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[burlveneer-music]

Sun Ra Arkestra - Living Sky - the new album is out TODAY on Omni Sound

For more than two decades, the disciple that has most visibly carried on Sun Ra Arkestra’s legacy and sound is their musical director, alto saxophonist Marshall Allen, the iconic fire breather and life force that restored the Arkestra’s vitality in the massive vacuum left by Ra and John Gilmore’s death in the ‘90s. Allen turned 98 in 2022 and, as evidenced by Living Sky, his influence and leadership remain undiminished. Marking the Arkestra’s first new recording since their 2021 Grammy-nominated album Swirling, Living Sky was recorded on June 15, 2021 at Rittenhouse SoundWorks in Philadelphia and features a total of nineteen musicians, including a strings section. It was mixed and mastered by three-time Grammy winner Dave Darlington (Eddie Palmieri, Brian Lynch, Wayne Shorter). Sun Ra Arkestra Marshall Allen - Alto Saxophone, Kora, EVI Knoel Scott - Tenor Saxophone, Baritone Saxophone Nasir P. Dickerson - Tenor Saxophone Chris Hemingway - Tenor Saxophone Michael Ray - Trumpet Cecil Brooks - Trumpet Vincent Chancey - French Horn Dave Davis - Trombone Robert Stringer - Trombone Farid Barron - Piano Dave Hotep - Guitar Tyler Mitchell - Bass Wayne Anthony Smith, Jr - Drums Ron McBee - Percussion Jorge Silva - Percussion Elson Nascimento - Percussion Tara Middleton - Violin, Flute Gwen Laster - Violin Melanie Dyer - Viola Kash Killion - Cello, Sarangi Dedicated to the legacy of Sun Ra (1914-1993) Bandleader, composer, arranger, keyboard player, poet, philosopher and cosmonaut. In memory of Hartmut Geerken (1939- 2021) German musician, composer, writer, journalist, playwright, and filmmaker. Mehmet Ulug (1959-2013) Turkish producer & promoter, Omni’s pathway to Sun Ra.

[dustedmagazine]

Sun Ra Arkestra — Living Sky (Omni Sound)

Photo by Vladimir Radojicic

Living Sky by Sun Ra Arkestra

The Marshal Allen-led Arkestra returns for another large-ensemble recording of Sun Ra classics and a few new compositions. A big part of the draw here is, of course, the remarkable longevity and joie de vivre, of the leader, who at the age of 98 imparts a kind of glee to everything he does. The result is thoroughly listenable if, inevitably, far removed from the revolutionary recordings of the collective founded and led for decades by the charismatic figure born Herman “Sonny” Blount (1914-1993).

Assessing legacy acts such as this can be challenging. The reverent versions of Ra’s compositions are fine as far as they go, and it is easy to imagine that the man himself, as well as key players without Allen’s longevity such as John Gilmore, would be pleased with the results. Thus, for instance, “Someone Else’s Idea” and “Night of the Living Sky” maintain their eerie exotic quality, and there are fine solos and ensemble work throughout. 

Of the new compositions, the instrumentation of “Day of the Living Sky” seems to allude to Strange Strings (1966), and “Firefly” and “Marshall’s Groove” swing, albeit gently. The opener — which is named for and credited to Chopin, though it would probably be difficult for most listeners to identify the tune with the classical composer in the absence of the title — floats along on a pulsing, serene beat. 

On the other hand, it is not entirely clear what is to be gained by listening to an album like this as opposed to the real thing, especially given the vastness of Sun Ra’s catalog. Compared with recordings such as Pharoah Sanders’s last with Floating Points, which at least arguably break artistic ground, Living Sky simply has less to offer. It is nice to hear the classics recorded with modern equipment, and they certainly hold up as should-be jazz standards. 

In the end, though, it is all but impossible not to come away from this album with a grin like Marshall Allen’s. The positive vibrations in the studio are evident, and the musicianship is, naturally, of the highest order (including Allen’s wailing alto). Perhaps it’s best simply to be thankful both that Allen has kept the Arkestra concept alive and that there is a market (apparently) for records like this and 2020’s Swirling. There is also the hope that these recent recordings will attract more attention to one of America’s greatest composers and bandleaders (and a fine jazz pianist) and serve as gateways for the uninitiated who find themselves wanting the more challenging and, therefore, more rewarding recordings that Sun Ra left behind when he transcended this earth. 

