Lee Rosevere - Ascent
Recorded on 4-track summer 1992 while noodling
on myfriends new keyboard. All noises by LR.
Jan Turkenburg and his pupils of the
Geert Grote School - In My Spaceship
Music: Jan Turkenburg
Lyrics and Vocals: Jan Turkenburg and group
7 of the Geert Grote School
Glockenspiels and xylophones: group 4 and 5
of the Geert Grote School
"Final countdown": group 3 of the
Geert Grote School
Recording/editing: Jan Turkenburg
Samples of "Star Trek" and "Star
Trek the next generation" were used.
When I heard of this outer space compilation,
I new I had to do something with my old Yamaha
electronic organ. That's the kind of instrument
I used to imitate the Star Trek sounds with
when I was a kid. The song is about my sleepless
nights when I wish I just could beam myself
up to my spaceship and leave everything behind.
I wrote it at the piano in a very short time.
The rest of the production was very time consuming
but also rewarding. One evening I had been working
so obsessively (again) at this song that I didn't
have time left to prepare my lessons at the
Geert Grote School. That's why I decided to
let the kids work at it with me. It just happened
to be that round that period the older groups
were working on a theme-project "Our universe".
I asked group seven to write down their own
reasons for wanting to take off in a spaceship.
Volunteers even sung their lyrics into the microphone
themselves. The Geert
Grote School in Zwolle is a catholic primary
school. Every Thursday morning I'm teaching
music there and I also conduct the school orchestra.
The youngest children (4 years old) are in group
1 and the oldest (12 years old) are in group
8. As you can see above about half the school
has contributed to this project. They are all
very very excited about being on this compilation!
IN MY SPACESHIP (Lyrics)
(Ashes to ashes, funk to funky,
we know Major Tom's a junky...)
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five,
four, three, two, one, lift off!
Watch out cause I'm taking off, in my spaceship
Well farewell and lot's of love, in my spaceship
Yes, I've had it up to here
It's best to simply disappear
I will meet T'poll and Dax, in my spaceship
Take a holo to relax, in my spaceship
I'll shake hands with Miles O'Brien
Says my engine's doing fine
And to boldly go where no-one's ever gone
before
I'll just won't be back no more
Have a drink with doctor Who, in my spaceship
To the Interstellar Zoo, in my spaceship
Singing Klingon having fun
Start a fight and then be gone
No more lessons, no more work, in his
spaceship
Gone is Mister Turkenburg, in his spaceship
Yes, I've had it up to here (Beam me up,
Scotty!)
It's best to simply disappear
And to bouldly go where no-one's ever gone
before
I'll just won't be back no more
(Wooooow! Houston, we got a problem!)
Bye bye school and bye bye world in
my spaceship
Jesse Klundert taking off in my spaceship
No more moaning say good-bye
See my brother no more cry in my spaceship
No more busy, always quiet in my spaceship
I will travel through the night in my spaceship
No more home work, no more home work!
No more tidying up my room, in my spaceship
We will travel on the moon, in my spaceship
Gone is Missis Hoogerman, in her spaceship
No more science, no more maths
Gone is whole the f***** mess!
No more home work, no more school, in my
spaceship
Go to space are very cool, no more home
work
In his spaceship, in his spaceship, in his
...
Yes, I've had it up to here (Get off my
bridge!)
It's best to simply disappear (Energize)
And to boldly go where no-one's ever gone
before
I'll just won't be back no more
Tien, negen, acht, zeven, zes,
vijf, vier, drie, twee, een!
Dag Meneer Jan!
The Apartment - Viva la Urano!
Amongst the billions and billions of
heavenly bodies sprinkled throughout our universe
sits a wonderfully fascinating and yet oddly
mysterious little planet by the name of Uranus.
Not much is known about this little blue giant
but what is will come spewing forth in this
song composed by the apartment with narration
by Dom (aka Carlos Saganos) of Orelode. Our
universe is an weird wonderful and exciting
place to live and hopefully this song will inspire
you to explore it further.
Nova Social - Orbit Around The Moon
Recorded under this title (by his Blue
Men) and in a revved-up form as "Huskie
Team" (by The Saints), this has always
been one of our favorite Joe Meek confections.
Strap on your anti-gravity suits, shake your
asses and enjoy our love letter to Joe. - David
& Thom Nova
Dana Countryman -- Lovesick Martian
Boy
(Countryman) © 2003 Friends/Romans Music,
BMI
Retired publisher/editor of Cool and Strange
Music Magazine, now currently recording his
first CD of wacked-out, happy electronic tunes.
"Lovesick Martian Boy" came to me
literally in the shower one morning, and I used
a variety of electronic instruments in recording
it, particularly the Ondioline.
Bruce Lenkei - Comet Ride
I've always loved the song "Telstar".
