posted on March 1, 2012 at 9:05 pm

rampion redux

from rampions notes

i get closer and closer all the time

the zenith algorithm

the gossamer cord that holds us here

the reason for right

the reason for wrong

i have discovered new combinations

i have stumbled upon a new pattern

during improvisation

during meditation

during composition

during love with excelon

during contemplation of ordinary things

observation of condensation

clouds which move like spirits through the skies

the intangible etheric caress of new music

music rushing into the voids of my head

music waiting patiently to be written

the exaltation of a thousand rhapsodies

the clash of huge orchestras crashing into agonising dissonance

whirlpools of reeds and strings

harp mirages in shattered shards

the ever insistent chatter of the percussion

turning to a rawer flavour

and every sound brings forth images

images of light

images of saints

images of nymphs in their nakedness

and then i see right through it all

through the flood of information

through the symbols through the masks

through the maya which distorts and mocks

through the obfuscation of matter and mind

through time through distance through memory

and there behind everything

a delicious empty place

there is nothing then suddenly there is everything

from where are these things springing….i wonder…?

so i stand back in my mind

small and tiny and hidden

the music continues to materialise

the visions continue appear

oh memories but not mine

all possible music all possible worlds

the horizon of perfection a black line of silence

then rise blazing stars stabbing glorious melody

chaos into arithmetic into energy into purest love

i reach for my piano

my fingers so white against the black notes

the room so still though humming with potential

a dome in my brain is reverberating a drone

tuning into that steadfast note

locking on to the power of that sound

then my fingers with even the barest impulse

glide across the keys i gently coax the beginning

the beginning of what…i wonder as i watch myself …?

i stop and i prepare a cup of nepenthe

i take a deep draught

and i my fingers moved in strange combinations

and in strange times

as my fingers played variations on the theme of the beginning

my head was clouded in other sound

like marbled veins of music shot through with crimson or blue

the struggle for life and more sweetness

trumpets blew down walls

lyres summoned angels

lutes invoked lush green gardens where were courtly maids

drums unleashed inferno and fleshpots

i hurl down bass

i slap on harmony roughly

i drag the music from my head screaming

i herd the trampling noises through my brain

i capture the vanguard in one suite

some things arrive intact miraculously

other things must be patched and repaired

but i realise these words are meaningless

music doesnt happen in words

music doesnt reside in pictures or glyphs

and it hurts as it comes through

it burns up as it enters my mind

then it slips smoothly soothing

then it murmurs its name

then it so warm

then it so calm

then it travels at fond speed

illuminating planes and spheres of darkness

this music i have received somehow from somewhere

and i often laugh

who knows how long has passed

one minute or one year

this feeling is sustaining and yet killing me

i am combusting on myself yet always remade

and music surrounds me like the sea

and i breathe it in

and i move on




19 Responses to “transducer”

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 1 March 2012 at 9:28 pm #

    Fantastic…Twice the KILBEY !!!!!
    Indeed – who can ask for more !!!

    A triplet possibly…


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      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 1 March 2012 at 9:31 pm #

      You went and fixed it…ur bloody fast…its all magic, isn’t it Steve ???

      This web, this internet thing…www. whateveryouwantorneed.whatever


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    colette | 2 March 2012 at 4:59 am #

    A shot in the dark of silken milk.

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    Jesiah6 | 2 March 2012 at 11:01 am #

    I really like this one!