Jim Marks

[tectoniccyborg]

Someone also asked for omniman :)

[thefugitivesaint]

'Omnibot 2000', ''Omni'', #12, Dec. 1985

We use to be a proper country that understood the craft of good Japanese merchandise. Sure, there was also a wave of xenophobic and racist reactionary politics aimed at the Japanese (see 'Gung-Ho' from 1986 for a mild example of this kind of "cultural anxiety"). When is America NOT racist? I mean, have you MET America? It's a pretty confused country. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to digress here, I just wanted to show you a 25'' toy robot that you could once own. It was also relatively useless if the remote for it broke (or got lost). It ran on two AA batteries. It probably didn't run that long. But robots right? We once lived with the promise of robots in our homes. Now the taste of that promise is bitter on our tongue, the memory of that promise sour. We live in the echo of its lie. We live under the dictatorship of the algorithm.

[omniallen-ceo]

[robo-writing]

joshua probably loooves national holidays about couples/love bc he gets extra reasons to steal all his love’s time and have more sweet treats than normal. sweet pastries for breakfast and dessert after lunch and dinner (probably also a little cake break at 4pm)

if he’s archduke he’s like uuuhm. 7 more national holidays for being married (bc he is and he wants guaranteed days off to cling to his love)

You’re rolling your eyes at his behavior, waving a silent “no” behind his back as his very confused politicians look amongst themselves. The Archduke decreed it, but should they really listen if the Archduchess is telling them not to?

[honnie-bunni]

These guys! Oh, they're my favourites!

[thevampiresoc]

Incorrect quotes. Has all of my favorite ocs for right now. Long post, so there's a read more.

(the above fits. all of them, really.)

(the below is before their break up, to me.)

(both of the above are in canon since briar and diego both are diagnosed with depression. also because wenya and pierce like ABBA)

[jupiter-nwn]

As an omnisexual, maybe it's cause it's hard to find an omnisexual community, but the pansexual community feels like such a second home and I feel so in touch with it that I'm actually requestioning if I'm pan, and omni, at the same time very probably, ngl,

You'd think that after all this time I'd have my sexuality completely dealt with xd

[piscadilly]

i want a bf tbh

[catsockpuppet]

HEHDJDJD

Reminds me btw I made an opposite alternate genderbent type thing of your wife?? Kinda like that one Skirtzsquad AU on here—here she is tho lol

And this is Kevin and Rick's alternates—

OHHH MY WIFE!! LOOK AT HER SHE’S SO PRETTYYYY

[frost-rambling]

Paperjam has some MAD autistic rizz frfr.

[sk3l3t0n444]

orientation confusion time 🙃

[sky-scribbles]

There are a lot of things to love about the SSV Normandy. It’s a symbol of cooperation between two species historically at odds. It’s a miracle of engineering, a technological masterpiece that could alter every pattern of space warfare. Its crew is the highest calibre that the Alliance has to offer, bolstered by multispecies allies: an emblem of flying hope.

It also has far, far too many flashing lights. Everywhere.

One hand pressed to the wall to keep himself steady, the other pressed against his forehead as if that’s going to do any good, Kaidan shuffles down the hall toward the med bay. Every light panel and display interface feels like a laser drill boring directly through his eyes, sounds reverberate against the inside of his skull, and his sense of balance is a distant, pleasant memory. Kaidan sucks in a tight breath between his teeth. It’s going to be okay. He can do this. He’s done it before.

He drags himself the last few feet, and the med bay doors slide open. Kaidan opens up his omni-tool – god, why are those so bright, too? – and does what he’s done a hundred times, scanning the medical interface so that the med system logs him. Doctor Chakwas isn’t here, which means she’s on her rest shift, but that’s fine. The med system will alert her if there’s a problem.  

Kaidan, turns, so ready to collapse into the nearest med bed – except he can’t. Because there’s someone already in it.

‘Oh,’ he says. ‘Hey, Tali.’

‘Hey, Lieutenant.’ She still seems shy about using his first name. Maybe it’s a habit from being raised on board ships, or maybe she’s just not sure if she’s allowed. ‘Are you okay?’

