Cafe Risque

Running Wild Running Free

The sacred chant ‘Salve Regina’ is a beautiful thing and to paraphrase Stewart Copeland and Caroline Shaw ‘...transcends religion itself’. This is one of a few rearrangements/improvisations I’ve tried. The harmony etc. is still there but the tele leads the way.

Salve Regina

"Up in the Gallery" (German: "Auf der Galerie") is a short piece of fiction written by Franz Kafka. It was created between November 1916 and February 1917 and published in the collection „Ein Landarzt“ (A Country Doctor) in 1919. The story offers two versions of a scene in which a young man watches a circus ringmaster and a woman on horseback. (Wikipedia)

The picture shows a section of: At The Circus Fernando, The Rider
by Henri Toulouse-Lautrec (1888)

Public domain translation by Ian Johnston (November 2003)                     


Up in the Gallery

If some frail tubercular lady circus rider 
were to be driven in circles around and around 
the arena for months and months 
without interruption 
in front of a tireless public 
on a swaying horse 
by a merciless whip-wielding 
master of ceremonies, 
spinning on the horse, 
throwing kisses and swaying at the waist, 
and if this performance, 
amid the incessant roar 
of the orchestra and the ventilators, 
were to continue into 
the ever-expanding, gray future, 
accompanied by applause, 
which died down and then swelled up again, 
from hands which were really steam hammers, 
perhaps then a young visitor to the gallery 
might rush down the long stair case 
through all the levels, 
burst into the ring, and cry “Stop!” 
through the fanfares 
of the constantly adjusting orchestra.


But since things are not like that,
(Since things are not like that…rep.)         

since a beautiful woman, in white and red, 
flies in through curtains 
which proud men in livery open in front of her, 
since the director, 
devotedly seeking her eyes, 
breathes in her direction, 
behaving like an animal, and, as a precaution, 
lifts her up on the dapple-gray horse, 
as if she were his grand daughter, 
the one he loved more 
than anything else,
as she starts a dangerous journey, 
but he cannot decide to give the signal with his whip 
and finally, 
controlling himself, gives it a crack, 
runs right beside the horse with his mouth open, 
follows the rider's leaps with a sharp gaze, 
hardly capable of comprehending her skill, 
tries to warn her by calling out in English, 
furiously castigating the grooms holding hoops, 
telling them to pay the most scrupulous attention, 
and begs the orchestra, with upraised arms,
to be quiet before the great jump, 
finally lifts the small woman down from the trembling horse, 
kisses her on both cheeks, 
considers no public tribute adequate, 
while she herself, leaning on him, 
high on the tips of her toes, 
with dust swirling around her, 
arms outstretched and head thrown back, 
wants to share her luck with the entire circus—
since this is how things are, 
the visitor to the gallery puts his face on the railing and, 
sinking into the final march as if into a difficult dream, weeps, 
without realizing it.  (rep.)

Up In The Gallery (Kafka, 1919)

Penguins Ambitions

Lou6's The Game Deconstructed with Llanpsych backing.
Great open collab offer from IPG1

https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/F3LoNkj9JADo4tho6

The Game Deconstructed -with IPG1

My new album  -  Rainbows End    3/6 2022
https://open.spotify.com/album/2MPPjsmufjUbUXOrHeA6Lq

Friday evening 6/5 2021
talking synth :Berhinger ARP 2600 Blue Marvin
the others Moogs and Novation summit
Photo: Håkan Skeneby
Kungälv (Fontin forest)

Dark remains

Belle on flute
ocean on ocean sounds
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ik23YWBJo30

I'm goin' down to the ocean right now
Headin' on down's like paradise
The sun hoverin' over the ocean
Waves that rumble upon the shore
Timeless tales of the sea

Reminiscing all the way
You don't need apologies
You can do most anything you want and it's ok

Anywhere you wanna go
You can decide the destination
Wash upon the shore
The wave around the bend that follows

ocean song

Nic: Vocals, Guitar
Krank: Lead and Riddum Guitars
MBL: Drums, Bass
Barthaarschneider: Emotional Support Animal Services

