#Trumpet Instructors

[veinsfullofstars]

do the CF!AU kids like music? 🎵 🎶 can any of them play an instrument?

They do! I wouldn’t say music is an especially big part of their lives, but their youth was definitely filled with it, listening to songs and dramas on the radio, catching parents or neighbors humming over dinner, or seeing the rare live performance in the village square. And, much like their choice in food, their music tastes are pretty varied, sometimes clashing, sometimes overlapping.

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Para Dee honestly couldn’t tell you if he likes one particular genre over another, content to listen to whatever is playing as long as it isn’t too loud or grating. In his own time, he seems to enjoy more folksy tunes, acoustic covers, lo-fi beats, or anything with gentle piano… that said, if given the option, he might actually prefer some natural ambiance or even white noise instead, as these help him concentrate better when he’s working or studying. Can’t have a lot of distractions when doing rocket science, y’know (though try telling that to a house full of noisy siblings). Later in life, he gains an appreciation for bluesy and jazzier music through Meta, though he can’t say the same for the heavier or high-energy recommendations he gets from Dedede or Bow.

As much as he passively enjoys music (and actually taught himself to read notation on a whim once), he doesn’t really have a knack for making it himself. One year, when a few guest instructors came to visit the village, he and most of the neighborhood kids got the opportunity to learn an instrument of their choosing. Para tried out a bunch of different options - recorder, piano, trumpet, harp, even the triangle - but quickly found that none of them were really for him. It was a little disappointing, seeing all the fun his buddies seemed to be having… but he’s never minded appreciating things from afar, content to feel the vicarious happiness of others enjoying something he might otherwise not. Perhaps that’s why he feels only fondness when - in the future - his oldest son is the first to start singing…

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Bow Dee’s tastes land somewhere on the opposite end of the spectrum from her mild-mannered buddy. Thanks to her mothers’ rather extensive collection of old records (and the occasional eavesdrop on her more musically-inclined older brother), she’s been exposed to a lot of different music - everything from hip-hop to punk rock to bubblegum pop to breakcore to disco - with her favorites being anything fast-paced, electronic, and danceable. She’s not as into rock or metal as Dedede is but has found a few good songs through his recommendations. She finds classical music monotonous and boring, much to Para and Meta’s disappointment. Her interest in jazz or swing depends on the BPM.

Like Para, Bow does not have a single musical bone in her little body (despite how much it absolutely loves to dance). When given the choice of instrument to try, she immediately picked drums, though more to create some chaotic noise and violence rather than music, and even then, her interest didn’t last longer than the first day.

They did get into turntables for a while during their time overstars with Meta, having seen many an interstellar club scene by that point and feeling a spark of inspiration they’d never had with other creative pursuits (something nostalgic about handling those spinning records). Despite the intimidating technical aspect, they mastered the basics of DJ-ing in (heh) record time, getting so into it that they almost considered making another career change… until their exasperated squadmates dragged them back to their training, of course. Just another bright and vibrant detour at the end of the day, but at least it comes in handy at parties.

Dedede’s taste in music has changed much over the course of his life, from a youth filled with his mama’s country records to the rebellious rock ’n roll of his teen years to a later fondness for bouncier pop tunes with a big emphasis on percussion. He says he doesn’t have a lot of strong opinions about music, feeling much the same ambivalent appreciation as Para… though, the heated debates he gets into with his buddies over who the best bands are, what the coolest instrument is, or even who can hold a tune better seem to suggest otherwise.

Same goes for the actual pursuit of music. While there might’ve been some half-formed melodies floating around in his head, the thought of all the extra lessons he’d need to take to realize them always sent Dedede’s motivation packing. He only took the class because his friends did and spent much of it chatting or dozing off, messing with the tambourine in the hopes of half-assing his way through the course. When he begrudgingly moved on to drums, he found he could actually hold a beat pretty well when he put the effort into it, even having fun by the time Bow challenged him to an impromptu drum-off (which ended in a draw when they both broke their borrowed kits). Of the four of them, only he and Meta actually finished the course with the other kids, with Dedede even managing to convince his parents to get him a small drum kit of his own… though, without the focus of instruction (or the constant encouragement of his peers), the enthusiasm soon faded, and the kit was ultimately left to collect dust in a corner. It frustrated his papa to no end, continuing to deplore his son’s laziness, while his mama just shrugged, a little disappointed but ultimately unsurprised.

Though his passions clearly lie elsewhere, he still dabbles in music in his adulthood, unable to resist grabbing his tambo when a party starts heating up or picking up his old sticks when he needs to to hit something in a non-fighting way. He even picked up the cello in his later years, albeit very briefly.

There was a time when music fascinated Meta. To be fair, everything fascinated him back then, but music especially. He’d sit by a radio or spinning record for hours on end, just… listening to whatever came on, even if it wasn’t a style he particularly enjoyed. He absorbed it all with the same hungry curiosity as he did books, captivated for reasons he couldn’t articulate (maybe it was just better than the ringing weight of pure silence). Over time, as the novelty of life settled into comfortable mundanity, his tastes refined, narrowed. He found a preference for what Dedede teasingly referred to as “old people music” - brass-filled jazz, crooning blues, complex piano pieces, orchestral performances that seemed to tell whole sweeping stories without ever breathing a word. He doesn’t dislike heavier or faster music - it’s actually rather motivating when blasting through the speakers of a training room - but he does get a small kick out of subverting expectations. Some of Bow’s recommendations do tend to leave him with migraines, though. He has no strong feelings about country tunes other than the faint sense of nostalgia he gets when he hears one...

Meta was the only one of the four who took to the music class with gusto, keen to learn as always and curiously trying out just about every instrument they had available. He settled on both the piano and the violin, already partial to their sounds and eager to make them himself. It was… difficult at first, given his limited reach and the complexity of each instrument (much to the smug schadenfreude of his more dedicated bullies), but the challenge only seemed to motivate him more, even likening it to swordplay of all things, in that both skills required lots of concentration, patience, and dexterity to master (Para thought it was a a good analogy; Dedede just tried to goad him into an actual fight with his drumsticks). He continued to practice even after the class ended, learning to read notation and tabs, memorizing songs to the point where he could improvise, his little flourishes surprising and delighting anyone who got to hear him play. His few attempts at actual songwriting were… not bad, exactly, just never quite reaching the needlessly-high standards he set for himself. To this day, he’s never shared them with anyone (not even Dedede).

