Name: Crumbling Walls; Inch by Inch, Row by Row by Wilhelm Matthies
Duration: 3 min 25 s
Description: Processed improvisation using the Kokeka and Logic Pro 9.

such sound...you have nice listening skills..great

@kamikuma: thanks for listening and for leaving specific comments. The subtle percussion that you heard may be plastic bags that I crumpled and uncrumpled at different rates, then time stretched a bit. I am a fan of using any sound source to make music!

Amazing sound! So many beautiful textures!
Walking in a desert with no prospects, and a big sun on head... my feeling! 

I like your work very much, Wilhelm - peace from Bavaria, Axel

very interesting sounds Wilhelm. Could you describe your process in a few words? are these field recordings mixed with violin and stuff?

Processed improvisation using the Kokeka and Logic Pro 9.

Crumbling Walls; Inch by Inch, Row by Row

Music:  PJ Project & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocal:  Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix:  PJ Project

Lyrics:

So much to catch up on
Some of it never gets done
Time is too short, passes to quickly
suddenly the day is gone

It will be fine, it will be okey
Just speak up
And the help is on the way

People fussing, children shouting
So much noise all around
High demands coming from all sides
No peace to be found

It will be fine, it will be okey
Just speak up
And the help is on the way

Life is short, use it well
There is so much to gain
By slowing down, take a break
Time will pass anyway

It will be fine, it will be okey
Just speak up
And the help is on the way

It Will Be Fine   W/PJ Project

https://soundcloud.com/noxpox14/noxpox-the-missing-solo-in-search-of-some-addings?in=noxpox14/sets/noxpox-the-missing-solo-in

original tack: noxpox
feedback processing, gen-piano and vibres: LyserGSis
artwork: Astarte23

Miss Soloing... (noxpox - Missing Solo Remix)

V-Life is not in Vain

Band 4

Poetry by Jeff Gburek & Ahmad Almallah ("A poem for Gaza, a pome for Palestine) voiced by Jeff Gburek. Music: melodica loop layers, prepared guitar, zither by Jeff Gburek

abyss or kiss in the shadows
beneath the dust the stone
from the once hanging window
where your eyes will hover forever
within my piece of endlessness
although your eradication is utter
and my grief secondary to yours
who crumble upon the ground
& only through the one
nearest so dear to me can I
fathom the absence
fracturing my sentence
I the landless who know daily
what they seek to take away
from the likes of you
and I see those eyes
you seek with your own
as if the only grace I've known
were blown away
by a ravaging wind

-- Jeff Gburek

Gaza, the last thing you need is a poem. Don’t say!
I have nothing else to give. A poem is a poem…what can it do? Don’t say!
But simply be like a poem.
You were an open land, and
your sea was no sight
for blood. Yes, once upon a time,
you asked nothing
of the world,
and it gave you
nothing.
Gather our words and toss them into
the empty well.
Screams don’t linger, but they do not
disappear—
They lodge themselves
beyond the ear,
and once they begin to haunt
they appear, they
reappear.
*
Corrupted by the attempt to apply logic
to the wound. We are all talk
no action!
We all know, that talk is talk
that’s why no one
listens.
Reality wounds can’t be mended by
thoughts. We all know—
Don’t keep me in your prayers, and please
spare me the guilt.
Where can the eye rest on the sight –
screaming children?
*
I want my words to spill blood and when I say
that once upon a time…
I want you to cringe
because this land has only one name—
and its people are only
its people
Call them what you may, that doesn’t change a thing—they too disappear
and they too will reappear—
*
Once upon a time, Gaza,
there was no need for anyone to give you any
empty words, like this poem. Your only hope
is to look us straight in the eye, and say once more, that you were,
and are, once upon a time.

– Ahmed Almallah

Casa Mia, Casa Tua, Non C'e Differenza

This song was recorded as a collaboration between two home studios. My friend Greg Bartlett played drums. My friend Dean Constance played bass.

The Serpent & The Bellman

Afro-funk II

The Lantern Fouling the Brittle Air, Listening to the Dog and the Echo

method: first, I created a shaman-monk-version (mostly ‚Gregorian‘ voice and jaw harp) on cassette tape (this is where some of the noise - especially in the first section - derives from) and zoom r20 with a vacuum-tube pre-amp for the voice ….. all of which I then treated like a field recording sample in Samplitude - sculpting it with vst instruments and effects. 
narration: it feels like I have sonified this poem a million times before …. which might be the case because I have lived through it that often - I and others I dearly care for …. but then again … I might have actually done so. it is also part of the cycle SONIC CASCADE published in  A SINGLE LOOP OF FORTUNES. Alternative titles are ‚TWO-PLACE‘ and ‚04s SAMPLE‘. For this publication, I simplify the title to  ‚SAMPLE‘.
Image: copyright jo richter. you see some of the instruments used in the shaman-monk-version, arranged with a bracelet as though displayed in a museum. 

poem / copyright jo richter:

two-place sleeps on the ground
and still doesn‘t know where it is -
all of its strings sound sound
in heaven-hellish bliss -
nothing, it says, goes amiss
that doesn‘t want to be found

sample

Exclalone

I share music that I have made here solo or in groups. I am bundling my work with some online friends as a project oriented, micro-collective. We are happy to share with you!

https://darkpebble-bluewave.bandcamp.com/

Wilhelm Mattthies, John Daly (aka Tuneind52), Paulo Chagas and Matthias Boss

Crumbling Walls; Inch by Inch, Row by Row

Wilhelm Matthies

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