‘I will be once the pain meds kick in.’ Kaidan makes it to the next bed along and finally, finally lies down and shuts his eyes. ‘Doctor Chakwas is just… pretty strict about me coming here whenever a migraine kicks in. Just in case it’s a sign of something going wrong with my implant.’

Through the fog of everything hurts, it finally surfaces in his brain that Tali in the med bay is… that’s bad, right? ‘What about you? Are you, you know –?’

Okay, he’s not sure how to finish that sentence. There’s probably not a polite way to say hey, are you here because you’ve picked up a fatal illness?

He cracks one eye open, just enough to see her looking glumly at him. He’s not sure how he can tell that she’s glum when all he can see is her eyes, but yeah. She’s glum. ‘You know how I took a hit on Feros?’

‘Yeah.’

‘And how I disinfected it, and used my patch kit on the suit breach, and told Shepard I was fine?’

‘Yeah.’

‘I was not fine.’ She slumps down miserably. ‘My throat is full of painful slime, my sinuses are on fire, and my halesh –’ Okay, that’s obviously some piece of quarian anatomy – ‘is more gummed up than I can describe.’

Kaidan shuts his eyes again. ‘Well, my skull feels like it’s slowly contracting and crushing my brain, so… I sort of feel you.’

She laughs weakly. ‘I should have run an extra med scan once I got back to the Normandy. I just – I wanted to help with the engine maintenance today. And there’s this combat drone design I’m working on. And now…’ There’s a sound of movement; Kaidan gets the impression that she’s gesturing at the med bay in angry helplessness.

‘I feel that too.’ And he does. He really does. This isn’t the worst migraine he’s ever had – he can actually hold a conversation, which some days would be beyond him. But it’s… it’s not great. And he had things to do. Ash was running a drill and wanted him to look over her plans. He had a cleaning shift at fourteen hours. Shepard wanted to talk strategy for Noveria.  And yes, he knows he has a right to take time off for a medical issue. He knows he’s no use to Ash or Shepard or anyone when he can’t even walk in a straight line. But knowing that doesn’t quite get rid of the squirm in his belly, the one that feels like letting people down.

Tali’s quiet for a minute, aside from the ever-present, barely-audible hum of her suit systems, and the occasional sniff from behind her helmet. Then she says, unexpectedly, ‘I’m just… I’m so tired. You know what I mean?’

Kaidan’s head throbs. He swallows. ‘Oh, yeah.’

The constant vigilance. Always having to be careful about where he goes – is this room too bright? Is this one too loud? – in case something triggers another bad spell. Taking hits to the head in a fight that anyone else could just shrug off, but that for him mean another trip to the med bay to make sure his implant isn’t damaged. Trying to do his job and suddenly finding, no, he can’t, because his body has decided that today’s the day he just doesn’t get to function.

Tali… she must go through the same awful deal, just in a different flavour. Always being careful, so careful. Someone else’s minor injury being her okay, let’s get a med check to make sure I won’t die. It’s not the same, of course: Kaidan can eat food without filtering it, touch people without protective layers, see people’s faces without a tinted mask. Still… there’s a tone in her voice that he knows from his own.

There’s a heavy silence. Then Tali says, ‘You know what’s really stupid? I left my datapad in my cabin, so I can’t even watch vids.’

Kaidan smiles. He’s seen her down in Engineering, a few times, hands flying around over the machinery, rocking back and forth on her heels. Idleness obviously doesn’t suit her. ‘You can borrow mine, if you like.’

‘Really?’ Her voice is already brighter. ‘I mean – won’t the noise will make you feel worse?’

‘Nah, I’ll be good.’ He’s not just saying it; there’s a blissful numbness creeping through his head which means that his meds are finally getting to work. He fishes the datapad from his pocket, taps in his passcode, and hands it over. ‘What kind of vids do you like?’

Her whole being perks up – tone, body, everything. ‘Oh, all of them.Any genre, any species. I mean… asari vids can be a bit long. I mean, they’re made by people who can spend a decade making a vid and a whole day watching it. Turians… their vids can be a bit depressing. There’s a lot of ‘this war ended with almost everyone dead, but one turian is still standing, so it’s a victory!”

