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Calm and Steady tracks series no. 571

created: 2025/06/29

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i looky good to you to me , broken melody  all clear

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Lonely Elk

frozen spring time

Photo: Spain, 2025.

Every now and then I seem to veer towards some sort of jazz house sub-genre and here's another. Think I just like recording the bass lines for these. This is my first track to use a hardware synth, a newly acquired Behringer Pro-800 which debuts as a pad on this.  

As ever, listen all the way through = good karma... thank you.

Drums: NI Kontakt sample pack.
Bass: Sandberg Elektra 4-string with flats through two instances of NI Guitar Rig. One pretty straight ahead and another through octaver / autowah, the latter side chained to the kick. 
Guitars: Suhr Custom Classic into some NI GuitarRig and Archetype patches.
Keys: various VST NI, Arturia, Karanyi Lofi keys and Spitfire strings + Behringer Pro-800.
Ambient sounds: some NI Kontakt library samples.
Mastering: Ozone 11 Standard.
DAW: Ableton 12.

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One Door Opens

05 DOOM 5. live recording

R-Black Opal

/сказка о потерянном мальчике - давно стала реальностью../
tell me...
Do you fly in your dreams as well?

lost boy..

such..
your eternal choice..

your wish came true.. -

not knowing prohibitions -
to walk barefoot..
along the edge of the sky

and lie on the clouds...

tease boldly. death is an adventure for you

..
you know - how
boys get lost...

and a scary fairy tale
- reality
- to stay on the island..

where they become pirates
or - learn - to fly!

and the sky is sad
and the stars are silent..

and you are somewhere -
there is no other way..

you will return,
but you will not stay..

and someone will wait
for you.

Peter

do you have the keys to the sky

tell me
where are you flying?

I believe -
that I was only delayed on the way...

but the stars are silent..

you are -

there is no other way..

Peter...

- you are running from love..
played too much.
to forget,
how you were betrayed...

you think that you are brave,

but you do not save yourself...

and time flies...

flies
after you - without knowing the count,
and the world changes..

and you are still the same..

you dream that they will find..
but pain and fear are stronger..

and
fly away
with the Fairy...
losing in
your illusion...

Peter!
where are you...
flying....
to the second star
on the right
and so on until the morning!

until the morning...



скажи ...
во сне ты тоже летаешь ..?

потерянный мальчик..

такой..
выбор вечный твой..

сбылось
желание.. -

запретов не зная -
ходить босиком ..
по неба краю

и на облаках лежать…

дразнить дерзко. смерть -
тебе приключенье

..
ты знаешь - как
мальчики теряются…

и страшная сказка
- реальность
- на острове остаться..

где становятся пиратами
либо -
учатся - летать!

и небо в печали
и звёзды молчат ..

и ты где то есть -
по другому никак ..

ты вернёшься
но не останешься..

и будет кто то ждать
тебя.

Питэр

ты от неба имеешь ключи

скажи
куда ты летишь?

верю -
что
лишь
задержался в пути...

но звёзды молчат ..

ты есть -

по другому никак..

Питэр ...

- бежишь от любви ..
заигрался.
чтоб забыть
как предали …

думаешь смелый

но не спасаешь себя ...

и летит время ...

летит
за тобой-
не зная счёта
и мир меняется..

а ты всё такой..

мечтаешь чтоб нашли..
но боль и страх сильней ..

и
улетаешь
с Феей...
теряясь в
иллюзии своей…

Питэр!
где ты ...
летишь....
ко второй звезде
справа
и так до самого утра!

до самого утра...

I had posted a year ago the row version of this track recorded back in 2015 (https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/bosque-redondo)
I thought that, after all these years, it was time to remake it, without altering the melody or the atmosphere.
Regarding the context evoked, see for example here: https://americanindian.si.edu/nk360/navajo/long-walk/long-walk.cshtml

Composed by Michele Ansani (2015-2025).
Bansuri is courtesy by Aahro.
Cover photo: Navajo girls at Fort Sumner, Bosque Redondo era, New Mexico, 1864-1868(?). Palace of the Governors Photo Archives, negative number 038208.

RePosted on SoundCloud: 2025, June 16

Bosque Redondo (final version)*

TPC SC 404 - Over You

//
What is Art? The Mirror, The Hammer // Buses The Floor Mix / Final Destination 
//
lyrics written by fictionalive / music written, produced and provided by mobygratis.com, fully licensed, and arranged, mixed by fictionalive // fusion of it all - fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports / fair use only // june 21, 2025
//
/
CRITICAL ESSAY:
/
What Is Art? Beyond Entertainment—A Manifesto for the Lost

Art, once the sacred language of the soul, has been reduced to wallpaper for waiting rooms and background noise for scrolling thumbs. 
We have forgotten its true power, its ancient purpose: 
to awaken, to challenge, to heal, to wound, to unite, to divide, 
to make us feel, to force us to think.

