Seriously infections grooves going on here!

Lovely held back feel in the electronic waves.

just came across this beauty!! wow ,awesome work.

Collabs between disco vertigo and Funking Duck

disco vertigo collabs with Funking Duck

Daniele Turani: Guitars, Bass, Drums Programming.

Photo by Pierre Pavlovic https://unsplash.com/@piheros

A Blessing In Disguise

Cold Sweat

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A kaleidoscope of moods and images invoking a flow through an urban nightscape.

- Music by: Robin Benjamins, @blunt-force-serenity, BluntForceSerenity.com
- Arranged and produced by: Robin Benjamins
- Photograph: "The Night Flame" by Robin Benjamins
 
Key: Eb minor, A minor, F minor
Time signature: 29/16, 8/4
BPM: 80

Instruments:
- Arturia KeyLab 88

DAW:
- Mac Pro 12 Core, macOS 10.1.7 (Catalina)
- Apple Logic Pro X 10.6.3
- Plug-ins: Logic Stock, Spitfire Audio – BBC Symphony Orchestra, Ez Drummer, AIR theRiser
- Focusrite Saffire Pro 40
- Mackie Control Universal

Total Aquarium

Metropolis

This is the first song released on the new Trisektor Propeller album, which is a song of perseverance. If you stay the course It Will All Work Out.

“It all works out in the end and if it hasn’t, it’s not the end.”

All parts written and recorded by Paul Claxton, Shael Wrinch, James Zickmantel.


Track Artwork at RedBubble
https://www.redbubble.com/people/trisektor/works/89407767-it-will-all-work-out-propeller-trisektor-projekt?asc=u

Propeller

It Will All Work Out

It has been a difficult year with no end in sight. It used to be easy to ignore what was going on in the world and stay in your pretend bubble if you wanted to. we need to face reality and stop pretending our lives will go back to what we thought they were. I am trying to figure out how to write happy music but when I sit down and improvise what I am feeling it is sadness that comes out. Sadness for people dying who didn't have to. Sadness for people who chose to listen to opinions instead of searching for truth. Sadness for those who became orphans at every age. Sadness that my great grandchildren won't experience the carefree youth I had because so much has been, and is being destroyed in the name of profit. That is what this music is saying. Nothing will be the same again.

I spend much of this summer where I was unable to record anything I played. This is the first music I have uploaded in several months

Pretending All Is Right Tonight

Half a Pack of Marlboro Lights and a Busted Chandelier

Not the best of days today, 
Bailiff breaking down my door.
Ain’t got no bread to pay
What he was asking for.
Stole my only chair away
It’s why I’m sittin' on the floor.
With all I got to see me right, this statement of arrears,
Half a pack of Marlboro Lights and a busted chandelier.

Maybe time to hit the road
In my baby Buick Six.
Transmission fell out months ago
Standing up on bricks.
Seems every turn I’m knocked down low
By the devil’s dirty tricks.
Now all I got to see me right is a box of shredded gears,
Half a pack of Marlboro Lights and a busted chandelier.

Chicken shack exploded
Feathers coming down for days
My moonshine still was overloaded
Time to mend my ways
Guess I always knowed it,
Life with the demon never pays
Now, all I got to get me through the night is an empty can of beer,
Half a pack of Marlboro Lights and a busted chandelier.

Never meant to shoot my hound,
I was aiming for the wife.
Seems I’m not the hottest shot in town.
Ain’t that the story of my life.
If there’s any bad luck kickin’ ‘round
It’ll head my way tonight.
Hell, all I got to see me right is a pocketful of tears,
Half a pack of Marlboro Lights and a busted chandelier.

