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A concert for sleep aimed at entering the subconscious realm of the audience. The concert occurs in a hall with beds/mats provided for the audience to come sleep upon and dream as the tracks take them from a layer of atmospheric doom to finally come out on the other side on a soft bed of tender synthesizer sounds mimicking the rebirth of the listener's new renewed consciousness at layers which only music can penetrate.
ICH ERINNERE MICH AN ALLES- PART 2
The Setting is April 1944 Czechoslovakia.The Soviet counterattack on Germamy is in full swing as Soviet Petroushkas polish everything in sight.Our story enters a small village in Czechoslovakia where the corpses of the men in the village line-up and a Choir of singers dressed in white chant out this heart-felt poem at the cusp of dusk.
The Poem is an old poem form 1944 that I found and composed it to be recited by an Estonian Choir.
This track would feature on my upcoming Musical Live Show themed after WW2.It would have actors enacting these scenes,along with props of tanks,planes and a war-like setting which play host to the wide spectrum of emotions which this Live Show covers.
PHISHING ON VENICE BEACH
"Gnarly tongues twisted within a fish's bowels, get unsnarled by a clinical knife which cuts through the thumb of the beholder with insouciance nonchalance as broken arteries squirt blood; which fills to the brims glass beautiful red wine."-
that's the brief I had written out while composing this violent piece with howling Orchestration and a swiggly electric guitar melody which tries to escape the tolling percussion and distorted synthesizers that make the melody run for its dear life.
Austrian Visual-Artist Paul Vormayr brings out the violence in grandiose fashion with his visual depiction of the music's inherent unforgiving cataclysm.
ICH ERINNERE MICH AN ALLES- PART 1
“He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby becomes a monster. And if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee.”
Upon narrating the fabled verses, Mother Island shuts
her eyes as the sun rises on the horizon and the first bombs from the naval ships bombard her shores, deafening all life-forms that grow upon thee.
The Track commences with the US Marine attack on Iwo Jima.As men kill one another for every inch of the Island,
we witness the Island’s Consciousness depicted as Mother Island here experience the pain of every shrapnel that
shred a man’s flesh, every mine that blew up men’s feet and every agonized cry and monstrous roars of the victory marches.
She feels Everything.
She Remembers Everything.
Faces of the forgotten,
Eyes of the unexpressed,
Colours of their monochromatic lives.
whose eyes never learnt to cry...
never knew how true laughter was to be laughed.
A second to remember them;
Before they get back to being forgotten…
PIANO RECITALS OF CONTEMPORARY CLASSICAL COMPOSERS: PART 1
Musical movements that cease one's bodily movements can little be known as Music.
We could well call them Sculpture;
For they sculpt our every move, clinically casting away all those pesky nerves, those anxious surges of wavering breath, that leftover late--night stress...
All that's left behind is Sculpture.
Sculpture listening to Sculpture.
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
- William Blake
Naming themselves "Animorphs" (a portmanteau of "animal morphers"), they use their ability to battle a secret alien infiltration of Earth by a parasitic race of aliens resembling large slugs called Yeerks, that can take any living creatures as a host by entering and merging with their brain through the ear canal.
PIANO RECITALS OF CONTEMPORARY CLASSICAL COMPOSERS- PART 2
"Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves; go into oblivion. There is nothing else. Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces."
-Rorschach, 'Watchmen' by Alan Moore.
The Hungry Amongst Us
Frisky birds scatter the greens
As distant flesh, sniffed by the hungry,
is wrecked to shreds, with nothing to spare.
A few famacious beasts,
caught on the fence,
wait for validation from
the queen of the dead.
Some want a quick bite,
While some men among beasts
want to marauder flesh in ways that
quench their very lust for life.
Maker Meets Man
Maker meets man,
In a markerless cosmos,
unperturbed by laws that
govern the laws of the land.
Unperturbed by the ways that
free will unfolds.
Come as a surprise,
if you may will.
is to uphold the very life force.
that governs our evolution.
To will is to
bathe in our own holiness.
is to seek.
is to be.