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[latest record] cipher /e dreams


[track] wake up time

Sing a song for life in the morning
As the sunrise waltzes through leaves
Let all the anger and pain
And destructive refrains
Dissolve into your dreams

Maybe we’ll wake up
It’s time we wake up
Maybe we’ll wake up
Wake up time

The first thing you see before you open your eyes
Is the truest reflection of you
One day the first thing we’ll know
is a sunrise so slow
And a world renewed

PROCESS

My 66th(!) junto contribution was written and recorded on Monday evening 26 Sep 2016 while watching the 1st 2016 US Presidential debate (on mute, CSPAN only) with the project photograph (goo.gl/djQ31Y) in my field of vision on an iPad and a few glasses of Russian River Valley Pinot Noir in my bloodstream. This may be the most normie crossover americana country pop track EVER posted to the Junto, but I’ve embraced that side lately, perhaps as a contrarian move to a deep dive into the dark web and anonymity in the last year (as well as being the caretaker of a terminally ill dog).

Acoustic and electric rhythm guitars and vocals are organic. Drums, bass, Hammond B3, pedal steel, and horn parts are built from samples looped in Acid (total ~60 tracks through 11 busses). If you think there’s more than one human involved in this, I’ve done my job.

> 3/4 waltz + rock, 148 bpm.
> there are 27 figures in the graphic and the first verse has 27 words. couldn’t hold myself to that in the 2nd verse, but all’s forgiven.
> mostly a back-door tribute to Tony Rice’s version of A Song For Life, but not slavish in its ape.

Enjoy life, fellow Junto-ers. Embrace melody and structure every once in a while. There’s magic (and sanity) in the way a fifth and a third can play with each other.

Our world is fucked from here on forward, but fuck it.

:^D

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Image associated with this project is the (unintended, but used with approval) graphic score by Lark Pien.
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[track] the other side of the end

a sunny trip thru simulation theory, alan watts, and the watercourse way.
:^D

all the dreams have been blamed
all the sources have been named
there’s no hiding in the shadows anymore
all the ‘steins have been ‘stained
all the acid has been rained
there’s no overriding the code

[ch]
we’re on the other side of the end
with no trace no chance to defend
the true meaning of our being, friends
on the other side of the end

the simulation reset
everyone’s free to forget
all the ways we used to agree
and the lines of least resistance
destroyed by destroying
all the ways water courses to the sea

easy to miss when everything’s not right
the signs can hide in plain sight

[ch]


[track] europa sunrise [disquiet0236] (escaping earth remix)

extended remix of my contribution to the july 2016 disquiet junto’s collection of tracks saying “hi” in morse code to the juno jupiter probe…

original track here


[track] europa sunrise [disquiet0236-hellojun(t)o]

PROCESS
The task to create a friendly “Hi” to the Juno probe based on the Morse Code for “Hi” (…. ..) became the perfect excuse to duet with my Teenage Engineering PO-16. I’ve owned it for a while and though I am fascinated by it and screw around with it at times, it hadn’t yet found its way into the studio. Part of that is because it’s one of those pieces of equipment I don’t fully understand and really can’t do much with, but its mystery deepens my affection. Kind of like astrophysics.

In any case, the PO-16 generated all the Morse Code beeping in various notes around the key of D. The rest of the piece fell into place around the syncopated and stacked tones. Diving into my effect library, I found a sample of a countdown and liftoff of a Saturn I rocket, and the track crescendos around that. Built basic basic drum and bass tracks to keep it moving (one of these days I have to try to loose myself from rhythms) and dropped in a few sweeping pads from the archives. Ended up a bit longer than expected but there’s not much difference between 1 minute and 2.75 minutes in light years, you know?

RIG
Teenage Engineering PO-16 factory, Peekamoose Guitars Custom M2, SmallSound/BigSound Sparkle Motion, tc electronic flashback delay, Earthquaker Devices Afterneath, Strymon blueSky reverb, Line6 POD-XT, MOTU 828-mk2, DAW: Sony Acid Pro (Win 8.1), Mastering: Harrison MixBus (OSX)

PROJECT
The Assignment: Say hi to the Juno Spacecraft by embedding Morse code in an original composition.

