sonic machinery.

LARGE AND SMALL GIFTS

-----------------------------
Small Gifts

the less to remember, the more to listen
gifts from the ice age reverberate
a simple story, a forest, a coastline
entangled in silence, one starts to relate
---------------------------------------------

In case you have read up to this point, you might be a sonic creator yourself. May I ask you for a helping ear? Above, there is a tiny poem of mine that I do not understand how to translate into sound. If you do - please act on it. It is a matter of common decency, of course, to keep the title (Small Gifts) and to credit the lyrics to me (jo richter). And please do notify me of your version via a soundcloud message. One bewilderingly beautiful version crafted by mono-lux has already gone public, as well as an amazing version by cthonicist.  You'll find both in my playlist Sympoetic Ultrasounds. This is just a small gift, not a challenge - life already has more than enough of those on offer, doesn't it? Treat it this way.

POETRY IS VITAL
sound, space and time
structuring impulse
carving, chiselling, kneading, morphing
large and small gifts
poetry is vital

GENERAL POLICY regarding the use of LIKES, REPOSTS and FOLLOWS:
I like what I like and want to hear again.
I only repost what I've had a hand in creating.
I follow when I see directions or arrivals I like, not when followed (though I might peek in to get an idea of what your sounds are about). I have set myself a limit of accounts I follow not to be all too overwhelmed. Not following does therefore not mean I do not appreciate what you contribute to the enjoyments of soundcloud.
Do not expect other behaviour from me.
(jo richter)

scalar field pt 8: hide and Seek ---Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

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