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A lament from below

There are moments when a piece of music surfaces almost uninvited — not as part of a plan or a project, but as something the world itself insists on saying. Beneath is one of those moments. For months, I’ve been caught between two albums. One looks backward a collection of older recordings, half-lost in the fog of the past, made during a time when alcohol blurred the lines and debauchery masqueraded as freedom. The other looks upward newer work that seeks balance and meaning again, tracing the sevenfold heavens and the slow ascent of the soul as it sheds weight and remembers light. But Beneath doesn’t belong to either world. It sits in the underlayers in the soil, the circuitry, the dreaming dark beneath London. It is said that Izanami moves there, transmitting decay and ancient wisdom through the network a low electrical hum of forgotten knowledge that leaks through our devices and into our songs. Beneath came from that hum: a pulse of the Earth and the underworld intertwined, a ...

The Sundowners / Miriam Bordoni - Voglia [Italy] Library, Lounge, Jazz (...

Sometimes, a record surfaces that feels like it’s been beamed in from another dimension of Italian lounge perfection — sunlit, cinematic, and quietly intoxicating. The Untitled LP by Complesso Strumentale “The Sundowners” , recently sold for £1,000 , is exactly that kind of treasure. Released on the small Dany Record label, this mysterious album sits somewhere between library music, soundtrack work, and lost lounge masterpiece. Each track — from the aquatic shimmer of “Sci Acquatico” to the smoky café elegance of “Appuntamento al Royal” and “Jasmine” — feels like it’s scoring a film that never existed. There’s a warmth here that modern recordings rarely capture — that analog glow of a small studio filled with wood-panel walls and well-worn instruments. It’s no surprise collectors go wild for these kinds of records. The Sundowners’ blend of cinematic cool, wistful melody, and soft groove makes it endlessly listenable. And then there’s that voice. Sometimes, you just want to snug...

Harvest Moon 2025: A Return, A Release

The recent moons have left me spent — tides of light dragging at the edges of my vision, pulling me into exhaustion I didn’t fully understand until their passing. I write this now in welcome — to the incoming moon, to new cycles, to what follows. This Harvest Moon, poised to rise as a supermoon, arrives not just as a celestial spectacle, but as a marker: of turning, of emergence, of motion forward. In its glow I sense permission — permission to move, to breathe, to open. I am releasing “Beneath” alongside this moonrise. There’s a rightness in their alignment. Beneath, as title, as concept, as song: what lies under, what is hidden, what yearns to become visible. With this track comes a sense of progress, of output — of offering something formed from stillness. And I believe: more will follow. In the night to come, when the moon climbs above rooftops or peaks, I’ll watch for its softness, its bold fullness. May clouds part. May the light find its way. May listeners find the spaces beneat...

Is this tears beneath or just beneath?

There are moments when a piece of music surfaces almost uninvited not as part of a plan or a project, but as something the world itself insists on saying. Beneath is one of those moments. For months, I’ve been caught between two albums. One looks backward a collection of older recordings, half-lost in the fog of the past, made during a time when alcohol blurred the lines and debauchery masqueraded as freedom. The other looks upward newer work that seeks balance and meaning again, tracing the sevenfold heavens and the slow ascent of the soul as it sheds weight and remembers light. But Beneath doesn’t belong to either world. It sits in the underlayers — in the soil, the circuitry, the dreaming dark beneath London. It is said that Izanami moves there, transmitting decay and ancient wisdom through the network — a low electrical hum of forgotten knowledge that leaks through our devices and into our songs. Beneath came from that hum: a pulse of the Earth and the underworld intertwined, a sor...

Hex String to Midi *

Today, I am mostly converting Hex to Midi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