January Weather

From Tea Are Sea (https://soundcloud.com/tea_are_sea): Hello all, we are excited to share with you the final installment in the mega-collaborative pyschedelic fantasy concept album project 'Land of the Zed', from the group that we may end up dubbing 'the Golden Accordions'. Uziel, Stonerjazz and myself were involved in all 10 installments. We had other friends plug in along the way, including some new names this time around: Nic and Nadia Selvaggi. Special thanks to Jo Richter for contributing to the vocals as well. Thanks to all who participated, listened, and commented!
We had too much fun to stop here, so don't be surprised if we start another Zed concept album. Also we will likely post the full album on Bandcamp. Until then, check out this playlist to listen to the whole story from the beginning:
soundcloud.com/tea_are_sea/sets/land-of-the-zed
Cheers,
Terry
---
Jeff / Stonerjazz @user-911083679 contributed
Lyrics,
Lead vocals
Drums and bass during the second half
Background guitar during the first half

Uziel @user-455619833 contributed
Piano
Background vocals

Nic @nic_nic_nic contributed
Background vocals
Guitar during the second half

Nadia Selvaggi @nadiaselvaggi contributed
Operatic vocals during intro and outro
Background piano during intro

Terry / TRC @tea_are_sea produced and added
Drums-percussion during the first half
Synths and experimental sounds

Jo Richter / Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches @sonic-textures
Wrote a poem that Stonerjazz adapted into verse III.

Cover art produced using Wombo Dream

LYRICS:
I.
Amanita Amanita Aminita Muscaria, we're so happy, we're so happy yes we're so happy that your in the area
Amanita amantia amanita muscaria.
The clinical psychologist says it's in his head
that's why that boy won't get out of bed
He's dreaming of a journey taken to the land of Zed
and a magical Accordion.
Amanita singing songs of the land of Zed
singing songs in Johnny's head.
Amanita Amanita Amanita Muscaria
we're so happy, yes we're so happy you're in the Area.
Well two clarinet players named Sally and Roberta
and a monkey named Steve
came up to Johnny and said
"Johnny we think it's time to leave; we're out of water and we're outa Bread
and all of us are damn near dead.
So Johnny Thought for a moment and he said Okay.
then he sat down on boulder and started to play
that golden magic accordion.

II.
amanita amanita amanita muscaria
A crack appeared in the side of the wall
and exposed a magnificent Hall,
a fountain appeared in the middle, gushing crystalline clear water so sweet and so pure.
And as each traveler had their drink, they did proceed to disappear.
Johnny had a drink and then he woke up in his bed
in his room
in his house
in his state
in his country
in his world.

III.
ln ths welcomeless abode where tenants rights perptually erode
where bills are paid by humiliation and toil.
The air is full of burning oil
Where street lights outshine the moon
And dust has more rights than me
Awoken by faint sirens in the caccaphony
Whow is me who played that accorrdion for free
I fed the starving with golden tune and lifted up the many with melodies refined.
And hope spread golden
In keys made light
Humbled here and squandered in this wretched flight

IV.
Though in a way, this is a comfy place
And quaint.
And yet it feels like restraint that keeps me from the land of Zed
From where I wish I'd never fled.
How I long for how I yearn for rat and crow and monkey too
And even Roy who loves those blues.
And my accordion nowhere in sight occassionally late at night
Sings in the clouds and I remain within my shrouds
While smiling secretly with knowledge of a Gate
In my vicinity.

Amanita Muscaria (Land of the ZED #10) w/ Stonerjazz, Uziel, Nic, Nadia Selvaggi, and Jo Richter

First song written produced and recorded by Jeffrey Lasky in Twenty years.  Jeffrey Lasky all guitars.  Cover art and concept by Joshua Lasky

September Twenty-Fifth

prod. by me :)
art by me :)

im working for the minimum wage 
will anything i say end up on the stage
every thought i have i wrote it on the page 
ur looking for awards, im looking to be saved 

well,

*at least you got paid* 
*you a dime a dozen justice is a waste*
*of time, of your mind and whatever it is u crave*
*will any of this matter when you're in a grave*

not trying to sound lame i know its played out  
outside of me flat i see a van doing a stake out
everyone i see is living in a fake house 
i kna im schizo but at least i can make sounds

*at least you got paid* 
*you a dime a dozen justice is a waste*
*of time, of your mind and whatever it is u crave*
*will any of this matter when you're in a grave*

MINIMUM WAGE... prod. me

musical sketchbook
DIY, low skill, low fidelity

Up In The Gallery (Kafka, 1919)

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