In time, his training would take priority, and any interest he might’ve had in pursuing music was set aside. Like Dedede, he still dabbles from time to time, occasionally taking part in celebrations with his friends (even picking up the saxophone for one of them), but little more than that. Sometimes, late at night, the crew aboard the Halberd can hear a distant violin on the breeze, always gone when they try to find it.

Sketches started 12/15/24, finished 12/18/24, info updated 06/04/25. | Childhood Friends AU Masterpost

[dissonantguide]

Hm… Have you ever heard a song, that was so beautiful, it roused you to your core? A melody so haunting, that it sunk its claws beneath your skin, and seemed to resonate with your very being? Not something so simple as a physical body, of course. No, something much more inherent to humanity. Your will, your mind… For the body, is a mere instrument, upon which the melody of one’s soul is played, is it not? Yet one more avenue, through which the true self can be shown, no matter how empty, or hollow, it has become.

…Apologies, friends. I do suppose I got ahead of myself. I am but a humble guide, working beneath the umbrella of the Limbus Company, seeing as I found myself quite awkwardly displaced within their halls upon my ejection from the Library. I work here, as a humble music instructor; guiding the youth towards a more elegant sound. Hm… Of course, as a close friend, I suppose I needn’t introduce myself further, hm?

Aha… Don’t give me that look, friend. No matter how minor a key, even the emotions conveyed in such a look are a beautiful melody… And one that is painful to the ears of my soul. Here, here. Let me close my eyes, and listen to the words that have gone unspoken, and we can both rest in a hollow, endless expanse… And in doing so, I will introduce myself. You may refer to me by my formal title, that of the Blue Reverberation, however…

My friends, call me Argalia. And I would hope we’ve become friends, have we not?

Regardless, as an instructor, employed by this humble company… Here are the ones with whom I am associated.

Our first Gunner, called only for the Crescendo, would be @memoriesofcamellias

Our third Cellist, would be none other than @untilthedreamends 

Our fourth chair Oboist, @painterly-flames

Our sixth, the... 'elegant' Triangulist, @paintingofaspringsolstice

Our seventh, the ever raucous Cimbasso Trombonist, @wutheredviolet 

Our ninth, our lovely Spoonman, @revolutioninwhite 

Our eleventh, who could only be so precise, as she's our Violist, @shewhooncegripped 

Our Thirteenth, the naive Piccolo Trumpeter, would be @lcbyuri

And of course, their wonderful conductor, is none other than @ask-executive-manager-jane-doe

And with that… Hm, I do believe the song of our meeting shall come to a close.

//This blog is a parody, and in no way affiliated with Project Moon.//

//Beneath the cut, you can learn more about the mod.//

I’m the mod of this blog, you can call me Nana, since that’s the moniker I tend to go by. The best way to introduce myself, is that I! Am! The more annoying one between @inexorablyinsecure and I! Admittedly, I was feeling a bit silly when I suggested that Argalia take the place of The Red Gaze, but the more I thought about it, the more it just… Really seemed to fit, and seemed fun!

As for tone, Argalia will often times oscillate wildly between a carefree, aloof nature, and a… Menacing aura, as if he sees, and knows, far more than he has been letting on. The smallest ripples in the City tell him everything he needs to know, after all.

[pumpkinsy0]

If the Outsider characters were in band. Or music school ( present time maybe )

What instruments do you think they’ll play

Curtis gang

Shepherd gang…

Even Buck included ( I feel like he’ll be the music instructor lol ) ✊

i woke up at 3am, saw this and thought about it for this long ok hold my hand

two bit- trumpet or xylophone anddd maracas

steve- cowbell and drums (actually understands how to play it mind u)

dally- drums (im ngl hes just banging things till it sounds good, he doesnt care to read music notes or just doesnt remember how to and thinks learning them again is boring)

soda- accordian, piano, and cymbals

pony- flute (i just think he was forced to play this in music class, he wouldve picked a guitar), triangle, soommeeewhat piano??? hasnt fully grasped it yet AND I SEE HIM PLAYING STRICTLY ORGANIC INSTRUMENTS but for some reason him w a synthesizer gets a pass

darry- acoustic guitar and piano

tim- bass guitar (and harmonica!!!! inmates taught him that one)

curly- keyboard and electric guitar bc hes flashy

angela- tambourine and piano

cherry- violin and organ

marcia- harp and bongos

bob- cello

randy- viola

buck- seems like the kinda guy to know how to play a banjo and harmonica

mark- bass and snare drum anddd trombone

bryon- guitar

m&m- piccolo and or clarinet, ill even hand him an ocarina (loz ocarina of time i will forever find a way to include u)

cathy- ukulele and kalimba

[snail-raven]

Photograph by Hiroya Minakuchi, Minden Pictures/Nat Geo Image Collection

I saw flying fish! They truly fly. I didn't know they live around the Canary Islands until 5 min before the boat trip and thought what are the odds of actually seeing them. Welp I saw them at 3 different occasions. Fuck yeah flying fish!

This photograph was taken in El Hierro, at a depth of 9 meters. Source: Gobierno De Canarias

The whole trip I was snorkeling every chance I got. I saw so many different kind of fish, I can't even list them all; mostly grey some blue, all really cool and then I saw this massive red fish. They were magnificent. The males are boring grey, but the females are this beautiful red. As its relatives, this parrotfish starts as female and then changes to male. Right when I got on the boat I made a sketch of them and noted down the color and once I had internet connection I looked them up. I fucking love parrot fish now, it is from now on my favorite fish.

But not as favorite as Cuttlefish. A beach close by is filled with their bones (exotic pet owners know what I mean haha). I wanted to see one so bad and I got very lucky and saw one one just 3m under me. It was absolutely beautiful, I just wanted to dive down and look at it closer. In a split second they can change both their color and pattern.

A school of trumpet fish swam by us. My instructor said he didn't see such a big group in weeks. They looked really creepy ngl, but I'm also really fascinated by them. I really liked the ones hiding in rocks, just poking their head out. What more to say about the fish; Long noodle.

Source: Gobierno De Canarias

Another amazing colorful fish. I saw some of them monching on some algae really close to the beach, but also many of them in water near rocks. What more is there to say they are absolutely stunning.