In this project we’re going to send a friendly signal to the NASA probe, the Juno spacecraft, that just entered orbit around Jupiter. Well, we’re going to compose such signals. Sending them is a separate endeavor. We’re going to build on the “Say ‘Hi’ to Juno” endeavor, which had thousands of ham operators sending a message to Juno during its five-year voyage. The “Say ‘Hi’ to Juno” message was Morse code for “Hi” — that is, four dots followed by two dots (…. ..).

Step 1: Listen to the Morse code for “hi” (four dots followed by two dots) on repeat for a short time.

Step 2: Create an original musical composition that in one or more ways interpolates that Morse code.

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[track] Love In This Land

Written early July 2016 on the way home from a final visit to my wife’s family farm in Orrtanna, Pennsylvania, outside Gettysburg. RIP, Aunt Suzanne…

This track also grieves not for an America that was – but for an America that could have been.

A few hours west of the City line
About 200 miles as the crow flies
Your family farm up on that hill
A place that made time stand still

Where Saturday nights on the outskirts of town
and ways of life were hand-me-downs
Every sunrise let you know just where you stand

There was love in this land
But time made other plans
In time you’ll understand
How much love was in this land

Now we’re taking one last drive tonight
To say one long last goodbye
To the land that held your family name
Thru an America getting auctioned away

By a world designed with no stop just go
That knows you never miss what you never know
That’s countin’ on you to forget where you stand

And all the love in this land

When the radio starts playing favorite songs
You can’t help (but) wonder where we went wrong

The moms and dads pass’d away
The kids flew away on the interstate
The farm is now in other hands
It’s up to you to still give a damn


[track] Last Call Home

Out of time
This is my last call home

It’s a dream
to fall back to
safe spaces
where you never change.

Where soft delusions
tell you you
never have to
feel any pain.

Don’t lose yourself
in distant seclusion.
Keepers of the truth
never walk alone.
Out of time,
I’m done with confusion.
This is my
last call home.

It’s a dream
to find easy
answers on either
end of a gun.

Never forget what
made you you
and how we lived
in defense of love.


[track] broken heart > wasted soul

All those years with you on the edge of a knife,
so many dark days set the sun on lost nights.
I hope the great beyond buries the reasons why,
and you spend your life emanating light.

Better a broken heart than a wasted soul.
Better to walk away than to cede control.
Better to be ripped apart
than forever fixing holes.
Better a broken heart than a wasted soul.

I saw you leave; you had no fear,
just calm and faith and courage beyond your years.
Carry on as the wind that carries your tears,
and on the other side of goodbye I’ll reappear.


[track] angel let down

Don’t waste time on love with no return
Two sides always makes a third
In the end the sole unknown
is the worth of words
Don’t waste time on love with no return

I wanted that you found release
I wanted you lived in peace
Instead the world turned its back
On everything you believe
I wanted that you found release

An angel let you down
Tired of the work
Made a break for it, slipped town
No brakes no sound
Left no trace no doubt
Your angel let you down

There are no permanent stars
Nothing points us back to the start
No use for home
where you (always) lose who you are
There are no permanent stars

It’s not on you, It’s not on me
Light’s what’s blocked by what we see
Things as they are (against)
Things as they should be
It’s not on you, it’s not on me

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[track] lonesome faraway sounds

Dedicated to the memory of Berta Cáceres and to the ongoing effort to free Bassel Khartabil.

distant cries
of cracked-down souls
trapped underground
church bells at dawn
ringing for ones
silenced by crowds

high lonesome faraway sounds
filtered through the air
echoing off clouds
lost frequencies explain
the essence that remains
high lonesome faraway sounds

could be something coming
up through the earth or
falling from the sky
warning calls to stay away
no need to amplify

[ch.]

through a cone of confusion
lateral diffusion
jets descend overhead
truth blown by the wind
trains coming round the bend
you know how these stories end

[ch.]