Chill 2

c'è in giro da tempo una nuova 'musica assoluta', astratta, che sta fra la cosiddetta 'ambient music' e la 'drone music', nei pressi dei cosiddetti 'soundscape' o, meglio ancora, degli 'innerscape' .. a volte ha tratti più 'cameristici', o addirittura per strumento solista, a volte è più 'sinfonica' .. a volte usa solo sonorità 'sintetiche', a volte invece anche strumenti 'tradizionali' .. ha antecedenti illustri, sia nella cosiddetta musica 'classica', diciamo storica, sia nella 'popular music' e nel jazz .. a quella soprattutto io guardo

https://www.facebook.com/notes/marco-lucchi/musica-assoluta/10155811583217624/

questo mese dedica speciale per Franco Battiato

"musica assoluta" (settembre 2020)

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Marco Lucchi : tools

track 1 of the album "The Summer of Love"
LAV 074
http://www.laverna.net/releases/Lav74.html

28 maggio 2017

"Per distruggere 
vecchie realtà 
ho galleggiato 
su mari di irrazionalità."
https://marcolucchi.bandcamp.com/track/electric-eden

Electric Eden

“酒姫（Saki）”

賢しみと物言ふよりは酒飲みて酔ひ泣きするしまさりたるらし（万葉集・341）
It is better to get drunk and weep than talking in a know-it-all manner.
(“Collection Of Ten Thousand Leaves” 341)

酒姫（サキ）よ酒もて日々の憂いに土かけよ（ハーフィズ　抒情詩・八より）
O Saaqi, bring me a bucket of wine and cover my sorrow up with soil.
(from Hafiz’s Ghazal 8)

Art work : Ventus17 (Pixabay)

酒姫(Saki)

"roaring wind"
風すさぶ外の面をきけば冬木の枝しなふうなりの徹りてきこゆ（木下利玄 1886-1925）
出典：『木下利玄全歌集』五島 茂 編　岩波文庫

The wind is blustering. Branches of trees are bending in the wind. The roar of wind pierces the cold air.
Rigen Kinoshita (1886-1925)

Source: “Complete Collected TANKA(Japanese Short Poem) by Rigen Kinoshita: editing by Shigeru Goto”　Iwanami Shoten Publisher

roaring wind

"Infant"
やはらかくをさなきもののおごそかに眼つぶりて我より遠し（木下利玄）
出典：『木下利玄全歌集』五島 茂 編　岩波文庫

My son closes his eyes. The expression of his face is tender and sublime. My little son has gone. 
Rigen Kinoshita(1886-1925)

Rigen Kinoshita wrote short poems when his infant son died. This short poem is one of them.

Source: “Complete Collected TANKA(Japanese Short Poem) by Rigen Kinoshita: editing by Shigeru Goto”　Iwanami Shoten Publisher
Art work: stux(Pixabay)

infant

Tunnelling

Some guitar additions to Tea Are Sea's track Lines Begin to Blur :)))
Listen to the original here
https://soundcloud.com/tea_are_sea/lines-begin-to-blur?in=tea_are_sea/sets/coasts-and-cascades

Lines Begin To Blur - Tea Are Sea collab

Buy at Bandcamp

Look at the Other End

“diary august 2020”
朝起きて買出しに行く
肉、野菜
煙草と酒も
曇っているが光はある
電話が鳴る
伯母が肺炎または気管支炎
心配事がまた増える
今日までに三百人が死んだ
部屋に戻る
鼻うがいする
カーテンの尺を測る

I got up early in the morning,and
went shopping for today's meal.
I bought meat and vegetables, and also bought cigarettes and liquor.
It was cloudy, but the clouds contained a dull light.
The mobile phone rang. From a retirement home where my aunt lives.
She may have pneumonia or bronchitis.
I'm more worried.
To date more than 300 people have died in Tokyo.
Return to my apartment.
I washed my nose.
I measured the length of the curtain.

art work: Gerd Altmann via Pixabay

※Piano motif is based on Tangerine Dream's "Phaedra".

diary august 2020

「敵」　北原白秋（1885～1942）
いづこにか敵のゐて、
敵のゐてかくるるごとし。
酒倉のかげをゆく日も、
街の問屋に
銀紙買ひに行くときも、
うつし絵を手の甲に押し、
手の甲に押し、
夕日の水路見るときも、
ただひとりさまよふ街の
いづこにか敵のゐて
つけねらふ、つけねらふ、静こころなく。
出典　日本の文学17　中央公論社1973年

“a foe” by Hakushū Kitahara (1885-1942)
There is a foe somewhere around me. He or She is hiding himself or herself.
The foe is following me whenever I walk outside. 
When I walk near a brewery.
When I go to a wholesaler to buy some silver papers.
When I press a copying picture on my back of the hand.
When I look down a waterway in the evening.
The foe is always hounding me. 
My mind never gets rested

Source：“A TREASURY OF JAPANESE LITERATURE 17”
CHUO KORON PUBLISHER 1973

Art work: OpenClipart-Vectors via Pixabay

Picture reference: https://www.goodeveca.net/nimrod/bowden.html.