This is just some of the marine life I saw around the Gran Canaria. I might make a part two. I can't wait to go back in few years and do some actual diving. This vacation was truly dream come true, especially after I saw a cuttlefish :33

[thalialunacy]

[a wee character sketch interlude for the @calaisreno May Prompt Party]

(1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) 26: manipulate (27) (28) (29) (30) (31)

-440-

Orchestras always tune to ‘A’ on the oboe, because every string instrument has an ‘A’ string. Oboes can play sharp or flat, just like any other instrument, but modernly every oboist uses a little electronic meter to ensure that their ‘A’ is exactly right.

As a child, his violin instructor had made him start every lesson by vocalising A4 out of thin air. Or, at least, attempting to do so; Sherlock has always had excellent intonation, but perfect pitch -- the ability to name the frequency of sounds one hears and vice versa -- is not on his resume.

So the exercise always felt fruitless, and aggravatingly so, because of course he never actually got the correct pitch. Close, and closer with time, but never close enough.

Years later, watching a tiny human named Rosamund drag herself to her feet just to fall back down time and time again, it finally occurs to him: That was the point.

-415-

Baroque: relating to or denoting a style of European architecture, music, and art of the 17th and 18th centuries that is characterised by ornate detail.

He finds himself in a tiny overcrowded music hall watching a small early music ensemble (3 violins, 1 viola, 1 cello, 1 contrabass, 1 recorder, 2 bassoons, 1 trumpet, 1 harpsichord, and 1 very murderous theorbo player) and it takes him far too long to realise why he's uncomfortable. Why there is a little twitch below his left eye.

They are actually using a historically accurate tuning.

Sherlock blinks, feeling around his jaw to see if it could be something else, but no, a part of his overly-trained brain rebels against all the sounds being pitched slightly lower than modern sensibilities. It's like a phantom toothache.

It's like before, when Sherlock would glance up from his microscope and observe John feeling poorly. In those days, Sherlock had nothing to offer, really, so he'd just had to let John's unhappiness bury itself under his skin as something else to ignore.

Now, though. Now he can do something about it.

-432-

Some theorists and musicians claim that the 432 Hz tuning has better effects on the human body, but there are no scientific studies that support the hypothesis.

He brings an exhausted John a late night (and therefor unattractively decaf) cup of tea. 'What happened?' he asks quietly, settling in across from him.

John shakes his head vaguely. 'I couldn't… I couldn't convince a mother to respect her child's pronouns.' He coughs. 'I am an old man who is shit at not stumbling over such things, but… She wouldn't even try.'

He meets Sherlock's eyes over the rim of his mug. 'Please remind me of this when Rosie is a teenager and I want to throttle her for reinventing herself every two days.'

Sherlock pauses, then sets his tea down and leans in until he can palm the soft pyjama fabric covering John's knee. It's a small gesture, but it works-- the creases in John's brow lose a little of their severity. 'I have no doubt she'll try our patience and sanity severely. But, John… You are already a far better parent than yours were.'

John stares at him and breathes out heavily. 'Fuck.' His free hand comes down on top of Sherlock's, absently palpating his knuckles one by one. 'But you can't-- There's not exactly scientific evidence, is there, to support that.' 

Sherlock clears his throat. 'Yes, well. I'm confident there will be.' 

John's lips twitch. 'Sherlock Holmes, are you saying you have faith in something?' 

Sherlock tuts, then decides he doesn't care about propriety in this moment. He moves until he's kneeling before John, holding his face in his hands and focusing on the tiny freckle under John's left eyebrow, knowing John will understand.

'Yes,' he says simply. 'Just one thing.' And then he leans in. 

[❤️]

[music to which this was written: Britten's Violin Concerto, Op 15, which I'm certain Sherlock would hate, but he's wrong]

[ggukkiedae]

What would be the most touching things that Yoonmi has done for each of the members?

hmmmm let's go by age and just things off the top of my head

yoonmi was the one to cut and shave jin's hair (with the assistance of their stylist) despite her not wanting to accept what was happening and falling into an anxiety attack while she was doing so. yoonmi loves jin's long hair and would take every chance she could to decorate it or braid it. it meant so much to him that she did that because it gave him a sense of comfort and a reminder to keep himself healthy and strong so he can come back and grow his hair out for her to put her clips and bows in again

with yoongi it's just yoonmi acknowledging him as a dad figure. it meant that she put her trust in him like she did her adoptive father, and that she trusted him enough to know he wouldn't be like her biological sperm donor. he takes his role as her dad figure very seriously, and he'a absolutely honored that she goes with it and acts accordingly

with hobi it's maintaining their tradition. they used to go to the han river to do old school hiphop lessons or just to destress, then it changed to hanging out on the company rooftop when they were overwhelemed or stressed. she never let it die down, no matter how long it's been since the last time they did it. even now, she brought him to the rooftop once when he visited her on his leave

something that will forever stick to namjoon is how she once dropped everything just to go with him to a museum because his friend had cancelled on him. sure she always said she'd drop everything if they asked, but it didn't really hit him until it actually happened. she came, no complaints, dressed nicely, and 100% present in the situation physically, mentally, and emotionally. that's when he knew she would always have his back like he had hers

for jimin, it's something a lot more subtle. for a time when he unhealthily didn't really eat much for a diet, she would complain about being hungry and wanting to go out for streetfood. she'd always pick jimin to be the one to accompany her saying it's their "minmi time". he didn't even realize he was snacking with her while they laughed and talked and told stories about their day. he realized long after that period of time that, on those days, he'd sleep better, think better, and feel better

with taehyung, she was the one who got in touch with a trumpet and a violin teacher to help him with his want to learn them. no one else in the group knew how to, so she took it upon herself to look for someone who did know how to until she found the best instructor that she knew taehyung would get along with. it's something he's forever grateful for because she didn't have to, but she did

if you asked jungkook this question and it was on a day where he was up to answering seriously, he'd say continue being his friend. jungkook knows yoonmi could easily cut him off if he so much as did one thing to offend her seriously, but her patience with him, despite their multiple playfights and bickering, is so much compared to her usual level. never once did she let an argument get the best of them. she always made sure they talked it out, come to a compromise or solution, and continue being each other's other half. he can't explain it all too well, but her staying his friend is the most touching thing she's done for him in his point if view

[justforbooks]

Wynton Learson Marsalis (born October 18, 1961) is an American trumpeter, composer, and music instructor, who is currently the artistic director of Jazz at Lincoln Center. He has been active in promoting classical and jazz music, often to young audiences. Marsalis has won nine Grammy Awards, and his oratorio Blood on the Fields was the first jazz composition to win the Pulitzer Prize for Music. Marsalis is the only musician to have won a Grammy Award in both jazz and classical categories in the same year.

