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The Resurrection Protocol is a visionary electronic music album by Brent James Schoning, performing as Brent Schön AI. At its heart, the project explores resurrection not as religious doctrine or literal event, but as a universal artistic metaphor for renewal, transformation, and the persistent return of creative life force after periods of darkness, loss, or stagnation.
The word “resurrection” is used symbolically throughout—representing the human capacity to rise again through intention, creativity, and conscious choice. It speaks to moments when light returns after shadow, when energy rekindles after depletion, when meaning re-emerges after despair. The album does not claim supernatural truth or historical fact; it offers resurrection as an experiential possibility available to every listener through music and awareness.
Sonically, The Resurrection Protocol blends modern electronic production with spacious, emotive atmospheres. Warm, evolving synth layers create a sense of gradual awakening. Rhythms begin subdued and restrained, mirroring dormancy, then steadily build in presence and momentum, reflecting emergence and renewal. Melodies are luminous and open, carrying gentle uplift without force. Basslines pulse like a reawakening heartbeat—steady, grounding, alive.
The production favors clarity and space. Silence is treated as an active element, allowing each sound to breathe and resonate. Transitions between tracks feel organic, as if one state of being flows naturally into the next. There are no abrupt endings or dramatic drops—only continuous evolution, emphasizing resurrection as process rather than singular event.
Early tracks establish a contemplative mood: minimal textures, soft pulses, distant harmonic shimmer. These reflect the quiet depth before rebirth—the necessary stillness that precedes movement. As the album progresses, layers deepen and expand. Mid-album pieces introduce fuller rhythms and richer harmonies, evoking the moment when energy gathers and life force surges. Later tracks open into expansive, radiant soundscapes—celebrating arrival without triumph or dominance, simply the quiet joy of being renewed.
The Resurrection Protocol avoids narrative authority. There are no characters to follow, no prescribed path to salvation, no imposed beliefs. Instead, the music creates an abstract environment where listeners can experience their own sense of renewal. The album adapts to context—suitable for focused meditation, background presence, movement, or shared listening. It asks nothing of the listener beyond openness.

Brent Schön AI as artistic identity highlights the collaboration between human intention and digital systems. Technology serves precision and consistency, allowing complex layers to coexist in balance. The human element remains central—emotional depth, intuitive flow, and ethical restraint guide every decision.
Visually and conceptually, the album aligns with universal symbols of renewal: light, motion, geometry, and natural cycles. These elements avoid religious iconography or personal claims, keeping the focus on shared human experience. Resurrection here belongs to no single tradition—it is the common spark that appears across cultures when people choose to begin again.
At its deepest level, The Resurrection Protocol is about creative responsibility. It asks: what does it mean to bring something back to life through art? How does music participate in renewal? The answer lies not in declaration but in listening—the quiet act of allowing sound to move through you and, perhaps, move something within you.

Feel the return.
Resurrect what matters—
again and again.
A composition of renewal.
An environment of quiet rebirth.
Music as the heart of resurrection—
beating, persistent, alive.

Ascend (4)

And The Radio Goes by Star System Legal

Woke up late, same bed I slept in,
Alarm quit early, guess it gave in.
Mirror say “bro, you look dead.”
I nod back once, yeah, message read.

Bank app load got me stressin,
Spin that wheel like a game show question.
Bills on the counter, color-coded red,
I flip ‘em face down, problem dead.

Dog bark loud, mom start yellin,
I yell “yeah” back, kinda lyin.
Cereal dust at the end of the bag,
I shake it hard like “don’t do that.”

Radio on, kitchen still lit,
Same song play but I don’t skip.
DJ talk like he been here,
Say “hang tight, kid,” loud and clear.

Life ain’t big, life ain’t small,
Just kinda there, that’s all.
If it fall apart, I let it fall,
Turn it up till the speakers stall.

And the radio goes...
Na na na na na naaa,
Na na na na na naaa.
And the radio goes...
Na na na na na naaa,
Na na na na na naaa.
And the radio goes...

Drive past the same old grocery store,
Buzzin’ lights, I seen ‘em before.
Park my car in the same damn floor,
Like the pavement know me for sure.

See a friend that I knew in school,
We nod real quick like “still cool.”
He say “man, I’m leavin’ soon,”
I say “for sure,” but we both fooled.

Saturday night, not a thing,
Remote control like a wedding ring.
Scroll too long, thumb sore,
End up watchin’ what I watched before.

Radio hum fill the floor,
Make the quiet less hardcore.
It don’t rush, it don’t explore,
It just play… like it paid to ignore.

Middle lane, I’m okay,
Same damn night, different day.
If this it, I’ll probably stay,
Tomorrow look the same damn way.

And the radio goes...
Na na na na na naaa,
Na na na na na naaa.
And the radio goes...
Na na na na na naaa,
Na na na na na naaa.
And the radio goes...

Stand too long by candy bars,
Two bucks left, thinkin’ hard.
Milky Way smooth, Skittles sharp,
Switch twice, blockin’ carts.

Clerk sigh loud, guy look scarred,
This my thrill, don’t judge my heart.
Flip a coin, heads or stars,
Either way, I’m who I are.

Life ain’t epic, life plain,
Same routines, same lane.
Big dreams ride shotgun brain,
But I ain’t mad, I maintain.

Radio sing ‘bout switchin’ lanes,
I sing ‘bout standin’ in the rain.
Still tap beats, still feel sane,
Some boring days feel well-earned pain.

If you sittin’ there feelin’ plain,
Like nothin’ lost and nothin’ gained.
Just know somebody feel the same,
Same small life, same campaign.

And the radio goes...
Na na na na na naaa,
Na na na na na naaa.
Yeah, the radio goes...
Na na na na na naaa,
Na na na na na naaa.
And the radio goes...

Written by Dave Solomon
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