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    DavidP | 2 March 2012 at 12:14 pm #

    rampion the champion
    the mythical mystical musical meister
    reminds a bit of maestro beetho and maestro kilbo

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    . | 2 March 2012 at 12:45 pm #

    i stood by a buzzing light pole in tucson
    the hum of electricity transported me away
    and i found myself as a tiny particle in space
    the cold and darkness began to surrounded me
    but the bright stars ebowed in the distance,
    causing my elemental components to vibrate
    the space around me became fluid and alive
    while waves of music energy jostled me here and there
    i became magnetic, attracting another loose particle
    and we traveled light years together to find the source
    we eventually found others who became part of our quest
    as we attempted to imitate the majesty of the stars
    luckily a goddess gliding between realms found us
    a friend of rampion she was and she took us to him
    and we learned the blissful music of the heavens

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 2 March 2012 at 1:54 pm #

    That’s a great picture today, the window behind you has a glistening quality, inviting..
    There is magic going on up in those trees,
    I just picked up a Simmons Electro Kit and upgraded with an Alesis 4 signature MIDI pad…so its a 9 piece set ( my acoustic Tama set has seen better days many years ago) — I juiced it up with some cool used percussion tricks that Mr. Peart would be proud of ( more cowbell…needs more …cow- bell) . I really need to get better so I can start recording again. That’s the huge negative side of all the time tryn to get better, I could b painting or shredding. Hard to maintain focus when ur not well. I still don’t know how u did it, for so long, and so sadly~u were not ur self.
    Lost a lot of minutes ,hours , days, and on on on…
    Something we have in common…


  7. avatar
    Steven Krut | 2 March 2012 at 4:27 pm #

    Really lovely and fascinating imagery. A pleasure to read.

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    Anonymous | 2 March 2012 at 5:06 pm #

    it hurts as you give birth to music—–
    it hurts so bloody much —
    — but in this very bloodbath
    and in your ashes, phoenix —
    is your immortality

  9. avatar
    Chaotic Embrace | 2 March 2012 at 6:23 pm #

    Drop in2 the mystery of a web
    Speak, repeat, I’m not listening
    Sit up undress, well do the rest
    Tongues as long as hallway carpets

    Take all ur bones and make a new throne
    Ice in ur eyes, its getn too cold, so cold
    See the faint figure in the window
    She has no words left to say

    No room for mistake
    No room to walk away
    No room to forsake
    You’ll wake, your heart will leave you.


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    linjo | 2 March 2012 at 8:48 pm #

    For nostalgia’s sake on Facebook I was trying to post a clip of the
    Church from the Narara concert in 1983. All I could get was the bloody Angels. I loved being 19 and full of passion for music. The 80s scene in Sydney was a blast. Feel sorry for the kids now xxx Linda

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    eekie | 2 March 2012 at 8:56 pm #

    You look positively angelic in that pic, SK.
    Except for the sly eyes.
    They add just enough devilishness to make it interesting.

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    Linjo | 2 March 2012 at 10:46 pm #

    You are so lucky to have that in your blood dear Steve. We can only stand on the outside looking in to what creating magic can be. I get obsessed with a song and it drives me mad. At the moment I am totally mesmerised by ‘sea within a sea’ by The Horrors. on and on and on . Linda x

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    . | 3 March 2012 at 12:55 am #

    I just wanted to thank you and Mr. Cain for such fabulous songwriting on Life Somewhere Else. Song of the City has been become one of my favorite mini-epics to have and to hold. Each new listen feels like the first…a sonic, unapologetic & surrealistic journey into luscious musical dimensions few songwriters dare ever travel. Now…where’s that treasure map?

  14. avatar
    ChknOutlaws*** | 4 March 2012 at 2:11 am #

    What is so extraordinarily exquisite about ‘Life Somewhere Else’ is that , if u unfortunately get abducted along with some random farm animals (always wear clean drawers just for stuff like this) ~~~
    And u have ur mp3 player handy, the title track will most definitely convince ur abductors that there IS some ( I use the word ‘some’ cautiously) ~~~ intelligent life on that rock of dirt and water.

    Life Somewhere Else is beauty , as simply as described , perfection Steve n Jeff ~~~ kudos !!!


    {=¦=} ¡¡¡!!!¡¡¡

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    veleska1970 | 4 March 2012 at 9:27 am #

    i absolutely ADORE this photo. very ethereal and majestic.

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 March 2012 at 10:56 am #

    Still raining on sydney? Got the Inundation Blues ? Ready for the last wave?

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