In 1983, at the age of 22, he became the only musician to win Grammy Awards in jazz and classical music during the same year. At the award ceremonies the next year, he won again in both categories.

After his first album came out in 1982, Marsalis won polls in DownBeat magazine for Musician of the Year, Best Trumpeter, and Album of the Year. In 2017, he was one of the youngest members to be inducted into the DownBeat Hall of Fame.

In 1997, he became the first jazz musician to win the Pulitzer Prize for Music for his oratorio Blood on the Fields. In a note to him, Zarin Mehta wrote, "I was not surprised at your winning the Pulitzer Prize for Blood on the Fields. It is a broad, beautifully painted canvas that impresses and inspires. It speaks to us all...I'm sure that, somewhere in the firmament, Buddy Bolden, Louis Armstrong and legions of others are smiling down on you."

Wynton Marsalis has won the National Medal of Arts, the National Humanities Medal, and been named an NEA Jazz Master. In 2001, he was also named a UN Messenger of Peace.

Approximately seven million copies of his recordings have been sold worldwide. He has toured in 30 countries and on every continent except Antarctica.

He was given the Louis Armstrong Memorial Medal and the Algur H. Meadows Award for Excellence in the Arts. He was inducted into the American Academy of Achievement and was dubbed an Honorary Dreamer by the I Have a Dream Foundation. The New York Urban League awarded Marsalis the Frederick Douglass Medallion for distinguished leadership. The American Arts Council presented him with the Arts Education Award.

He won the Dutch Edison Award and the French Grand Prix du Disque. The Mayor of Vitoria, Spain, gave him the city's gold medal, its most coveted distinction. In 1996, Britain's senior conservatoire, the Royal Academy of Music, made him an honorary member, the academy's highest decoration for a non-British citizen. The city of Marciac, France, erected a bronze statue in his honor for the key role he played in the story of the festival. The French Ministry of Culture gave him the rank of Knight in the Order of Arts and Literature. In 2008, he received France's highest distinction, the insignia Chevalier of the Legion of Honour. In 2023, he won the Praemium Imperiale.

He has received honorary degrees from the Frost School of Music at the University of Miami (1994), University of Scranton (1996), Kenyon College (2019), New York University, Columbia, Connecticut College, Harvard, Howard, Northwestern, Princeton, Vermont, the State University of New York, and the University of Michigan (2023).

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at Just for Books…?

[agapesophy-uv]

Perfect Synchronicity of meme

Character of John Dorian M.D. 🐵

Character of Pepe Le Pew🙈

Character of Deadpool 🙊

Perfect Synchronicity of me lover

Chris Lake & NPC - (A drug from God)

Venus & Stupid fly - (Headless Hydra) 🙉

Green Eye of Betrothel

Irony of discord Apple and worm

Uranus Ouroboros Abracadabra👻

Perfect Synchronicity of allegiance

Muse of history with trumpet

Neptune’s Seahorse Vishnu

Wadjet - (Vulture Dean & Cobra Deena)

Perfect Synchronicity of Guardianships

Horseshoes & Grenades

Hungarian folk tales

Grand Devil Shiva Fork

Rudyraskha Shiva Tears

Anubis Tears

5 Trumpets of Environmental (Medicine, Education, Economy, Biology, Religion )

Mercury (Hermes & Caduceus)

Hekate’s (Cauldron,Torch,Canines) ☠️

Saturn’s Sickle 👻

(Ogun’s Waas) Sceptre ☠️

Gaia’s Vishnu (Biological Life experience)

Familiar Synchronicity

Athena's Aegis (the Gorgons) 👻

Characters of Rick & Morty

Presently my Favorite painting in synchronicity with me as of yesterday.———————————

Colors

1. Synthwave Gift of RetroRenaissance consisting of;

1a. Purples & Blues & Red blended with each other.

1. Wabi-Sabi Gift of RetroRenaissance consisting of

1a. Purples & Blues broken and sealed with metal, or white, or black.

2x. Hawaiian Rainbow Gothic consisting of mostly black with bright Elvis colors or Hawaiian shirts and blue genes as sign of future gift of Regeneration.

3. Gift of Regeneration of the body with;

3a. Bright (Pink , Orange ,Yellow, Green)

Philosophies

Non-Authoritarian

1a. Existential Nihilism

2. Moral & Morale

2a. Merciful code of conduct

2b. Voluntary non-duty

2c. Freedom of Sacrifice

3. Secret childhood Omni allegiances

4. Mitigating conflicts of interest concerning (purity of whole judgment of free market), (crime prevention)

4a. Avoidance of owning property

4b. Avoidance of owning intellectually property

4c. Avoidance of Investment

4d. Avoidance of compensation

4e. Avoidance of reciprocal concordance

4f. Avoidance of profit from salesmanship i.e. consultant

4g. Avoidance of lasting authorship

4h. Avoidance of owning valuable commodities

5. Mitigating liabilities.

5a. Can’t navigate a vehicle without an instructor due to safety lacking in my confidence.

5b. Avoidance of voluntary sports & Horseplay

5c. Avoidance of association while eating.

5d. Avoidance of remembering proper nouns without proper knowledge thereof.

Heroine & Hero

 Joan of Arc

 Sodom Hussain

Personal (Comforters, Cheerleaders, Spirits, Bards, Cult Artist, Sybil, Omens)

Bones & Ghosts ��️👻

Three monkeys & Cymbals Monkey,

Greenman (Mystic tree, Mask, Door, Knocker

Moonchildrern

Personal flowers for me 🐵

Sun flowers, daffodil, tulips

Personal flowers for me’s meme 🙊

Forget me nots, Hydrangeas

Nature’s guidance

{Vultures & Snakes}, {Hawks & Eagles}, {Pink Flamingos & Blue Jays & Black Cats}

Supernatural

Unicorns, Pegasus, dragons, gorgons , Chimeras, Fairies, Gnomes, Folks AKA Moss people

