Zwei Überarbeitungen

Eight years ago, I released “Kiwi” and “Gyri”, along with the other four four-track tracks that made up Minimal Tendencies, Anemone Fields. Three years ago, I arranged two new pieces out of the very basic harmonic and melodic foundations of both “Kiwi” and “Gyri”, respectively. After having shelved these new, unreleased pieces shortly after, some … Continue reading Zwei Überarbeitungen

Technoo 80

I threw myself into opening up before the world, to getting to know new people, following a genuine, truthful and deep impulse. And I survived the process (who would have told me a few years ago…). Of the chromatic opulence found in earlier compositions there is nothing left, on the other hand. The beat moves … Continue reading Technoo 80

Technoo 100

Do you remember your quarantine? Of course you do. I remember mine. Each day blurred with the day before and with the day after, and with the day after that. Here too I find no tonal hierarchy. Or just perhaps that which, as one might superficially expect, is often established by the elementary procedure of … Continue reading Technoo 100

Technoo 140

Distances have shortened, times have accelerated and our demands in this regard have sharpened. Multiplied cultural stimuli flash through our memory with little effort, blurred into amorphous balls of noise. Some of us, from time to time, seek refuge or consolidate the resulting sensory fog –we do not always pursue the same goals– wherever the … Continue reading Technoo 140

Technoo 120

First, I compose. I design. I draw, on a very small scale. The different lines, independent but ideally interrelated, ascend, descend, advance, recede, color, darken, relieve, distress, in the quest for broader, multidimensional forms. Or not necessarily broad, but still multidimensional. I prefer to take the latter as the seminal attribute of interest and, having … Continue reading Technoo 120

Here Comes the Sludge

As a kid, I first got into recording music using a TASCAM multitrack cassette portastudio. I keep all those tapes. And while their contents are not worth sharing publicly, in private I frequently look and listen back, beyond my out-of-tune and mushy pop of the time. I certainly am still fond of the warm impurities … Continue reading Here Comes the Sludge

An End

“Gibberish holds the sweet madness imbued with the nuances with the sparks of mortal minds, speaking in a symphony of mortal minds, speaking in the boundaries of thought. It is and reflect of paradoxes and reflections, a fusion of paradoxes answers sonnets in a sea of cosmic tapestry. Adrift in this ethere magic and darkness … Continue reading An End

An Oddity

It is intoxicating. These rosy fumes… Two phases merge, quickly bloom, but soon repent and split again. Doomed for days, months, and years, collectively they speak. Drink up, immature grownups. Continue reading An Oddity