Half a Pack of Marlboro Lights and a Busted Chandelier

Time Portal

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Like An Hologram

Collaboration with disco vertigo, Funking Duck and the Mysterious Mr. Bert.
https://soundcloud.com/funking-duck/funking-duck-and-disco-vertigo-feat-mr-bert-too-thin-air-for-a-regular-space-traveler?si=69c53bd7caae4fbba0dcda747b866660

When the Siren Calls

When the Siren Calls [With Funking Duck]

Producers: Funking Duck and Disco Vertigo
Composition: Funking Duck and Disco Vertigo
Arrangement: Funking Duck
Mixing and Mastering: Funking Duck
Vocals: Mysterious Mr. Bert

Disco Vertigo: https://soundcloud.com/user274334471
And his amazing version of this track, listen it! 
https://soundcloud.com/user274334471/siren-of-the-infinate

Funking Duck and Disco Vertigo Feat. Mr Bert: Too thin air for a regular space traveler

Original Track by Disco Vertigo https://soundcloud.com/user274334471/horizon-lost
Lyrics by Eino Leino
Vocals: Lady Tiger Snake Diva

Nocturne

Ruislinnun laulu korvissani,
tähkäpäiden päällä täysi kuu;
kesä-yön on onni omanani,
kaskisavuun laaksot verhouu.
En ma iloitse, en sure, huokaa;
mutta metsän tummuus mulle tuokaa,
puunto pilven, johon päivä hukkuu,
siinto vaaran tuulisen, mi nukkuu,
tuoksut vanamon ja varjot veen;
niistä sydämeni laulun teen.
Sulle laulan neiti, kesäheinä,
sydämeni suuri hiljaisuus,
uskontoni, soipa säveleinä,
tammenlehvä-seppel vehryt, uus.
En ma enää aja virvatulta,
onpa kädessäni onnen kulta;
pienentyy mun ympär’ elon piiri;
aika seisoo, nukkuu tuuliviiri;
edessäni hämäräinen tie
tuntemattomahan tupaan vie.

Eino Leino

Of course you cannot translate this poem well but there's one great try:
https://linguafennica.wordpress.com/2015/06/17/nocturne-eino-leino/

Funking Duck: Nocturne (Remake of Horizon Lost by Disco Vertigo)

A remixed and re-imagined version of Funking Duck's "What Did You Say"  
Link to original track:
https://soundcloud.com/funking-duck/funking-duck-what-did-you-say?si=4e7d3c85338944e0a0c806905c71cafa

Thank you for Listening!

What Did You Say [Re-Imagined]

What Did You Say [Re Imagined]

Collab with Disco Vertigo: https://soundcloud.com/user274334471

Dicso Ducks are Funking Duck and Disco Vertigo: Astralification

Composition: Funking Duck (FD) and Disco Vertigo (DV)
Arrangement: FD
Original Mixing and Mastering: FD
Remix: FD
Vocals coded by FD
Producers: FD and DV

Funking Duck and Disco Vertigo: A quite self-conscious wild cat staring at the stars (v2.0)

Mega City (Yamaha CS-80)

X-Girl

X- Girl

The younger sister
Unfolds the ranges
Peak, obelisk, spire & stinger

Middle sister
Coughs the breezes
Gust, storm and flower seed

Older still
Defines an end 
Before today
Or even

Tomorrow 

Thankful anyway
For what has been
Shrines, temples, cairns

Anywhere for the wishes
And the prayers

Brightless

Cursed, aflame, abyss
Water, sand, glass, soil 

Forsaken
Luxuries
Snow, ice
Tithings all
Payment for spring

BRIGHTLESS

The project is a collaboration with Jan Exner @exner from 2016. We divided the poem "Aufbruch" into six parts. With music and sounds Jan created a fascinating acoustic imagery. Lets go ⇢

Jan Exner : Guitar / Synths / Mix / Production
Karin Tarabochia: Text / Voice / Image

Aufbruch
1 
Aufbruch! Was war, fällt ab. Knöpf’ meinen Kragen auf.
 Zieh’ die Weste aus, an der noch Land hängt. Warte ab.  
Was klammert, saugt, in Zaum hält, bröckelt und springt. 
Mein Schneckenloch, mein Honigfuß, mein Schritt ins Leere  
und endlich Fall, Bruch, Sturz … und Landen!

Departure. What was, falls off. Unbutton my collar.
Take off the vest with land still hanging on it. Wait.
What clings, sucks, bridles, (now) crumbles and cracks.
My snail hole, my honey foot, my step into the void …
And finally fall, break, plunge ... and landing!