Nature hidden meanings of Hekate

Dingoes, wolves, coyotes, Shepherd dogs

Sacred mercies

Nikes for witches & lesbians & slandered foreigners

intolerance to generational injustice concerning

Shorten life span, Cruel and unusual tragedies, & Deprivity of duty

Music Bands, poetic writers of lyrics, Music producers,

Black Eyed Peas, Red Hot chili peppers, Nirvana,, Depeche Mode, Mr MomMusic, Post modern jukebox, Jax Jones, Draft Punk, Spinning Songs, Red Beginois, Tom Petty, Dennis Larry, Night Club, Grimes, Tampsta, Ashnikko, NiKITA, SHLAKOBLOCHINA, Genoa White Night, Aleister Crowley, Love Craft,Die Antwoord, Shakespeare, One True God, Gotye, No Doubt,

Female singers and performers

Yelle, S3RL ,Goldfrapp,Kuary Pamyu Pamyu, Tessa Violet, Miley Cyrus, Lady Gaga, MARUV, Taylor Swift, Katy Perry, Orville Peck, Louis Armstrong, Dua Lipa,Tove Lo, Doja Cat, Kiesza,Ed Sheeran, Ava Max, Puddles Pity Party, Selena Gomez, Cara Delevingne, Bonnie Alan Watts, Pastor Arnold Murray, Yeah Yeah Yeah, Tiesto, Maroon V, Phil Collins, Rob Zombie, Little Boots, Sam Smith,

Cartoons

Pink Panther, Black Panther, ThunderCats, Yogi Bear, Care Bears, chocolate bear, vanilla bear, Bullwinkle, Pikachu, Voltron, Jetsons, Flintstones, Transformers, powder puff girls, Rick and Morty, African samurai, Beavis & Butthead, South Park, Shera, Heman, skeleton sesame Street, Muppets, bugs Bunny, Looney Tunes, Pinky & Brain, Dexter’s lab, teen titan, Hercules, Smurfs, Goofy, Pluto, Mickey Mouse, Elmer Fudd, Scooby Doo, vampire D, Akira, Disc-world, BraveStar, Star vs forces of evil, inspector gadget, Flash Gordon, Pepe Le Pew

[hcartstring]

HEY, i think i just saw MARISOL MCDUFFIE walking down the strip. stop by to catch up and you’ll learn the TWENTY FOUR YEAR OLD is working as a JUNIORS SKATE INSTRUCTOR AT GOLDEN SKATES and lives in THE CROIX TOWNHOUSES. given they are WHIMSICAL but HAUNTED, it’s likely that they ARE NOT a vampire. i bet you can find them tearing up the dance floor to GROWING PAINS by ALESSIA CARA and you’ll know why they’re called THE PARACOSMIST. ☾ .⭒˚ sofia wylie. demi woman + she/they. demisexual panromantic + virgo.

⤷ STATS ( tba ). ⤷ PINTEREST. ⤷ PLAYLIST.

born in a cacophony of sound, marisol zora mcduffie was always making some form of music. her mother, addy anderson, a violinist-turned-hairdresser, met her father, franklin mcduffie, a mechanic, by chance. it was the perfect love story. boy meets girl, boy realizes girl went to school with him as a child, that sorta thing. when they got married, addy played a song on her violin as a gift to franklin. as franklin and addy’s only child, marisol never wanted for anything. with her father working late nights, and her mother encouraging her daughter’s every whim, she was raised in a happy home with fun and excitement around every turn. franklin would chase her around the dining room table, while addy would snap pictures of them on her digital camera. it was a happy home. they were the perfect family, i mean, what could go wrong?

marisol’s world came crashing down on her fourth birthday. addy and franklin were on their way to pick up the cake for marisol’s birthday party at her grandma louise’s apartment. marisol was playing with some of her friends in the front room, when she heard the sound of police sirens outside. an officer showed up at the front door, and after exchanging some words, louise crumpled to the floor in a heap. addy and franklin were hit by a car on their way to the apartment. marisol didn’t find out until after the party. louise sat her down and told her that she would be coming to stay with her now. 

grandma louise lived on the thirty-ninth floor of the westbeth apartment complex. westbeth was cheap housing for artists, which meant that almost everyone who lived there was an artist. which meant you never knew what you were going to hear when those elevator doors opened up. there was mr. gordone on the 32nd floor, always on his trumpet, the piñero sisters having their dance class on 27, and marisol always loved it when the elevator doors opened on 17 ( even if they never knew what the person on seventeen was singing ).  there was music on every. single. tloor. but marisol’s favorite was always the classical section. you know, floors seven, six, and five? there was a connection, just something about them that marisol was drawn to. 

one night, when louise was out of the apartment, marisol took a trip down the elevator, just to hear the music and explore parts of westbeth. past the dance classes, past the classical section, and when she got to the ground floor, she heard the sound of a violin. when she got to the source of the music coming from the ellington room, she found miss liza jane from floor 32 playing a song that instantly brought sol back to sitting next to her mother while addy played on her violin.  ms. liza jane was a music teacher who taught lessons to the rich kids trying to get into music school. marisol would hear the screeching of violins, violas, clarinets and cellos and dream that it was her playing. when ms liza jane saw her, she handed a young marisol her violin, and told her to move the bow against the strings. it was a mess, and marisol could barely hold the instrument on her shoulder. she asked ms. liza jane to teach her, and after a talk with her grandmother, ms. liza jane and louise agreed that she would start out on cello, and move to violin when she was older.

with school, and classes with ms. liza jane, her days became routine, but not without their fair share of whimsy and adventure. marisol quickly found a friend group within westbeth. there were the twins from 9, who were the kids of a dancer, the girl from 5 who went to school with sol, and the one she was closest to? the kid on 32. they were the grandchild of ms liza jane, and with marisol taking lessons from their grandmother, they quickly became inseparable, and caused chaos all throughout the complex. 

one day, when marisol was sixteen and wandering the streets of brooklyn with her friends, they turned into a tattoo shop owned by one of the people in the building named cruz. cruz let the kids hang around for a bit and watch him work, and marisol was fascinated. growing up, she had loved to draw, and this seemed like a pretty cool extension of that. so, she asked cruz to teach her what he knew, and cruz said, “come talk to me when you’re twenty-one.”

when it came to cello, marisol was getting pretty good. ms. liza jane was a great teacher, and marisol had become part of her high school band. she loved to play, and wanted to eventually be apart of a real orchestra, not just a school band. 

during her senior year of high school, marisol was in her room after a small argument with her grandmother. when she went out to apologize, she noticed that her grandmother wasn’t there. going down the elevator, she didn’t hear the familiar music she always heard. when she reached the armstrong room, she found everyone crying and weeping. eventually, she found out that ms. liza jane had passed away, and she collapsed on the floor sobbing. one of the two most important people in her life was gone.

while marisol went to college, louise’s health got progressively worse. one weekend during her junior year, she came home to find that louise could barely stand and keep her eyes open. she decided to stay home for the week to make sure she was okay. on friday, with marisol by her side, louise took her final breath. the next week, there was no trace of marisol ever living at the westbeth. she took most of her things, unenrolled from school, and picked the one place that was the furthest from everything she knew: las vegas, nevada. 

in her room, she placed her cello by the corner. she looks at it every day, and sometimes even gets the courage to play a few notes. she wants to pick it back up again, and bring music back into her life. as ms. liza jane used to say: all we can do is play.