Both the melody and the downright strangeness
and distortion of the sound. It's unlike any
other records I've heard from the early '60's.
"Comet Ride" is my attempt at a sort
of updated version.
Wild Acoustic Chamber Orchestra (WACO)
- They Dwell on Other Girls
WACO has been described as "some
old, grouchy guys and a bunch of hot young chicks
in evening gowns," but there are a few
hot guys and old, grouchy chicks in the 12-piece
chamber orchestra as well. The group employs
neither kitsch nor schtick nor any other words
containing the letter sequence "-sch-"
(with the possible exception of "schwa").
This piece is an acoustic mash-up of a 1980
new wave pop hit with a jazz piece written by
a famous native of Saturn. It was recorded mostly
live in a basement in Echo Park while children
were upstairs doing homework involving optical
illusions.
Mr. Fab - Bossa Super Nova
The song in question, "Bossa Super
Nova", features rhythms courtesy of an
organ's built-in drum machine, spacey synth,
Brasil 66-inspired vocals, and loops, all drinking
genuine rocket bourbon on a forbidden planet.
Guest vocals from Robbie the Robot. We (as you
all should) thank our agent-in-the-field Otis
Fodder for all his good work.
Eddie the Rat - There's No Such Place
As Outer Space
Music & lyric written by Peter Martin
Performed by Eddie the Rat
Vocals by Molly Tascone
LowLiFi - Launch Patterns for the Space
Age Girl
The song "Launch Patterns for
the Space Age Girl" was written directly
for this compilation. The song features no use
of sample loops only pure sound orchestrated
and manipulated for your pleasure.
Jack Fetterman and the In Hi-Fi Music
Direction - Chicken Dance
The idea behind the arrangement of the "Chicken
Dance (Flying saucer mix)" was to allow
the influence of the styles of Esquivel and
Perrey & Kingsley to create an outer space
tinged version of the normally insufferable
"Chicken Dance," that was actually
enjoyable. Computer simulated versions of the
following instruments were used: the human voice,
oscillators, theremin, piano, ondioline, hammond
organ, echoplex, kettle drum, various cartoon
sound effects, and street percussion kit. These
were sometimes played backwards.
Seksu Roba - Telstar
Our attempt at a modern cheesy techno
take on Joe Meek's classic outer space theme,
featuring Sukho on the theremin to carry the
main melody. We couldn't afford to hire a male
chorus. We perform this at our shows, trying
to bring live theremin song playing to audiences.
Hopefully Joe Meek is up there somewhere in
the heavens above dancing to our little homage.
The Vivisectors - Belka and Strelka,
The Spase Dogs
This song is dedicated to Belka and
Strelka. The Russian dogs who went into space
earlier than Gagarin. They are real heroes of
outer space!
Lullabelle - Sputter
Seemingly endless streams of information have
been traveling into deep space for many years,
since the first of our human radio transmissions.
Just like a town dump, the air out there is
thick with the smell of old laughter, the soiled
remains of cold terror and spent tiny lives
expanding infinitely to the horizon. This is
the human radiological legacy. We are so mortally
afraid of being alone in the universe, but we
really don't want some powerful intelligence
to travel to our neighborhood and come kick
our ass. This is our song, a deep space transmission
to excite others out there, to prepare the way
before we explore the air and become star children.
The Lounge King meets Monsieur Max
- A Gigantic Spacecraft!
In 2003, one night in the heart of
Montreal Monsieur Max (Maxim Lepage) met The
Lounge King, and just after some martinis and
Tiki drinks they decided that an immediate collaboration
should be a "must". The first result:
"A Gigantic Spacecraft" in which Monsieur
Max shows his orchestral skills combined with
the Lounge King's samples and sonic textures.
The song is a remix of a lost theme from the
movie "Journey to the Center of time"
(1967).
Inzah - Inner Trip
'Inner Trip' is about 'being chilled'. U can
feel it while you meditate for example. Its
about leaving body and flying to a place where
everything is silent, peaceful. This feeling
is created inside U , but its very similar to
flying in outer space.
B.C. Sterrett w/ Janae Olson - Somewhere
In Space
My first solo debut recording! Produced by Jason
Polland. Another in a line of songs I wrote
about zombies and being single. Janae Olson
goes to my church. I had a big crush on her
and was trying to get the courage to talk to
her. But when I phoned her about singing in
this song, I didn't feel like I could ask her
out at the same time. She's now dating someone
else. All the more appropriate :) I feel like
Daniel Johnston.
Atton Paul - Circling The Imaginary
Constellation Of Aldowian Haas
This track was made entirely with toy keyboards
and recorded onto 4-track cassette with a final
master to dat. ENJOY.