What is art? 
Art is the mirror and the hammer. It reflects our world, but also shapes it. It is the question and the answer, the cry and the comfort. Art is the voice of the voiceless, the protest of the oppressed, the laughter of children, the tears of the lonely. It is the coded message smuggled past the censors, the mural on the crumbling wall, the song that echoes in the darkness.

The deeper meaning? 
Art is the search for meaning in a world that resists it. It is the bridge between the finite and the infinite, the mortal and the divine. It is the act of creation, the defiance of oblivion. When we make art, we say: "I was here. I felt. I mattered."

Its purpose? 
Not to entertain, but to ignite. Not to numb, but to awaken. Not to decorate, but to disturb. Art’s true purpose is revolution—of the mind, of the heart, of society itself.
/
/
II. PAMPHLET:

TO THE HUMANOIDS DRIFTING INTO THE VOID
Wake up! 
You scroll, you swipe, you laugh at the meme, you forget the painting. 
You hum the jingle, but you cannot recall the protest song. 
You have traded the fire of creation for the flicker of a screen.
Art is not your sedative.
 It is your alarm clock. It is the storm that shakes you from slumber. 
It is the howl in the night that reminds you: you are alive.
Reclaim art. Demand more. 
Seek the works that unsettle you. 
Create the things that frighten you. 
Let art be your compass out of the abyss.
/
/
III. POEM:

The Cry for Revolution
Art is not a lullaby, but a battle cry. 
Not a curtain drawn, but a window shattered.
Raise your brushes, your pens, your voices— 
let them be swords against the silence. 
Let color bleed and music roar, 
let words ignite the sleeping core.
We are not here to entertain, 
but to awaken the world again.
/
/
IV. FINAL CALL

Captain, the time is now. 
Let us slice through the numbness 
and reclaim the purpose of art. 
Let us create, disturb, awaken, 
and remind the world: 
Art is the revolution. Art is the meaning. Art is the fire.
/
/
//

What is Art? The Mirror, The Hammer // Buses The Floor Mix / Final Destination

rainbow of emotions

Chills (2025) Remastered

Morgentau

Sanft legt sich Tau auf Blätter nieder, ein silberner Schleier, kühl und klar. Die Nacht vergeht, es tönt ein Lieder, der Morgen grüßt so wunderbar.

Die Tropfen glänzen, funkeln, fließen, wie Perlen auf dem grünen Kleid. Sie spiegeln Licht in sanften Priesen, ein Tanz der Zeit, ein Traum so weit.

Die Sonne küsst die feuchten Wiesen, verwandelt Tau in goldnen Glanz. Ein neuer Tag beginnt zu sprießen, im Morgenlicht, im Lebensstanz.

💧

Morning dew

Dew gently settles on leaves, a silvery veil, cool and clear. The night fades, a song sounds, the morning greets so wonderfully.

The drops shine, sparkle, flow like pearls on the green dress. They reflect light in gentle prisms, a dance of time, a dream so far.

The sun kisses the damp meadows, transforming dew into a golden glow. A new day begins to sprout, in the morning light, in the dance of life.

Morning Dew

Shine, Shattered captures the moment when brilliance fractures—wrapped in a haze of retro synths and dark textures.Bouncy, analog-inspired electronic tones dance over shadowy undercurrents, evoking a broken yet beautiful vision of a forgotten future.The contrast between rhythmic playfulness and atmospheric melancholy defines this dark retro-electronic track.

Shine, Shattered

Attempt on this inspirational track: https://soundcloud.com/petrus-major/kalia-beach-personal
I just added keyboard and tenorsax, each in on go.
I recommend listening to the Original, which is perfect !
The image is simply showing the Dead Sea ... not Kalia Beach !

Kalia Beach by Petrus Major // Keys Sax remix

Breathe (Clip)

Defend & Protect

Brightness (revised)

When Noobly sent me the instrumental I was blown away with its beauty. My instant thought was that I have to come up with something as equal and meaningful. I had to write from the heart and I have always had a vivid memory of the last time I spent with a close friend a week before his passing.
 I’ve tried to paint the picture from my head into the lyrics.
There’s not a day I don’t think or mention him as it’s the third anniversary this year of his death.
He died of liver cancer that took him swiftly from this world. He left a Wife  and two beautiful young adult daughters. 
Rest in peace Andy my friend and I will never forget the laughs you gave me and support over our long 
Friendship.
Conscience of Kings gives you ….