[cielenruine]

“Already? Is this what happens when I am not the one leading the charge? I have more effect on your performance than I first thought…” A half-joke as Lambert approached the med tents, beelining for Matthias as soon as he had spotted the mop of maroon hair in the distance. In the meantime between rounds he figured he could go around checking the post-battle conditions, how they were doing numbers wise, reliving some of that nostalgia- but the sight of Matthias in there caught him off guard completely.

“Has your team gotten eliminated from the lack of points, or were you forced to retreat? Do not tell me you got bested by a teenager. I must say many things have changed compared to what I remember….but the essence is much the same. A pity I cannot resort to my past techniques, as soon as I started to consider utilizing a rock I got an earful from one of the instructors.” The man pouted slightly, looking away with a humph. “And that boy Lukas you keep around has quite the tongue, considering he fumbled a strike against me and lost not long after. Yet he still found it fitting to call me out for doing ‘nothing’, when I was simply strategizing my team’s positions.”

There was some boyish excitement in his veins, that much was clear. Almost as if he had been overlaid with the image of a boy 30-something years before, clad in the uniform of the Blue Lions’ house leader, boots caked in dirt and hair sticking in all directions filled with twigs and leaves as he had gotten out of his first round in the very same battle. Except now he was Goddess-knows how many years old - was it 50 or 46? - and he wore the clothes of a regular pegasus knight, a mixture of blues and purples to showcase his mixed allegiance. 

Lambert sighed, then smiled. “It is still fun, however. I did not think my mind would have been brought back so quickly as soon as the trumpets echoed through the field.”

"Tch- Dimitri certainly wouldn't enjoy hearing that." He sighed out. "Age and...you know who are more culprits than anything."

Matthias offered a smile, one that was a bit sad all things considered. "I'm pretty sure the man who left me with little option was a knight fighting for the deer. My own underestimation of them was my downfall fall." Matthias's eyes rolled. "You nearly killed a few classmates it's only natural some things change."

His eyes widen, expectant before a hearty chuckle slips past his lips. "He's nothing if not determined. We'd a bout the moon before. Lost every single round he did but there wasn't a moment where he gave up. He'll certainly keep you on your toes." The fact that he had chosen to be an opponent...Lukas truly was something else. There is a pause and he feels himself younger, watching over a prince who'd far too much pomp for the way he fought. "Victory does the heart good and being useful, of course it'd be better for you." Matthias stood and brushed himself off before holding Lambert's face and placing a kiss on either side his cheek. "It's expected of you as my knight, is it not?" "I may be out before you but don't think your performance will escape my critiques because of that."

[larrylspikes1964]

I'd like to put this here: Happy Heavenly Belated Father's Day, Dad. My dad was a musician ( he was in the original Van Dykes [ the Black ones, not the White ones]), he was a security guard, a salesman for the first self help system (SMI - Success Motivation Institute), when Corvettes were the thing, he bought a Pantera (shouts out to Inglewood, CA.), he was my music instructor, and I was good enough to be in the Herald Trumpets of the 1982 Rose Parade. My dad was the type of dad who would call every week, just to ask how the week has been... what new things I've learned, if was still practicing my trumpet, and just there for everything. Now that he's gone, he went to heaven during COVID-19, I miss him drastically. I know that death is a part of life, and I choose to believe that when the time comes, we'll see each other again at the final tally, but I miss him. I miss his intelligence, his conversation, his demeanor, and everything that made him my dad. I love you, Lawrence Spikes. Always did, and always will. And if I'm wrong and all that happens is you lie in the dirt and rot, I still love you. And I miss you. Again, Happy Heavenly Belated Father's Day.

[jfk-blown-away-blog]

Hey I saw your guitar music post and liked it and you seem really skilled in that so l have a question if you don't mind...

I wanna learn to play like that. I currently have no knowledge beyond like Day 1 of piano (that I accidentally absorbed 5 years ago from friends playing). I don't even know if electric guitar and acoustic(?) guitar have transferable skills or not. I'm also left-handed.

I don't have any great instructors where I live, so if I choose to get involved in a course it'll have to be a trial and error process.

Anyway, my question is this: is it possible to just pick up an (electric?) guitar and learn on my own through online (free) resources?

Short answer is basically yes, there are plenty of self taught players who learned in a pre-internet world, so I don't see why you or anyone else wouldn't be able to learn nowadays.

Longer answer:

So I started out taking lessons at the young age of 8 years old. Having an actual physical guitar teacher in the same room as you is a really great experience for learning how to play. I do highly recommend it if it's a possibility, but I also know that there are endless amounts of online resources if that's just not an option. An important thing to note with guitar is that while there are some techniques that don't translate between acoustic and electric guitars, most of the time you'll be able to play both even if you only learn one type. Also, keep in mind that I have been playing off and on for the better part of 18 years and I don't consider myself amazingly talented. While I do have a great grasp on most of the necessary skills for playing, a lot of my "skills" come from a bunch of experimentation and fucking around and finding out. I'll also mention that music theory is something that I have recently been trying to implement more into my development of playing, while not necessary for making music, it is something I want to be more knowledgeable about. On the topic of previous music experience, you mentioned having a very small amount of piano experience, I never had any lessons for any other instruments, but I can still use the music knowledge from guitar to play other instruments to some degree, like all the midi keyboards I have and the pump organ. I also have messed around with banjos and a trumpet, and of course bass guitar is very simple to pick up after learning traditional 6 string guitar. The most important things to learn for casually playing are all the open chords (A.K.A cowboy chords) A (there is no open B chord in standard tuning) C D E F and G. The major and minor "blues scales" shapes. As well as the regular major scale shapes. In standard tuning of course. I would also recommend following that up with learning the E and A string bar chords. Then start messing with open tunings after developing all those skills in standard tuning.

