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

stepping off the edge with desire
he was the flyer on perception's broken wings
sixteen times he bounced and landed on the ledge
with the shack at the back where the
old man sat on some wooden crates
and spoke of gates in dreams
and trips and traps and strategies and
cautionary tales about inorganic beings
and how to catch a rabbit or lion or a squirrel
with some sticks and strings

scaler field pt 9: Sticks 'n' Strings with Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

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



when the waves of silence break
on the dharma nomad's sitting mind
the daylight sleeper's naugual wakes
for a body of the idle kind

that speaks in riddles muted rhymes
and labrythene paths of jesting Joyce
where assonance stands guard and chimes
on onomatopoeic trysts.

For rivers run and waters foam
and dogs are dogs of many heads
no dwellings last where prospect roam
and liquid hope permits no rest

and the knowledge of the miserly
cannot withstand the yearly flooding force
and can and will and is not allowed for atrophy
as long as eight blurred legs still makes a horse

ah burning barnacles to make light
of tonal drylands and bold vertebrates
bridges? Yes, bridges burn for ashes flight
and sparks and bio luminosity and micotonal clefs

for those who walk the open scalar fields
have guns that glow and minds to blow
for those who raft down rapid vector creeks
have dreams to grow and seeds to sow---

the scalar fields part 10: Vector creek with Jo Richter

Stephen Watkins -electric guitar/Sitar/tabla/Sound engineer(mix and master) @texmex-shaman
Mark j Brewer-Bass guitar
jeff gardiner acoustic guitar/lyrics/vocals/artwork(Edgar the Cat)

Purgatory path by j. gardiner


there's really nothing left to say
but i'm going to say it anyway
thought i heard a whisper of the truth
but it didn't matter like i thought i might

Could have been an echo or the humming of a sharpened blade of steel
sliding in the rails of Revolution, the hounds are on the loose, they're on the trail.
The inhabitants are stark raving mad, this is documented well-

Fallen back to when the Radio played Paradise
falling into you, falling into you, i can't stop,i can't stop
i can't stop falling down the rabbit hole of passionate replys
i didn't even know, i didn't even know
that i was broken
till i found some bits of me, lying on the sacred ground in a dusty field, in a fever dream
just this side of town...  every time he turns around,he doesn't even know what he is feeling disconnected from
he only finds that he is further down the purgatory path
still hoping for some Reverie
even though it's no longer free
but just this Now in the evening's quiet Twilight
all concerns appear as superficial, like she said,"the more i learn, the less i know" and i concur--

I Concur with TexMex Shaman & MJ Brewer

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
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter @sonic-textures
image: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
for a change and despite the title, this one is instrumental only

The scalar field pt 11-Vocal Beads-with Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

this is an open collaboration based on Jo's Lovely poem,vocals, and drumbeats @sonic-textures- I added some acoustic guitar and some FX  and grew those sunflowers--

nettle seeds (copyright Jo Richter)

he got locked out of her garden
before this springtime's floral bloom
as he saw her soft glance harden
saw different patterns on her loom

he found some fallow, barren wasteland
on a hill of thistles, nettles
to cultivate defiant plants and
to get scarred by willful brambles

go feed on nettle seed
thistle oil and fibre weed
there is nothing else you need
nutrient rich and bittersweet

haggard, thin and somewhat healthy
his medicine was on demand
to overcome fatigue and palsy
when there is nothing left to want

go feed on nettle seed
thistle oil and fibre weed
there is nothing else you need
nutrient rich and bitterswee

Nettle Seed-with Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

This is the 12th in the Scalar series--the genius of Jo Richter thruout again finds it's voice here--These works are slowly migrating to a stonerjazz/bandcamp album, more for the practical reason of time constraints on my part and of course a way to present them in a chronilogical order and all in one place(it will eventually dissappear from my page completely)--Jo has also made a playlist where you can hear them in order in case you want to pop some popcorn and a beer or some other relaxing beverages and snacks and hear the whole thing in order soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields in either or all scenerios, we hope you enjoy our poetry and music-- jeff g
lyrics: jo richter and jeff gardiner
everything sound - yes, everything! - and premix : jeff gardiner
image, eventual modulation and mix: jo richter

sitting ducks and circling eagles
do not a whole existence make
he told me as I listened listless
tired drained by his insistence
that I would have to be alert
to push past the break
and be clear enough
to find my hands in dreams
and speak in fluent Nirwanese
in Dada-lekt the verses back
from me to him
that he had taught me while I was not aware

and not-I sat without an ear
in the round of ember eyes still glistening
for both are made of themselves
each other and of fear
but the duck will have to feather up and fly
and the eagle will go hungry as it passes by
this he told me cunning, sly
on this I will rely
not now but when
time runs dry.....

scalar fields pt 12: glitchy glyphs-with Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

words, sounds and composition: jeff gardiner and jo richter(@sonic-textures)

Jeff and I both feel the grieve of letting go. In times like these, though, it might be wiser to move unpredictably. Our special thanks go to the memory of Carlos Castaneda, whose novels and gesta and concepts of reality had had quite an impression on our respective minds when they were a lot younger and infinitely more malleable. It's been a blast!
(a note from stonerjazz) 
The photograph of the lovely bench taken by Jo reminds me of the conversations between Carlos Casteneda and Juan Matus while sitting on benches in city parks  about Magic and human beings and the sheer wonder of this existence--the empty bench signifies  their absence in a most poignant way and the final installment in this definitive journey-- and yes indeed it has been a Blast!:)
please find the complete scalar field collection in it's proper order at soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields and coming NOW to Bandcamp as an album too 😊

part I: journey's end
on the brink of sanity
patterns to puzzle a lot from
radiance translates as "shree"
illuminates the rhizome

as alchemists nurse sympathy
stellar drone and terran hum
dot the i and cross the t
I am many, we are one

and when the falcon's freefall flight
devours Osiris' agony
you sit, you breathe, you call it a night for feathers defy gravity
you have no name, you have no weight uncirculate demummified

