The autumn equinox is an astronomical event when the Earth's axis does not tilt toward or away from the sun. The sun shines directly above the equator, giving nearly equal hours of day and night worldwide. In the Northern Hemisphere, it lands around September 22 or 23 and marks the first day of fall.

I invite you to listen from start to finish, challenging the temptation to fast forward and reveal what is later experienced. In the words of Brian Eno - ambient music must be able to accommodate many levels of listening attention without enforcing one in particular; it must be as ignorable as it is interesting.

Tracklist:
1. monolake - mass transit railway
2. videni - evaporate
3. biosphere - from solid to a liquid
4. nils frahm - them
5. biosphere - as the sun kissed the horizon
6. alva noto - xerrox monophaser 2
7. floating Points, pharoah sanders & the london symphony orchestra - Movement 1
8. biosphere - kobresia
9. nils petter molvær, mino cinelu - process of breathing
11. charles.a.d / addiction - holography
12. field recording - forest ambience
13. dialog ft. Benji - silence (child version)
14. the alchemical theory - abyss of the nine (simone bauer black river interpretation
15. dorisburg, sebastian mullaert - skyward
16. rising sun - broken view
17. bendik baksaas, maria brinch - inya lake iv
18. monolake - lantau (beginning of track)
19. hidolas - iddu
20. ok eg - open sky
21. tristan arp - beneath the world staring upwards
23. aphex twin - aisatsana
24. ligovskoi - labiate (abdulla rashim Remix)
26. unreleased by me
27. field recording taken by me walking home from a forest rave

Ambient Selections: Høstjevndøgn (Autumn Equinox)

The narrator insists his scattered thoughts are architecture rather than clutter. IDM and Slowcore let isolated fragments accumulate patiently until patterns begin to emerge, mirroring a mind that reaches understanding through connections rather than straight lines.

The Scenic Route

Lyrics/License

The Scenic Route (IDM-Slowcore)

Darkness Of The Light

Mon premier enregistrement audio avec une sélection de musiques deep house, des touches jazz et un cadre doux et chaleureux.

23 Septembre 2026 Record

The room always felt smallest at 3:00 AM. 
Outside the window, the world was wrapped in a heavy, freezing quiet, but inside, the air hummed with the low, steady vibration of monitors, power strips, and hard drives. 
For months, the pressure had been tightening like a vice. 
Between health scares that threw futures into question and the exhausting grind of trying to keep afloat, the days blurred into a grueling sequence of survival.   
It was easy to feel lost when every direction looked like a digital maze of dead ends and flickering shadows. When the panic threatened to swallow the hours whole, the screen became the only anchor left.   
Sitting at the desk, hands resting over the keyboard and the interface, the creator didn't look at the mess or the mounting bills. 
They looked at the waveforms. 
Every kick drum, every synthesized bassline, and every chopped vocal sample was meticulously carved out of the silence. It wasn't just a distraction; it was a lifeline. 
In a life where everything else felt out of control, the studio was a fortress built out of raw grit, transforming the heavy fog of anxiety into something concrete, loud, and alive.   
Night after night, the work continued in isolation. 
But slowly, imperceptibly, the numbers started to change. 
What began as a desperate transmission into an empty digital void started reaching other ears. Comments trickled in, then grew messages from people miles away who were fighting their own silent battles, feeling the exact same crushing fear.   
The realization hit quietly: they weren't just trapped in a dark room anymore. 
They were building a global family, bound together by the same relentless pulse.   
When the track finally builds to its crescendo driven by flashing neon rhythms and a defiant, pulsing bassline it represents more than just music. 
It’s the sound of breaking through the heavy metal fog. 
The struggle hasn't vanished entirely, but the perspective has shifted. 
The door is open, the satellite beam is cutting through the clouds, and the dark room is finally giving way to the first hard, beautiful light of dawn.

Out of the Haze

Everyone arrives carrying something, even when it doesn’t show on the outside. Contemporary Folk keeps the metaphor close to ordinary life, giving the lyric a restrained, intimate setting where emotional baggage feels less like confession than something quietly observed in ourselves and other people.

Baggage Claim

Baggage Claim (Contemporary Folk)

A softer, more private reading of the things people keep carrying long after they meant to leave them behind. Bedroom Pop pulls the song inward, surrounding its bags, tags and old photographs with enough haze to make the baggage feel remembered rather than merely cataloged.

Baggage Claim (Bedroom Pop)

The past keeps traveling whether its owner wants company or not. Restrained Gothic Rock darkens the song without making it theatrical, giving the carousel of regrets, guarded histories and things that refuse to stay behind a colder, more persistent gravity.

Baggage Claim (Gothic Rock)

Everyone moves through the same system carrying a different private load. Post-Punk Revival turns the baggage carousel into something almost mechanical, using repetition and detachment to make the song’s inventory of burdens feel less sentimental and more quietly relentless.

Baggage Claim (Post-Punk Revival)

Taste of Ash

--- English Interpretation ---
[Verse 1]
Hiding behind another stupid joke,
I casually tried to feel you out.
Somewhere inside, I was waiting
for you to deny exactly what I feared.
Like a fool, I just kept smiling.

[Verse 2]
Then you smiled a way I'd never seen before,
talking about someone with such tenderness.
Something snapped deep inside my chest,
and in an instant, all the color drained from the world.

[Pre-Chorus]
So I had it all wrong.
I got my hopes up on my own,
and got hurt all on my own.