Hopefully that wasn't too much of a ramble and I thoroughly answered your question.

[autumncrowcus]

To understand why, among the iconic representations of Athene, the warrior-type predominates, we must recognize how her martial aspect relates to her civilizing function. It derives from her original commitment to the royal citadel and then to the polis and, consequently, to their defense. Athene Promachus is a protectress, the helper in battle, the instructor in the art of war, not a battle-lusty aggressor. A beautiful relief of her leaning on her spear, her head drooping, pervaded with sorrow, introduces us to a very different Athene: the warrior goddess herself touched by defeat and loss. Farnell believes she is mourning some terrible national disaster and the deaths of all those who were killed.

When focusing on Athene's pathology we may see her as too much the defender, too well defended, but her transmutation of Ares' unrestrained aggressiveness into disciplined assertiveness is an important component of the process by which one brings creative insight to artistic expression. Virginia Woolf expresses her experience of the violence inherent in creation thus:

Sometimes I am out of touch; but go on; then again I feel that I have at last, by violent measures—like breaking through gorse—set my hands on something central. [quoting Virginia Woolf cited in Olson, Silences; emphasis Downing’s]

Athene's patronage of the arts also derives from her original character as goddess of the household and thus of household crafts. Although the source of Athene's name remains a mystery, it may well derive from words connected to pottery; in any case, she is reputed to have made the first earthenware pot. She is also, in both senses, a "spinster" goddess, closely associated with the feminine arts of spinning and weaving. Homer refers to “the elaborate dress which she herself had wrought with her hands’ patience." She invented the trumpet and the flute (though, because blowing it made her ugly, she quickly tossed it aside in disgust). According to Graves, she also invented the plough, the rake, the ox-yoke, the horse bridle, the chariot, and the ship.

Her role as goddess of art and artisan naturally brings her into association with the master artisan among the gods, Hephaistos. Her cult seems to have existed at Athens before his, yet Athens was his only major cult site; probably he was important there because, as Athene was more and more seen as the great city goddess, he seemed more directly available than she to the local craftsmen. The ritual connections between them are so extensive that Cook concludes that Athene and Hephaistos were originally the local Rhea and Kronos. Athene's relation to Hephaistos antedates hers to Zeus. One myth has it that Hera conceived Hephaistos parthenogenetically in revenge against Zeus's parthenogenetic creation of Athene; another, that Hephaistos served as midwife at Athene's birth. It is he who releases Athene from the head of Zeus, from being contained by the masculine.

As Athene's relation to war differs from that of Ares, so her relation to artistic creativity differs from that of Hephaistos. That Athene and Hephaistos work together seems a more essential aspect of her creativity than of his. He generally does his work in private and then brings the finished marvels into the world of others. She is more extroverted, more able to combine creativity and human involvement. Athene's art is the art made within and for the human community; in her realm the distinction between the fine and practical arts fades away. It is art that issues from work, from discipline and training rather than from untutored, unfettered inspiration. She "finds place and gives image to the driving necessities"; she offers the Erinyes a cave where they may reside and be honored. Hephaistos is only artist, whereas Athene is warrior as well. He is a crippled artist, and so represents the creativity that issues from woundedness. Proudly striding Athene is not crippled, unless that is her crippledness.

              From the perspective of the underworld, the ever-conquering Athene may seem fatally flawed. But this image of Athene as invulnerable is radically inadequate. To know Athene deeply is to see beyond the Athene that Rose describes as “one about whom few if any unworthy tales are told.” Remembering her treatment of Arachne should liberate us from accepting the image of her as cold and passionless, always reasonable and fair. She strikes Tiresias blind. Cecrops's daughters go mad and kill themselves after they disobey her command not to peek into the infant Erichthonios’s basket. She hounded the “lesser” Ajax to his death after he raped Cassandra at her shrine and gave Medusa her hideous petrifying face because she had yielded to Poseidon in a sanctuary dedicated to Athene. Athene is after all sister to Dionysos, Zeus's other parthenogenetic child, the god of madness and ecstasy, the male divinity most closely associated with the underworld. (One story has it that it was she who interrupted the Titans' banquet when they were feasting on Dionysos' dismembered body and rescued the heart and brought it back to Zeus.) Athene's bond to other divinities associated with the underworld is also closer than we usually recognize. The many ancient vases and coins representing a helmeted Athene holding a pomegranate suggest a connection to Persephone. A sculpture representing Demeter and Persephone greeted by Athene refers to that part of the Eleusinian ritual in which the priestess of Athene at the Acropolis is informed that the sacred objects have safely arrived at Eleusis. Whereas Hera represents an antagonism to Demeter and her daughter, Athene represents an intimate complementarity.  Persephone is involved with the soul's initiation into the underworld, Athene with its emergence into the human world.

There are other signs of Athene's connection to the realm of Soul. As a Mycenean household goddess she seems to have been close cousin to the Minoan snake goddess. (This connection may explain why, to facilitate Achene's birth, Hephaistos is represented as cleaving Zeus’s head with a double-edged axe, a fool peculiar to Minoan culture.) Even in the time of Herodotus, Athene was closely identified with the guardian snake believed to lie in the Acropolis. Just before Salamis the shake deserted the sanctuary; the Athenians felt the goddess had abandoned it, too. A vase painting representing the judgment of Paris shows an indignant Athene accompanied by a snake equal to the goddess in height and majesty. "The artist seems dimly conscious that the snake is somehow the double of Athene.” The child Erichthonios is guarded by a pair of snakes in the closed basket in which he is kept during infancy. Even in Pheidias's superb statue sculpted in the age of Pericles she is represented with a snake at her side, a scaly aegis on her breast, and snakes around her waist. Cook connects these snakes to Athene's role as rock mother. Their salient characteristic in respect to this goddess is their emerging from the rocky surface of the Acropolis and then again disappearing. He speaks explicitly of these snakes as representing soul emerging from the underworld.

Martin Heidegger helps us relate this theme of emergence from the rock to the particular understanding of the nature of the work of art represented by Athene. Heidegger speaks of the Greek temple rising from the rock (as the Parthenon rises from the Acropolis) as representing the "erection of a world" which occurs simultaneously with a "bringing forward of the earth" in which earth "becomes apparent as: undisclosable.” Heidegger's earth and world parallel what I have been calling soul and its outward expression in artistic realization. Under the aegis of Athene, art expresses its emergence from soul, from earth, and its dependence on its source.

