Nighthawk Confession

Eternal Love

Tendering my confession in advance to the writer's besetting sin of oversimplification, I say: synthesizer technique has two main paths. The first -- call it the Moog approach -- sees the instrument as a tool for the creation of new (if you will) organ stops. The other, the Subotnik approach, is concerned with the generation of SOUNDS -- very few if any of which will be at all expressible in the notation which has developed over the past millennium and served us so well. The two approaches are not mutually exclusive, of course: virtually all synthesists draw from both, as their Muse, mood, and machinery may dictate.
As to my title, it goes back to a chance inspiration scrawled on a balloon at the Fillmore in '67. (Cream, Paul Butterfield, and Charlie Musselwhite, "Three bands for three bucks," eat your hearts out, endebted-out-the-whazoo youngsters!) It was a time and place where the most extraordinary things were said -- and more than might have been hoped or feared were even done -- but this wasn't one of them. But like the good man who can't be kept down (or the bad penny that keeps coming back) here it is in our present day. Lacking the euphony and heartstring-tugging of the Twelfth of Never, perhaps, but equally from that realm of the definitionally impossible, even for this age determined in so many ways to make 2+2=5.
To the technical side: all synth parts from my Roland SH-32. Rhythm (and Reality-grounding) comes from my African drums, assisted by real-world cymbals and the Yamaha DTXtreme.

the 32nd of February

From the album: "Curiosities Of Outsider Art" (Sept2025)

Lyrics:
I'm the dark prince
On leave from the castle
The wine was over served
Feasting on the metaphors
Operas left unheard
Jewel encrusted areoles
Glass bottom gondolas
The saccharine muses
Behind the literary personas
Will you share this fever dream, my love? (2X)

Your God's most marvelous creation
In between the inhalations
I'm stuck here in this tourist trap
On the Astral Plane
I have nothing left to lose
And nothing left to blame
Do synesthesia feelings
Have a similar refrain?
Will you share this fever dream, my love? (2X)

My European suits
I'm a gentleman of leisure
The sounds from the unknown
Message and receiver
The trumpets blast in the city distance
I'm among the bourgeois class
Napoleonic pursuits
Kept under wraps

You were lost in my dream
I had your hand
I lost you in the waves
You were lost to the sea
I look for you everywhere I go
In the rental cars
The midnight bars
In every future embrace

Will you share this fever dream, my love?

Fever Dream

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MUSE (cover / ME:I)

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sounds and photographic image: copyright jo richter (there cannot be any copyright claims to the words or the arrangement of the poem - quite in the contrary as they form the neural node of any perennial philosophy)

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