‘What about quarians? What kinds of stories do your people tell?’

A small laugh echoes inside the helmet. ‘Quarian vids are pretty limited by environment. We don’t have a lot of varied sets to work with. So we tell the best long-running dramas. There’s one ship in the Flotilla that’s been hosting the same series for over eighty standard years now. Following the crew as they change over time, that sort of thing.’ She taps the base of her helmet. ‘It’s pretty good, but… I think if you watched it, you’d think there were a lot more explosions, murders and shipwide romantic entanglements in the Flotilla than there actually are.’

‘Human dramas are like that too.’

Tali laughs. ‘Quarian dramas make human dramas look relaxed.’

Kaidan finds he’s actually able to grin. ‘So what do human vids tell you about us?’

Her helmet tilts as she considers. ‘That you’re very individualistic. I mean, not every human culture. But you put a lot of focus onto characters and personal journeys.’ She scrolls down the datapad screen – looking through vid lists, presumably – then stops. It’s hard to tell, but Kaidan thinks she might be frowning. ‘I did notice… in a lot of human media, the biotics are…’

Another insistent pulse of pain through his temples. Kaidan sighs. ‘Crazy extremists?’

‘Yes. Do you… do you mind if I ask why that is?’

‘No, it’s fine.’ Kaidan turns onto his back and stares up at the dim ceiling. ‘A lot of the early generation of biotics, the ones who got the same implants as me… let’s just say I got off lightly. Most ended up with much more serious medical conditions. And when people found out about the side effects of the L2 implants, the media got the bit between its teeth and –’ Yeah, no, that wasn’t going to translate. ‘Sorry. Human saying. They got a certain impression, and they ran with it.’

Tali’s quiet for several seconds. Kaidan twists his head to face her, and sees the pale eyes behind the mask giving him a long, steady look.

‘I’m sorry,’ she says. And then, after a moment, ‘They tell lies about us, too.’

Kaidan holds her gaze, and feels terribly, achingly sad. ‘Yeah,’ he says. ‘I bet they do.’

 The way people look at Tali as she walks through the Presidium… it’s familiar. Not quite the same. There’s a note of scorn in the looks they give to Tali – but there’s suspicion, too, and that’s something he knows. All the times back on Earth, after he got back from Jump Zero, when he shook someone’s hand or opened a door, and their eyes found the implants. They way they stared at him like he was a loaded gun. All the documents he had to fill out to do anything, the knowledge that any government he lived under would always be hovering a few steps away, keeping tabs, making sure.

Remembering Rahna – remembering that obvious, instinctive fear in her eyes – is an old memory now, the kind that’s a faded scar. But he remembers the shock of it, back when he was seventeen. When no one had looked at him like that before, and it was dizzying and new and felt like a hole in his gut.

He bets Tali has that hole in her gut all the time.

Kaidan pushes himself up a little – which makes his brain spin, but he manages it – and gives Tali a smile. ‘Well. Let’s look for something that gets us both right.’

‘Definitely.’ She flicks through the options for a minute more, then pauses. ‘Have you ever seen Fleet and Flotilla?’

‘I think I’ve heard of it.’ There’s a faint memory of seeing an ad for it, maybe, and thinking it was the kind of thing he’d have loved as a kid. Space exploration. Justice. Love. ‘The… war romance, right?’

‘Yes!’ Tali’s legs bounce. ‘It’s – keelah, it’s so good, it’s – it’s about this girl, Shalei, who’s on her pilgrimage. And she’s interested in the geth, because she’s got this dream of finding a way to defeat them and take back the Homeworld, right? And when she finds something, she goes to the Citadel for help, but no one will listen except this one turian called Bellicus –’

‘Hold up. Wasn’t that… exactly what you were doing when we met you? Minus the turian, I mean.’

Tali ducks her head, suddenly shy. ‘I… I really, really like the vid.’

No kidding. Kaidan smiles. ‘So let’s watch it.’

His head still feels like a bombsite, and when he thinks about all the things he wants to be doing for his crew and isn’t, the rest of him hurts too. But maybe he’s still doing something for his crew, sitting in the med bay with his sick squadmate – his sick friend – and sharing her favourite vid with her. Maybe he’s doing something for him, too. He doesn’t do that too often.