Claudio Ferrari: electronics - percussions - vocal intrusion.
Alessandro Bona: flute - bass flute - sopranino recorder - reeds - electronics - percussions - bunch of keys - tuner.

It may appear that, in trying to make machines play games, we are wasting our time. This is not true as the theory of games is extremely complex and a machine that can play a complex game can also be programmed to carry out very complex practical problems.
(From the pamphlet accompanying the Nimrod, sold to Festival of Britain attendees).

Nimrod

El Sol Es Naranja? - Ft RekLoos?

Come with us.

Paramhansa Bob Smith: Voice, organ, electronic guitar
The Brothers of the Abbey of St. Lawdog: Voices
The Cosmic Bunnies: Percussion, strings, whistles
Fletcher Munson: Field recording, editing, mixing

The Mountain Awakens

Boson Spin - Ilizina

c'est l'eau qui fait la rivière ll

“september dreams”

綺麗に磨いた靴がほしいと母が泣く
姉たちを羨み
稜線の上の空
浮かんでいるのは月ではない
それは白い気球
白い果実の箱をかかえる手指に
蜜が絡まる
September dreams
My mother cries because she wants polished shoes like her sister.
It is not the moon that floats in the evening sky above the mountain ridge. 
It is a white balloon.
I carry a cardboard box filled with large white round fruits. 
The honey that oozes from the fruit makes my hands sticky.

Art work: Juanita Mulder via Pixabay

september dreams

The Reasons Why

return home
朧なあかり
夕餉を囲む
この麦どこの麦
仄白くひかり
庭に舞い降りよ
おまえは何の花

Under the dim light, sit down to the dining table with family.
Where is this wheat harvested?
Glow dimly white.
Come down to the garden.
What kind of flower are you ?

Art work: Juanita Mulder via Pixabay

return home

and it rained all day

We've all heard stories of various kinds throughout our lives. 
But today, it was a story i heard from myself that got me thinking. 
 
As you open heart, mind and soul to Listen,
I'll leave it to you to Imagine your own storyline. 😉

~  Gary


© Gary Courtland-Miles 2020
℗ Gary Courtland-Miles 2020

The story I heard today...

A friend made some suggestions to the mix, I think they were right

Storm Crow 2

Composed, arranged, Performed & Produced by Liam Boyle

Down At The Farm

art work: Clker-Free-Vector-Images via Pixabay

donguri(acorn)

Aquamanilia
獲物待つ人は筌簗（うえやな）水の中
I am waiting for prey in the water.
My body resembles a fish trap.

Art work : Screamenteagle via Pixabay

aquamanilia

"arpeggio"
ゆびさきで風おこす
白い髪渦巻く
花びらを散らすのみか
影吹き払い
ひなたをもつくる

わたしが死んだら
おまえは泣くだろう
涙涸れるまで
だが泣くことはない
人の踏む道は皆同じ
泣くのはおやめ

I can create the wind with my fingertips.
My long grey hair swirls.
Not only wiping out the flowers,
but also blowing away the shadows to
create a sunny place.
I am the radiant winter.

If I die, you will mourn. You will cry until your tears run dry.
But do not cry. Because everyone goes the same way. Do not cry.

Sadness is my nourishment.

Art work: Alyn via Pixabay

母に

arpeggio

Ashes
薄紅に染まれる骨を抱き帰る
花を買い窓辺に飾り煙草吸う
神の留守かなしみ哭くは己がため

アートワーク　太多和　浩

Came home with a box of mother's ashes.
The ashes have been dyed a light crimson.
Bought flowers and decorated them by the window.
Smoked a lot.
November is the month when God is absent.
I mourn for myself.

art work : Hiroshi Ōtawa

ashes

I am an amateur musician.
I make music with "Magix Music Maker", because I can play the piano very little.
The singer in my tracks is not a human being. She is a synthesizer software named "Vocaloid Yukari".