Wisteriax vs. Fred Yarm - Vortexian
Waltz
The Vortexian Waltz track features Fred Yarm
on theremin and fx and Karen Langlie/Wisteriax
on cello, shortwave radio, and fx. The track
was mixed by Mike Langlie of Twink. Fred Yarm
is a Boston area DJ, phonographer, and sound
artist. Karen Langlie is a Boston area cellist
and noise artist who has a release on Infinite
Sector, and also plays in the 1920's-inspired
ensemble, the Sob Sisters. The Vortexian Waltz
represents their first collaboration together.
R. Stevie Moore - Rockets By Two
Composed in Babylon NY by Victor Lovera
performed & recorded at home by RSM
Nashville TN, 8 April 1974
Ton Rückert - Monding
Monding (literally "mouth" or "estuary")
came about as the result of a mistake, I wanted
to load a certain set of sounds into my sampler
to play a midi file, but instead I fed it a
messily chopped up very lo-fi drum loop, with
devastating effect. And so I recorded it and
built around it with samples which were all
taken from various websources, the piece is
from around 2000, just like the one that was
featured on Jan
Turkenburg's 52 weeks, "Walvis in de
sterrenzee" (Wale in the sea of stars),
I did some editing on them before I sent them
in, but they're basically as they were. One
of the last things I made was a short piece
sort of deconstructing a CD Marco Kalnenek sent
me with music of his, Effe den hond oetloate
(Limburg dialect for "Briefly letting out
the dog"), that may eventually appear on
a CD with remixes.
Gulag Picture Radio - WXRT - Xmas On
The Moon
Some years ago when I was in a band, I created
a short Christmas greeting for Chicago's WXRT
local music holiday program. It was a pretty
odd minute of radio, and consisted mostly of
my strident narration and a soundtrack cobbled
together from old sound effects records. I was
astonished not only to hear it played, but that
it was also somewhat popular. Though bandless,
XRT's Richard Milne has asked me to create these
audio pastiches every year. This one has fewer
canned effects than most, created mostly with
the Alesis AirSynth (an all-plastic theremin
wanna-be... and highly cool I might add) and
lots of multitracking effects. My upstairs neighbor
ruined multiple takes because she walks like
she hates the floor, and she offered me several
helpful reprimands during this project when
I dared let me music creep up to a somewhat
audible level.
Fortyone - They're On The Moon Right
Now
What if they are on the moon right now? How do you know they're not? I've never been to the moon, have you? And just who are they? Their hands resemble pinchers that's all I know. From The Basement to the surface of our solitary natural satellite go thoughts of extraterrestrial life, other realms, cultural lies, lies about cultural lies, what truth really means, and girls in brightly colored panties. And from this information gathering unit to you and all others goes music to watch stars by. I like to think of stars and outer space and sample things in innerspace. I also like to offer ALL of my music for FREE. So head on over to 41music.net for complete releases for free download. I know earthlings like free music. I also know earthlings like small bits of plastic so if you'd like physical copies just make contact and I'll snail mail copies to you anywhere in the world. Close encounters of the 41st kind await.
Laze - Intergalactic Pilot
Cuts by DJ Ragz. In college I had this concept
for a comic that I wanted to write about a space
traveller that fought his enemies with sound
waves... it was inspired by Scientist and his
heavy dub sounds and cartoonish concept albums
in the 80s. While the comic never came to fruition,
I did carry the "Intergalactic Pilot"
idea to a radio show I did called "Trancelike
State" where I introduced myself each episode
as "Laze, your intergalactic pilot for
this trip along the spatial plane. Sit back
and let yourself be pushed on the mood swing..."
You'll notice all those phrases found their
way into this track. I extended the idea of
the track into this grander concept of a world
where sounds and music all existed freely because
they floated in the air, where sampling and
creating something new based on someone else's
art was as legal and as common as breathing.
Times are changing, and the people that were
arguing ten years ago about how sampling was
just "stealing" are the same people
now downloading The Grey Album and heralding
it as pure genius.
Lungbutter - The Martians Aren't Coming
"The Martians Aren't Coming"
hails from The Most Hated Band In Town. It is
a satirical take on the culture of fear that
penetrates our society, boldly pronouncing that
- largely fed by a media hell bent on sensationalism
- we are all afraid of the wrong things. "Martians"
is melodic, catchy, and infectious; it is bathed
in enough irony that one might confuse it for
a love song.
Howard Amb - Outer Space
'Outer Space' is from the 2003 CD "between
Air Supply & the Art of Noise" by Howard
Amb. This escapist fantasy reaches over the
other side of the fence to touch the greener
grass in the stars.