The last time

V1 
You  opened the door 
With me containing the shock 
You lead me down the garden path
To where the sun shone on the evening grass
Giving warm to our last time and past

Ch 
I just knew 
Its the last time with you 
You made it easy just being you 
A paragon of virtue 

V2 
You offered me a non alcoholic beer
Like it was the way forward from here
So we touched glass and said our final cheers ……
Me in my T-shirt & shorts you layered up to contain the warmth 
We drank we laughed we reminisced about our stupid past.
I will always be grateful for memories that always last

I just knew it was the last time with you……repeat

Ch 
I just knew 
Its the last time with you 
You made it easy just being you 
A  paragon of virtue 

Cover picture a Noobly original taken by himself, what a shot.

The Last Time ~ Conscience Of Kings

A contemplation on what it means to be human. Lose yourself in an immersive soundscape, built upon a solid bass foundation and decorated with subliminally suggestive vocal lines, shifting hi hats and wafting, dreamy synths. Dark chill for the world weary.

From the upcoming album Speak Your Mind. Releases on all major streaming platforms July 20.
Watch the video here https://youtu.be/FqQRt-aYlPM

Speak Your Mind

Everything

Genocide, June 2025:
Israel is only the executioner, every nation which has armed that country in the past year is an accessory to that genocide, an accomplice, a facilitator.  We cannot talk about war crimes because when you target unarmed civilians, mostly women and children, we are talking about a massacre, like terrorists do, not a war. The people who orchestrated that massacre, in the US, the most duplicitous, followed by those of the UK, Germany, France, and probably a few lesser ones should be tried for crimes against humanity just as well as Netanyahu and his cabinet, because it has been going on for two years, generously reported by media of all kinds, so the enablers knew exactly how the arms were to be used, as a tool for revenge, domination, and humiliation of the Palestinian people.  The conflict has ceased to be about the defense of anything for months.

The parties responsible have made a mockery of decency, morals, fairness, proportion, or justice, not to mention empathy.  Of what little there was, these concepts will be a lot longer to come back than they were to be struck down.  

Is it 1984 already?!?!
 ...

I have not been able to recover access to my other account [https://soundcloud.com/ha-kekong] for a couple of years.  I have tried a few times to get back into it but SoundCloud doesn't trust me.  Same phone number, same email addresses, and they still claim that they can't verify my identity.  I created that account about three years ago as a substitute to my regular account which SoundCloud temporarily closed.  They closed it as part of some upgrade procedure in their system, the result of a bug that affected many accounts, about two years ago.  Since SC did not inform its users I didn't know if that was permanent or not, so I created that other account which I can't access.  Don't be mad if I have not replied to your message in the past two years, that's because I never got them ; ) ... You can always reach me here though.
...

This one here (957729823) is for regular folks.

I love you, both.

...

You can't see it because of the angle with which I took the shot, aiming down, but beyond those blocks is the sea.  To the left is the Mediterranean, to the right is the Atlantic Ocean.  No it's not Gibraltar, but a little bit further West. ... Actually I checked recently and it is further North more than West, I thought I was facing South when in fact I probably was facing the Atlantic ocean, which is why I suppose the waves were of a decent size where we were.
...

My face and the bike are a courtesy of Joël Vaudreuil
[https://vimeo.com/user8897093]  ... Merci Joe!
I then went ahead and butchered his work with a borrowed helmet.
... Sorry Joe. =(
...

I'm trying to promote what I think is good music, so if you want to help out a bit I'd rather you [like] or [repost] my *playlists* rather than my field recordings, if you don't mind, unless you are a die hard fan of those things. Thank you ; )

I speak French, so if you send me a private message, and that you are a francophone, please write in French, thank you.  ... I mean, you don't absolutely have to, but I would prefer it. 

All my field recordings (except for when I record a person) are public, freely downloadable by anyone who is able to click on the button.  I encourage anyone interested to use them in any way whatsoever, on purpose or accidentally. No need for permissions or credits or any other kind  of administrative maneuvers.
...

Anarchists give me hope.

I'm a big fan of EFF.  Love ya EFF.  (no connection with the above line)
... and of course Richard Stallman and Linux and all the others.  Bless yous.

Now don't be lazy, go find out what it is this "EFF" that I'm talking about.  I'll give you a hint: it has to do with computers.

You have a nice day now.  Hugs & Kisses.

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