Part II: journal's end
Even though, small and uninformed
he seemed to know and though he tried
to get a fix on how and why and when and where
Explanations, few and far between
appearing only in a dream
forgotten in the waking
while brains are baking
and crud is caking on the carcass
while it's slipping in it"s standing
exponentially expanding disappointments
take their toll,
even though, wouldn't trade
this moment for a nickel or
for anything at all
graduated, grateful, gratified beyond belief
time's the culprit
time's the thief

scalar fields pt13 Journal's end with Jo Richter

Time it trembled as it took a tiny step
then another and another and another
and one by one illusions crumble
from the precipice they stumbled

overwhelmed by solitude without desire
the beginning of regret eventually becomes itself
as the grip begins to Slip
mortality is anxious for an outcome

started as a crawler then a totter to a toddler
to a walker then a runner
to a sprinter to the speed of light
and further on and back again

eventually to the brink of understanding
in a moment of the ultimate expanding
landing firmly after crashing through the curtain
finding something unexpected and perplexing
in the ether south of heaven
in the ally of a backstreet in the Crystal City-

where we're waiting in the Q 
one and all for further guidance
impatient and inspired by passions
and the fires of the hearts desires--

in the Crystal city (Time it Trembled)--from the half life project on Bandcamp

Sunday Afternoon Jam (From the half life collection on bandcamp)

Not without a good serving of Nostalgia does this bus ride come to an end--Made such good friends along the way from Zed and back  again--My heartfelt thanks to everyone who made the music and rode the bus with us(on 23 songs in total)--a special thanks to Terry (Tea R Sea} , a founding member of the Smoking trout , a producer estrordiinair , foundational player and the rock on which this and these songs are made-and of course all of you who have listened and ecouraged :)     jeff g

After taking a break from this story for a whole year, The Smoking Trout is so happy to share with you all the final chapter in our epic ongoing tale, the Quest for the Holy Dumpling! Thanks to all who've joined us on this fantastic ride, as either listeners or musicians. See credits below to learn about the crew who contributed to this memorable final episode. You'll also find links to our BandCamp and our earlier album, plus Jeff & Jo's incredible lyrics!

Stonerjazz @user-911083679 -- Lyrics, Vocals (intro/outro) Guitar (intro/middle)
Tot - @tot-beat -- Beat & Drums (intro/outro)
Tea R. Sea - @tea_are_sea -- Beat (middle), Synths (throughout), Production
Nadia Selvaggi - @nadiaselvaggi -- Vocals (middle)
TexMex Shaman @texmex-shaman -- Guitar & Guitar Special Effects (intro/middle/outro)
Nic - @nic_nic_nic -- Vocals, Synths/Keys (middle)
Jo Richter @sonic-textures -- Lyrics, Melodion

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Catch up with all 12 tracks in the Smoking Trout's now-complete concept album, Quest for the Holy Dumpling: on.soundcloud.com/FR63a

Listen to the Smoking Trout's first album, The Land of Zed (2021-2022): on.soundcloud.com/WB34q

Find us on BandCamp! thesmokingtrout.bandcamp.com
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Lyrics (by Stonerjazz & Jo Richter):

Everybody on the bus, Gus and Stu
and some others from Uriah, too, made up their minds
packed up their kinds and kith and kin
and decided unattachedly to pack it in
and Johnny, all nostalgic for the solitude of melancholic bedsheet ascetism, said
"We should go to Zed" and smiled in mild remembrance
"I saw a crack a couple light years back in the space time continuum,
with a sign that read, Zed, 50 miles straight ahead.
We might get there in time to liberate my lost accordion
from the clutches of the local constabulary


Uriah had a riot
when the dumplings disappeared
trampled by the herds of lust, desire
lampooned by the nerds of rust and fire
gobbled up by fast food throats and street flock trucks
and someone farted, burped and said they wanted seconds
and that was when the trouble started and ursurped the mental landscape
and who’s to blame but some minions from that moppet, Alfred Rufus Smith
who to his simian bewilderment was headed back to earth
in that stolen starship that he stole again, restole and stole for just another time
(the way rebirthing beings rack up karma by incarnating ceaselessly)
from the only holy spaceport of that karmic spacelord on the potted planet
frowned upon by Gus and Stu and all the riders of experience on the nirwana bus--

--"And so it was , they crossed the boundry into Zed, and landed lightly on the purple plain
and when they did, all the holograms on board the bus turned into real Girls and Boys
Would love to say things turned out well but what the hell , who can tell
Uziel Wivress, Neal Nic and Nadia, jeff and Jo, Stephen Tot and Terry too enjoyed the view as the bus it hit the ground and settled down
in the golden grass near the end of June--
Gus and all the crew were happy too  having arrived safe and sound
 without a scratch on that sacred patch of rock in space--

see the tarmac flotilla in karmic espandrilles
sharpen their common intuition
and like expanding armadillos
overcome respective inhibition
and cross across the crucial rift and ,riffing, raft the cosmic shift
and wake up in the place where Johnny is remembered as the bringer of the dumpling holy and the player
of the  golden instument divine -till the end of time.

The Quest for the Holy Dumpling - End of the Line - The Smoking Trout

"more fun than i deserve" 
" stepping off the ledge with desire"
NEW album released 10/31/2025 SCALAR FIELD ON BANDCAMP listen for free or own it for the price of a couple  Frappuccino's   :)

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