The Pan-Galactic All Stars - 3,000,000
Million Light Years To Altair IV
The discovery of the holographic data cube in
a small coffeeshop on a side street in Amsterdam
left mr_melvis speechless. He had read about
these little buggers before, but had never seen
one up close. No one was sure how they had appeared
here in the 22nd Century (considering that they
had been traced forward to the year 3035). All
mr_melvis knew was that it contained the music
of machines, specifically space craft and their
equipment, which would create spontaneous jam
sessions for entertainment during long, deep
space voyages, while their crews slept in suspended
animation. But how to access the sounds? This
would take some expertise he didn't posess,
but mr_melvis knew right where to find it. Back
in Neuvo York, mr_melvis hurried up 15th street
towards the beckoning flashing neon of The Korova
Milk Bar. He was going to meet the one man he
knew would be able to find the way to unlock
the secrets of the space music container. Entering
the bar, he headed towards the stage and saw
his old friend Tabuzak, the house DJ at the
Korova. Wordlessly handing him the data cube,
he watched as Tabuzak's eyes gleamed almost
as brightly as the container he held in his
hands. Tabuzak immediately took the cube and
began to spin it on it's corner on the edge
of the stage. As it spun, Tabuzak expertly took
out a sonic hook knife and began to slice at
the unit, making precise, slashing movements.
Pieces of the container's cover flew around
him as Tabuzak continued to carve away at the
cube. This was sonic surgery at it's finest.
All at once, with a lunging motion, Tabuzak
split open the cube and the future sounds of
machine music spilled out in a rushing wave
of total sensory overload, filling the bar with
incredible astral sounds and holding everyone
in the area in total sonic awe. mr_melvis and
Tabuzak both looked at each other with huge
grins and at the same time proclaimed: "Hey!!!
We can do something with this"!
sciflyer - Set The Controls For the
Heart of the Sun
Written by Pink Floyd, 1968.
Song was recorded on 4-track cassette by Larry
Campos and Steve Kennedy.
Personnel (for the song in question):
Steve Kennedy - guitars, voice, Star Wars walkie-talkies
Kim Kennedy - bass
Larry Campos - drums
Astrochimp - 21 Chin-Ups in Outer Space
Since this is a "new track" made up
of an old track (1998) I am using Astrochimp
as a pseudonym in homage to Ham
the Astrochimp to whom I am currently enthralled.
What an awesome dude! (I wonder if he agreed
to all that?). The music on this track reminds
me of something a chimp could probably do in
a studio! I combined this spacechimp-like music
with a modified and edited version of an ad-lib
A Cappella song Tom Webb (a childhood and current
dear friend) and I laid down on cassette in
his Baltimore basement in 1977. I am happy to
revisit and release such absurd energy. Thanks
Tom.
Weirdomusic - Fiber visits the Q Continuum
'Fiber visits the Q Continuum' is Weirdomusic's
first new work in almost 10 years. It's also
is the second contribution to a Comfort Stand
release, after 'Fiber, ruler of Pinakel' (recorded
in 1990) appeared on the Two Zombies Later comp
in November 2003.
komafuzz - The Disco on Nebula 4
A textured collage of small sounds.
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Space.
Twisting through a neighborhood of quasars on the
other side of our galaxy. Colossal re-composition
of the senses Doc Who style with a splash of Rimbaud.
Blue. Pulsating radio waves and jumbled azure noise
spin her on cosmic spit like a spellbound trance lamb
beyond between Mars and Jupiter into the Belt. They
call her JJ Heartbreak. Asteroids. 3-D Atari thunder.
She dodge jagged mountain-sized shards. No ship. Green
amber space suit shoot her through this maze of renegade
stardust. Pink. Sanctuary in a nebula. Resting a moment
among foetal stars awaiting birth and rebirth- stars
in the process of forgetting what was, meditating
in the womb, burning off karma. Aborted. She fall
screaming silently through a gap in the continuum.
Vacuum. Distant lights. The undulations hit her sonic
trauma hijack. She speed now to the edge of time.
Frog. From some dead satellite, the voice of Charles
de Gaulle, post-post-World War II. A call to the Polynesian
savages: [Babblefish] "Come to Tahiti! For work,
abundance." A dirty trick. A universal lie skittering
its way to the border of the universe, spewing immeasurable
zero gravity holographic Gitanes and Brigitte Bardot
dolls in its wake. Blender. Back to Milky Way. Doll
trauma drive her to drink in Coma Berenices. Exotic
niche in the finite expansion. What is this? Some
sort of interstellar sex donkey playing a theremin
for her pleasure while she sip Bossa Nova Borealis
next to succulent rugby player from South Africa,
Earth. Nebulosity. A schooner fashioned from crispy
magellanic clouds, propelled by the power of her will.
It is happy hour in constellation Carina. Rough and
tumble sailors of the ether pound a concoction known
as Dr. Funk (a recipe that travelled the vast distance
from Papeete, Earth) - all this while throwing titanium
coins at android pole dancers.
