This is music with a very deep meaning. I feel a great sense of synesthesia no matter how original the music is by the artist. I'm happy to hear such good music.

It's trip..oh~love your low&high vocals...also cool flow with Jo's deep touch🔥👍

This ambience is beautiful‼️ Creative work‼️

You are on a creative hot streak, this is absolutely fantastic, looking forward to hearing more!

the wonderous journey continues with it's intriguing originality and moments of beguiling ambience

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

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