[Chorus 1]
“I’m rooting for you”—the words just slipped out.
My throat burned with a Taste of Ash.
I smiled and pretended I was fine,
the last, the very last bit of Pride I had left.

[Verse 3]
I’d already said, “You can talk to me,”
so there was no backing out—
a front-row seat in hell.
The half-finished coffee, already cold,
left a bitter taste lingering on my tongue.

[Chorus 2]
“You two look good together”—another lie.
My tongue grew rough with a Taste of Ash.
So you wouldn’t see how close I was to tears,
I blamed it all on the cigarette smoke.

[Bridge]
You treat me kindly—of course I get my hopes up.
Was every smile you gave me that day a lie?
...Come on. I could never say that to you.
I just don’t want to stand in the way of your happiness.

[Chorus 3]
Every time I see you smile, I’m happy—and my chest aches.
I keep pretending, keep lying to myself.
Something seeps through the cracks appearing inside me.
It’s about to spill over now.
I can’t smile anymore.

Taste of Tears

Taste of Tears

[Outro]
“See you tomorrow.”
...Guess I can’t say that anymore.

“See you tomorrow.”
...No. I can’t say that anymore.

--- Original Japanese Lyrics ---
[Verse 1]
くだらない冗談で　誤魔化しながら
軽口混じりに　探りを入れてた
期待通りの否定を　どこかで待っていた
愚かな僕は　笑っていた

[Verse 2]
君が浮かべた　見たこともない笑顔
愛おしそうに　誰かを語る声
胸の奥で　何かが弾けて
一瞬で　世界から色が消えた

[Pre-Chorus]
勘違いだったんだな　全部
勝手に期待して　勝手に傷ついて

[Chorus 1]
「応援するよ」なんて　口が滑り落ちた
喉の奥が焦げつくような　Taste of Ash
平気なフリして　笑ってみせたのは
僕に残された　最後の　最後の Pride

[Verse 3]
「相談に乗るよ」と　言った手前
引き返せない　地獄の特等席
飲みかけの　冷めたコーヒーが
嫌に苦く　舌に残っていた

[Chorus 2]
「お似合いだよ」なんて　嘘を重ねてく
舌の上がざらついていく　Taste of Ash
泣き出しそうな顔を　見られないように
煙草の煙に　理由をなすりつけた

[Bridge]
優しくされたら　期待するだろ
あの日の笑顔も　全部嘘かよ
なんてさ　言えるわけないだろ
君の幸せを　邪魔したくないんだ

[Chorus 3]
君の笑顔を見るたび　嬉しくて胸が軋む
誤魔化し続けて　自分を騙して
胸に浮かんだヒビから　滲み出てくる
もう溢れそうだよ　笑えないよ

Taste of Tears

Taste of Tears

[Outro]
じゃあな、また明日。
なんてさ、もう言えないか。

じゃあな、また明日。
なんてさ、もう言えないさ。

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Lyrics & Concept: M. H. Bridgemore (MHB), with AI collaboration
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Taste of Ash

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I create sonically advanced tracks that blend heavy electronic energy with real-life substance, narrative, and bounce. No generic noise just pure atmospheric production, sharp storytelling, and beats that slap.

By collaborating with cutting-edge AI as my production partner and vocal engine, I push the boundaries of modern electronic music, synth-pop, and darkwave. It's about taking raw human experience, locking down the vision, and bringing it to life with high-octane soundscapes.

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Quiet songs for quiet hearts.

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AXSWEIRD a.k.a Adrian Xaputra (Firdaus Adrian Saputra) Born July 1993. AX is an Indonesian EXPERIMENTAL music Producer, Song Writer ans project founded by Adrian Xaputra, combining alternative, electronic, experimental, and contemporary pop influences to create atmospheric and emotionally resonant productions.

Driven by raw emotion, unconventional textures, and modern sound design, AXSWEIRD explores the space between darkness and euphoria, chaos and clarity.

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In a small fishing village located on a remote island, there was an elderly man who loved to stroll along the beach at sunset, leaving his footprints on the golden sand as he contemplated the infinite sea.

One evening, as he walked along the shore, he came across a young boy sitting on a rock, lost in his thoughts.

"What are you doing here all alone?" he asked kindly.

The boy looked up, surprised to be interrupted. "I'm just trying to understand the meaning of life," he replied weakly.

The elderly man smiled and sat down beside him. "The meaning of life is like this ocean we see before us," he said, gesturing towards the vastness of the sea. "Majestic and mysterious. We may not always understand it, but we must accept its flow."

The boy nodded, but still seemed perplexed.

"Look at the waves," the elderly man continued. "They're like the events of life. Some are high and tumultuous, others are gentle and serene. But in the end, they all crash upon the shore, leaving only smooth and uniform sand."

The boy watched the ocean attentively, reflecting on the old fisherman's words.

"Life is made up of moments that leave their mark," he said. "But just like footprints in the sand, they will eventually be erased by the tide of time. No matter how hard we try to leave our mark, in the end, everything will fade away."

The boy felt relieved of an invisible burden as he listened to the wise words of the elderly man. Perhaps there was no need to search for the meaning of life so anxiously. Perhaps all he needed was to learn to accept the flow of time and enjoy the present moment.

That night, as the tide silently rose on the beach, the elderly man and the boy sat together on the rock, watching the sea shimmer in the moonlight. And in that moment, in the quiet of the island, they found the inner peace they had been seeking.

Alessandro Baricco's  'Oceano Mare' (1993).

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