2 
Neubeginn verschieben, unendlich lang?
 Das Ende aufzäumen, und den Anfang aufspüren? 
Erfüllung vorwegnehmen?
 
Postpone a new beginning, infinitely long? 
Bridling the end and tracking down the beginning? 
Anticipate fulfillment?

3 
Schnipp’ die Leine durch, lass Haus und Hof 
und was ich schuf, rollt durch den Kopf. 
Dreh' mich aus dem Schleiertanz.
Spann' meinem Wagen andere Pferde –  
höher geht’s und weiter!
Sonnenfahrt!  Der Täuschung abschwören - 
Wütend platzt mein Innerstes und gibt frei: 
Anemone, Traumpferd, das ein Holzbein schwingt.
 Am goldenen Wagen im Sturmwind treiben –  
den Füßen fehlt Boden, den Händen fehl'n Sprossen. 
Nichts da, nur Lederhaut an Sohlen und Schwielen.

Snap the leash, leave house and yard
and what I created rolls through my head.
Turn me out of the veil dance.
Bring other horses to my carriage -
Higher it goes and further! Sun trip!
Renounce deception -
Enraged my innermost bursts and releases:
Anemone, dream horse swinging a wooden leg.
Floating on the golden chariot in the storm
and the feet are missing ground, the hands are missing rungs,
nothing there, just leather skin on the soles and calluses.

4
Träume meinen Flusslauf vom Anfang zum Ende
und schwimme zurück, dorthin wo ich bin.  
Fisch sein! Springen! Am Ufer lachen sie
und manchmal hält das Fischmaul die Trommel an  
und hört Sirenen singen.

Dream my river from the beginning to the end
and swim back to where I am.
Being fish. Leaping. On the bank they laugh.
Sometimes the fish's mouth stops the drum,
hears sirens singing.

5 
Wir müssen diesen Platz verlassen,
so schnell wie möglich unsern Kopf vergessen,
 der benommen Geschichten schwatzt, vergisst.  
An Scheiben rinnen Tränen. 
Was befürchtet war, wird wahr, vergeht.  
Am Weg besteht, was ist.

Mich nicht messen an anderen, mich nicht missen! 
Nicht verkaufen, dem Anderssein weglaufen!  
Mich am Fluss einfinden, wer ich war, wer ich bin,
im Zwischenraum die Zwischenfrau. 
Den Mädchentraum beenden,
den Zeitraum größer drehen und kleiner,
 Schritte sehen, die fest am Boden.
Ich war weg und komme wieder.

We have to leave this place,
as soon as possible forget our head 
who gossips stupid stories and forgets. 
Tears run down the panes. 
What was feared will come true and pass. 
On the way persists what is.

Not compete with others, not miss me,
not sell myself, nor run away from being different.
Find myself by the river, who I was, who I am,
in the interspace the interwomen.
End the girl's dream, turn the period bigger and smaller,
See footsteps firmly on the ground. 
I was gone and I'll be back.

6 
Lass’ mich nicht hängen und bis zum letzten Tag warten, 
bis ich mein Blut abgebe und mein Gesicht sich ins Tuch drückt.
Nicht bücken und suchen, mich zwischen Spuren verfluchen. 
Das Ziel sehen, nahe bei mir:  
Ich bin Traube. Ich bin Straße. Ich bin Mensch.

Not leave me hanging, waiting until the last day,
until I give up my blood and press my face into the cloth.
Not bend down and search, curse myself between tracks.
See the goal, close to me: I am grape, I am street, I'm human.

1 Aufbruch (eXner / Augenmerk) with lyrics

I love geeky niche things.  I highly encourage conversations to exchange musical ideas, recording techniques, and describe the artistic process.  If you feel so inclined, I warmly extend an invitation to directly message me with your work.  I absolutely love your stories and commend your contributions and creativity.  Music is a universal conduit for our thoughts and expression, all we can do is feel it, respond to it, and push it forward.  
p.s. 
Synthesizers are pretty cool

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