-From The Goddess: Mythological Images of the Feminine by Jungian analyst Christine Downing

[cosmicbrass]

New Orleands Trumpet Player + Composer + Instructor = Wynton Marsalis! So many legendary musicians have come from Louisiana; from Louis Armstrong to Fats Domino.

[firespirited]

RoboDoc was a very fun watch, all four hours of it. It's an extended commentary about the original film from conception to aftermath and going scene by scene. Crew by crew.

My biggest takeaway is that the sound design oscar was well deserved, the suit does not work without the clever sound effects and constant droning. The stunts and practical effects teams deserve way more credit, I really hope they were able to take that portfolio reel and demand much more money in later jobs. The dude who was animating and editing "robovision" with no computer assistance at all (the "thermal imagery" was done by painting folks in bodysuits to look like thermal imagery and compositing it onto the scene frame by frame) and the guy who made the robo-face deserve the world.

There were also so many ways it nearly went wrong:

The mime instructor was brought in when Peter Weller couldn't move in the robot suit and shut down production because he'd trained to move like a fast robot in hockey gear. The mime guy goes "Well, suit team: you need to cut articulation into this thing and Peter you need to move like a very heavy trapped animal". Saved the film with a single day on set.

Verhoeven was unknown and barely spoke english: he would act out every role, demand more gore, screamed at everyone, didn't explain his vision, told pretty much every cast and crew member they were personally responsible for messing up the film on the regular, ignored safety protocols. About 80% forgave him when they saw the film: suddenly all that made sense (and the royalty cheques started rolling in). I think the other 20% would punch him on sight. I hope one day one of them does.

Makeup had to go on strike so their demands about shooting close-up shots first, action scenes later because the appliances would get damaged were actually heard.

Peter Weller's acting is brilliant but he went full method (robo and murphy only) and he was at work getting into the suit for up to ten hours before anyone else arrived. so he'd be cranky and perfectionist once 'work' started for everyone else (and his own weirdo trumpet playing, zen but inflexible, not partying with the rest but getting lots of ladies) which alienated a bunch of the cast, at least during filming when tensions were high.

Every single actor on set gave it their best. There is so much that would not work if they weren't invested in making their own characters unique, working in teams and actually selling these absurd situations.

The editing and pacing. There is such a fine line to walk to make the cheesiness work with the ultraviolence along with the comedy. You get that wrong, you get Showgirls. (yes I like Showgirls, minus *that* scene and viewed as unintentional camp, but it is undeniably cringy because it doesn't pull away to fake adverts at just the right time). The MPAA forced them to cut OTT violence scenes - again, this makes the film much better. When you see what was cut, you understand how it could have been a stupid slasher or too silly.

Stunt guy nearly got maimed so many times. I really hope they have better work conditions now.

They decided to shoot in Texas to sAvE MoNEy by paying people less. The heat nearly made the actors quit and people came to blows.

[dustedmagazine]

Christian Carey's year in review

2023 was pretty much an awful year for our world —climate disaster moves ever more quickly, violence abounds and US politics are a disaster. I would not write a thank you card to the universe for many of my own experiences during the year either. However, I am grateful for the extraordinary music I participated in, heard and wrote about: it was a great solace. A few highlights are below:

I composed three new pieces: Solemn Tollings, for microtonal trumpet and trombone, Just Like You for singing violist, and Cracking Linear Elamite for solo guitar. The latter premiered in December at Loft 393 in Tribeca, played by Dan Lippel.

In addition to editing Sequenza 21 and contributing to Dusted, I authored several reviews and a research article for the British journal Tempo. The article was on my research in narratology as a feature of Elliott Carter’s music, which I have been exploring and publishing on since writing my Ph.D. dissertation. It was great for this particular research, of character-types and interactions in the Fifth String Quartet, to finally see the light of day.

After a half-century of banged up and often unreliable used pianos, my wife Kay got me a new Baldwin grand piano for my 50th birthday. Since it has arrived, I have practically lived in it.

Post-pandemic and post-cancer, I began to dip my toe into attending live events. I went to the Tanglewood Festival of Contemporary Music, which was a mixed bag. As compensation, the Boston Symphony performances that weekend were excellent. I attended a great concert at the New York Philharmonic in November and another in December. For many years, Kay and I have made a holiday tradition of seeing the Tallis Scholars at St. Mary the Virgin Church in midtown. It was wonderful to return there. The Tallis Scholars’ performance was splendid, featuring a mass by Clemens non Papa.

After the Tallis concert, Kay was in Nashville, where her parents live, for two weeks, spending time with her brother Tom and sister-in-law Aymara, who were visiting from Qatar (Tom teaches at the Carnegie Mellon University campus there and Aymara is a yoga instructor), and celebrating Christmas with her parents. Here in New Jersey, it was just me and the felines, who were (mostly) well-behaved. To keep the holiday blues at bay, I went all out, decorating a natural tree and the house. I played every carol in the hymnal, and enjoyed old holiday standbys: Oscar Peterson, Dave Brubeck, and Mel Torme’s Christmas albums.

There was much excellent recorded music released this year, and I will not attempt to document it all. Here are twelve records, in no particular order, that I expect will stay with me and be played often in coming years.

2023 Favorite Recordings

Yo La Tengo —  This Stupid World (Matador)

Hilary Hahn —  Eugène Ysaÿe’s Six Sonatas for Violin Solo, op. 27 (DG)

Morton Feldman —  Violin and String Quartet (Another Timbre)

Natural Information Society —  Since Time is Gravity (Eremite)

Leah Bertucci —  Of Shadow and Substance (Self— released)

Juliet Fraser —  What of Words and What of Song (Neos)

Laura Strickling and Daniel Schlosberg —  40@40 (Bright Shiny Things)

Emily Hindricks, WDR Sinfonieorchester Köln, and Cristian Macelaru perform Liza Lim —  Annunciation Triptych (Kairos)

Bozzini Quartet and Konus Quartett play Jürg Frey​ —  Continuit​é, fragilit​é​, r​é​sonance (elsewhere)

Matana Roberts —  Coin Coin Chapter Five (Constellation)

Chris Forsyth — Solar Motel (self— released)

John Luther Adams —  Darkness and Scattered Light (Cold Blue)

Christian Carey