Tali props the datapad up on the table between their beds, her whole body one big smile. ‘You’re going to love this,’ she promises, and presses play.

[soulfarer23]

The truth about the Void-State is starting to sink in

so yea, I've been 'over'consuming loa/shifting/void-state Tumblr a bit, but I feel like, after reading very similar things in many different ways, It's starting to actually sink in.

By that I mean, I don't just know it, I genuinely understand it and its implications. ( I think lol )

I used to see the Void-State just as the 'instant manifestation' state, but It's so much more. It's me. Literally. I am LITERALLY the 'Void-State'. It's me in my purest, unfiltered form. It's my pure consciousness. And it exists unattached to any vessel or reality. It just is.

Now the affirmation 'I am' makes sense to me. I don't know if it's because I am not a native speaker, but I never fully got it. It always felt like there was something missing, like, I am what?

But that's literally it, I am. I exist. And that's what I am.

Not a body, not a human, not a person, not any DNA information. Not even someone from reality XYZ. I just am.

I am naturally omni-everything and eternal. My power is as infinite as infinite gets. The only thing to ever appear to diminish that power is the reality I choose to be aware of and the vessel I choose to experience that reality with. And that's always my choice, and my choice alone.

One question I often ask myself when I see posts like these from people who seem to 'know it all' is. Why. are. you. still. here.

And well, I am still here too. Have I woken up in the Void-State after 21 days of affirming? no, at least not in the 3d, but I won't go on one of these 'only the 4d matters' rants.

Well, why am I so convinced in the Void-State then? Well I was there once, years ago before I had a damn clue about anything. I just dreamed and suddenly my mind was sharply aware and awake, but there was nothing. No sound, no sensations and pure darkness. I wondered if I was dead, genuinely, yet I couldn't panic, I was content. I just existed. (thinking back, having these thoughts while being pure consciousness seems kinda dangerous)

So years later, I still clearly remembered this event vividly until I had a big 'OH' moment when I found out about the 'Void-State', and I finally understand what I felt back then. It was pure freedom and peace of mind.

Let it sink in. Mine and your most natural state is that of pure omnipotence, freedom and peace. Infinitely. Eternally. Literally.

All that keeps us away from that state is our assumption, some people (younger me for example) even still getting in without having a clue it exists. We can even guarantee it by assuming it, which ties back into loa. We are always in control, we really just have to realize and accept it. It's there, it's always been there, you just couldn't see it. Now you can. Take it and don't let anything in this reality stop you. NOW.

[oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse]

Can you do some breeding hcs for dark! Sebastian and Omnis pls! (With F!reader)

Love the work darling 💕

NSFW Headcannons for dark!Sebastian and dark!Ominis w/breeding kink

Ominis x f!reader; Sebsatian x f!reader

Warnings - 18+ smut

Ominis

he loves finger fucking you after finishing inside of you to thoroughly make sure you can get pregnant

he likes to choke you and whisper in your ear, asking if you're ready for him

he likes making you tell him how badly you need his cum and exactly where you need it

his favorite thing is to fuck you on all fours and force you to hold your legs closed after he's finished, he doesn't want to lose a drop

when he finally lets you relax and it seeps out, he enjoys making you taste the combination of your cum mixed together

he makes you tell him that it tastes just right to make a baby

some quotes would include

"I love feeling your thighs tremble to hold in my seed"

"tell me how badly you need me to breed you"

"maybe I'll fuck you twice just to be sure it's enough"

Sebastian

obsessed with the thought of putting a baby inside of you

he sees it as a huge badge you'll be wearing for 9 months showing everyone what you let him do to you

until you become pregnant he'll be pumping load after load into you, as often as possible

he loves keeping you on your back an fucking you after he cums just to push it deeper inside of you of you

the wet sloshing and slapping sounds that it makes as he does it really fuel him

when you're out and about together he loves to whisper to you about how nobody knows that you're going to go home and be used

really loves it when you put your underwear on after sex and hold his seed inside

especially after some kind of quickie where you have to feel it all on down your thighs and pretend like nothing happened around people

he loves talking dirty to you with breeding you being the goal in mind

"I can't wait to put a baby inside of you"

"your pussy's just so eager for a baby"

"you're a perfect cum slut"